Cancer Tits-2022 Chapter

 14 weeks ago (since my diagnosis) seems like an eternity and also seems like it was last week. December 19th. I rang the damn bell. I did it. We did it. I finished my last chemo today. I was unsure if that was going to happen. I had a PET Scan last week and when the nurse called me Friday, it didn’t sound promising. Turns out the doctor hadn’t read my results and was out of office. After a long weekend of waiting, my Kyle ensured me that whatever was in motion was already in motion and I went in with the thought of whatever happens, we are going to seize the diagnosis as an opportunity whatever that looked like. Next stop, surgery. (Will know more later this week) Life interrupted. I/We aren’t able to travel (due to my white blood count being low) back to Texas for Christmas. This is the FIRST Christmas that I haven’t spent with my crumb snatchers/parents/seester/nephews and their family. That hits hard. While I’m so angry at cancer coming along interrupting our adventures and dai...

I’ve learned a lot in the past two months.  1. This is the beginning of my healing journey. Chemo has been mentally and physically challenging. 2. This is my and your second chance. We have to keep up the gratitude work.  3. It’s going to get ugly before it gets better but it’s made me realizing and accepting how worthy I am to be here on this earth.  4. I’ve meet some amazing people on this journey: some of those people will become lifeline-love and I appreciate the heck out of those people. The others will just be in my life for a season and that’s okay too. They all play a crucial role in this journey.  5. I will bounce back. It won’t be the same but I have the potential to make it so much better than before.   6. Learn to love the heck out of yourself.  That’s it. It’s a tough day for me (chemo party #3) but I will spend it with some wonderful people and processing some deep emotions.  Love to you all. ❤️ -Cancer Tits

I rather start with the UGLY.  It’s an understatement. Chemo side effects are so damn ugly. The first 7 days after my first round of treatment challenged me mentally and physically. The fatigue was probably the worst as I’m typically bouncing off the walls. BUT I overcame it and consider being 25% done. Next sesh is November 7th. Can’t wait. The ugly is said and I’m not going to relish in it.  The Bad. Wigs.  At dinner one evening, we were discussing losing my hair and man child said to me some wise words.  He simply stated to embrace and let it empower me. Working on that.  I’ve started losing my hair, a lot. So I’m now GI Jane with a shaved head. Someone told me that when you and your husband shave your hair, you become a warrior. We are now both warriors. I’m not sure if I look like 2007 Brittany Spears (basically I’ve been having meltdowns so it makes sense) or Sinead O’Connor or Mr. Clean. I’ve been looking at wigs and there are SO many to choose from. My r...

Starting a blog would allow communication for those curious, onlookers, family, friends, other BC survivors (we are all survivors IMHO) and a journey for me to read again as time goes on to see all that we’ve overcome.  A brief synopsis: September 6th, 2022-I went in for a call back after routine mammo. After further review needed ultrasound and biopsy. From there I was diagnosed with invasive ductal carcinoma. I’m negative in all other areas, except for the lovely Hers2+ beast. Good and bad. Hers2+ is an aggressive breeder and I have 7 lovely tumors living free, but we are going to request for eviction immediately. I don’t allow squatters. Also Hers2+ allows targeted therapy to kill these rent free cancer breeders. Jump ahead without all the boring deets.  This past week, I chopped my hair off, I requested to not have a Karen haircut (sorry all you Karen’s, I’m sure you don’t appreciate the label, but this is my haircut reference) I didn’t want the trauma of losing long hair,...