Repost from Facebook -June 18
The universe decided to hand me a shit sandwich for my upcoming 50th birthday, and with the swirl of emotions that goes with it. Fortunately, the most predominant is “fuck this bullshit and fuck pink ribbons too.
I’ve got breast cancer again
I’m told only a few people so far, but I’m very sorry to all of my dear close friends that I couldn’t muster the energy to call or text you individually. It’s one thing to tell someone, it’s another to watch them process the news. It’s an awful feeling and very draining.
I’ll eventually get around to creating one of those websites where I can post all the info for those that want to follow along. For now: I’m still doing the consults. It is again Triple Negative and (assumed) Stage 1. This means it is the really fast moving zombie of the breast cancer types. The boobs are coming off this time since they are literal killers. Unknown is if I will have time to have immediate reconstruction since they need to come off now and not later. Chemo? Not unless it is in the lymph nodes. Radiation? Don’t know.
So once again I must live up to the childhood nickname given to me by my brother. Taarna is the last story in the classic movie Heavy Metal. She’s an absolute bad-ass and is the only one that is able to defeat Loc-Nar
And I’ll defeat this little Loc-Nar in my left boob again. I had plans for my 50th birthday that are just going to have to get put on pause for a bit..
..and that’s why my attitude is “fuck this shit”