We're Making The Breast Of It

I received my diagnosis of Triple Positive Invasive Ductal Carcinoma on a Friday the 13th in September 2019. I hate horror flicks. This just gave me even more of a reason. I mean seriously? Friday the 13th? Nice touch. I went to the Oncologist (Cancer Doc) and Breast Surgeon appointments my Nurse Navigator had made for me. I got the warm fuzzy feels I was hoping for from the Oncologist when we met September 17th. She was a little quirky and had a youthful disposition. In the patient exam room was a huge whiteboard on one wall and she began scribbling all over it laying out my options in her opinion. At this point I had only had a mammogram, ultrasound and biopsy of my tumor. It was being classified as Grade 2 out of 3. I was told they no longer like to "stage" them this early on which is the label people are most familiar with. This was my first appointment and I was in plan mode. I hung on her every word as I diligent wrote what she said down in my notebook. Yes, I bought a ...

So as I lay here in bed, I  have so many thoughts running through my mind. I have round 17 of chemo tomorrow morning. I always have this plan that I will make sure I over hydrate and eat like a pig the three days prior so I am ready to absorb and distribute the poison I will be shooting into my veins. I have done well this go round as far as prepping as planned. My commitment usually depends on how rough the previous round was. Last time I was pretty positive going into it seeing as after adding steroids and nausea meds to my round 15 infusion, I was feeling exceptional. Though after failing to continue to eat and drink post chemo round 16, I bombed. It literally took me over a week to perk back up. Just about then, it was time to get my monthly (every 28 days) Lupron shot. I was started on Lupron November 13, 2019. I have since had 12 shots. This was advised to be added to my regime to preserve my ovaries should I decide to try and have children again. I will say I do not recall h...

I have had this blog setup for over a year now and just did not know where to begin. I have always been a private person and being diagnosed with cancer did not change that. I keep being encouraged to share my story, so here goes. I will do my best not to erase everything I type. If there is anything you want to know feel free to reach out. I am much better with questions than I am with a blank page.    I was 34 when I found a lump. I was going through a very trying time in my personal life in the fall of 2019. If only I had known just how crazy my year would get. I found the lump Monday evening on September 9th. I had been lying in bed running my hands through my freshly showered hair and just happen to lay my hand across my chest and felt something. It was a small pea sized knot inside what I can only describe as a wad of putty. Honestly, it felt like the putty we used to play with back in the day that came out of an egg-shaped case and I used to stick it to the newspape...