Five years.
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Five years.
On this day two years ago I had what I hope was the last drop of chemotherapy I will ever receive. I am happy. It’s complicated.
My baby is two.
October is hard for survivors and thrivers.
Hair falling out, hair growing back, fake hair, hair in a Ziploc, and the toxic burden of survival.
One year ago today, at 37 years old with my three young kids in Disney World, I was diagnosed with pregnancy associated breast cancer.
I have never known my heart to be so full of love and pain all at once.
“It’s probably nothing.”
What was it like for me to have a bilateral mastectomy.
Six months ago today I was diagnosed with triple negative breast cancer.
American health care is great, until it’s not.
It’s never over with cancer.
We had a rough ride.
Don’t pink wash cancer.
Just don’t quit.
Things are not fine but I will be.
Trauma, anger, and grief. Cancer patients have been there.
How to explain why I have breast cancer?