I stood there, topless, ready to be photographed. “Welp, here goes nothing,” I thought as I looked at the person holding the camera. In fact, I was wearing only a cheap, disposable panty and a smirk. The shutter clicked away as I was told to hold a few different poses. “Okay. That should do it,” …
One year ago today, July 31, 2019, I sat across from the nurse, my husband gently holding my hand. I squeezed his fingers as we heard the news: I was diagnosed with breast cancer. More specifically Stage 3 Invasive Lobular Carcinoma. This is me today. Feeling strong on this one year cancerversary. More hair, less …
They take our temperature and we go in. Wait, let me backup. We don’t BOTH go in, just me. My husband is asked to wait in the car until my blood is drawn. They tell him they will text when it’s time for me to see the doc. Welcome to the latest waiting room pandemic …
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