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These Boots Were Made for Fighting

Back in June when I was diagnosed with breast cancer, one of the decisions I had to make was, “Should I do surgery first, or should I do chemotherapy first?” Doctors’ opinions and research led us to believe either approach would work well in my case. I preferred neoadjuvant chemotherapy (chemo before surgery), so we went with that. I wanted to see the chemotherapy shrink the tumor. I wanted to hurry up and start a fight with any microscopic cancer cells hanging around. And, at the time, chemotherapy sounded worse, so I also wanted to just get it over with.  Continue reading “These Boots Were Made for Fighting”

The Middle Miles of Treatment

If you’ve run a marathon, you know the beginning is really exciting. You’re in a corral with rows and rows of eager people jumping up and down, stretching, taking pictures, talking race strategy. The event organizers are playing Runnin’ Down A Dream by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. There are balloon arches and cheerleaders. It’s awesome. Continue reading “The Middle Miles of Treatment”

Giving Thanks

I finished Phase 1 of my chemotherapy treatment two weeks ago! My friend Lauren and my mom were there, and I got to “ring the bell!” (There is actually a real bell you get to ring when you finish a treatment. The infusion center staff comes and cheers. It is cute.)  Continue reading “Giving Thanks”

My First Chemo Treatment

My first chemotherapy treatment was almost two weeks ago, on July 22. This is a recap of what went down.  Continue reading “My First Chemo Treatment”

Getting Ready for Chemotherapy

I wanted to call this post “STOP. Chemo Time!” but I was concerned readers wouldn’t get the MC Hammer reference. Would you have?! (Respond in the comments below. Wink.) Continue reading “Getting Ready for Chemotherapy”

Surgery and Oncology and Parenting, Oh…My…

On the way back from one of my appointments this week I saw a squirrel shimmying across a telephone wire. The squirrel had a wide distance to cover. It looked precarious to me, and a bit unnatural. I would have preferred to see that squirrel in a tree.

But I knew it would make it across the wire.

Continue reading “Surgery and Oncology and Parenting, Oh…My…”

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