For a fake Chinese rubber plant In the fake plastic earth….
My tits were an integral part of my sexual wellbeing….I’m no longer sexual or well…fuck you cancer’s for invading my body….
It’s been almost a year since I discovered that tiny heart shattering lump in my left breast; I knew. Just fucking knew it was cancer. Little did I know that one lump was part of a six tumor cliche and would result in the loss of both my tits. I’ve enjoyed my boobs very much. Not so much a’natural but in those cute bras I’d purchase from overseas, as there were no manufacturers here in the states that could support my former bust size.
I experienced my first ‘itch’ in the new boobs last week!! Seriously, it’s been 10 months since I had any sensation at all in the chesticle region; milestone day for sure. I couldn’t quite sasiate the itch, but I was feeling it nonetheless…..it’s those tiny things that I focus on so I don’t lose my shit on an hourly basis.
And it’s not that I’ve become anti-water are am making a non-shower statements, but fucking since chemo the water hurts my body. Not like a stubby hurt, more like a whole body kinda flu hurt…goosebumps so big that after I shave legs gotta shave again. My skins feels plastic, postive I’m no longer human….Plastic fake trees have taken over.
And goddammit, I’ve become shaky; like really shaky. Will be addressing with my onco this week, along with a whole host of other post-chemo complaints.
I’ve been cancer free 300 days, last chemo was 150 days ago and I was able to play a big part in the Making Strides Walk!!!! I was very moved and honored to stand there as a 10 month thriver; helping to place medals around the other survivors necks. So many women received medals yesterday….and at least oneA green plastic watering can
In the fake plastic earth young man]…..young, old and every fucking ethnicity of women….with breast cancer….had breast cancer…have died from breast cancer…have had lumpectomies, mastectomies, reconstruction, stayed natural, had chemo, received radiation…..gotten sick, suffered mentally….suffered physically….but there we were….word I heard was a little over 4K showed up on the 15th….We were all smiling…hugging each other, happy/sad crying and genuinely supporting….everyone out there, family, friends, neighbors, colleagues…..it goes on….It was a goddamned beautiful sight I tell ya. And I never thought I’d be so submersed in the movement so quickly. Had no idea my body was going to bounce as quick as it fucking did. The hysto and #badcuff have slowed my roll…fucking lady cave….😂😂
The hurricane kinda fucked us up a bit. Lost all shit in fridge, and yup you fucking know it; I went shopping Friday to stock up….such is life….we lived by candle light and cano stove for a few days…really relaxing and shit.
I usually despise this time of year with all the talk of tata’s, everyone cashing in on that pink buck, greedy fucks they are, I do want you guys reading this shit check your tits; seriously. This time last year I may have already had cancer….and if I caught it any earlier (which I did catch that shit pretty fucking early), I may not have needed the bilateral mastectomy….. I’m not hung up on that at, mind you. But you need to see the importance of earthly detection. Play an active part of your own life. Check your tits ladies….big ones, small ones….cancer does not fucking care; it consumes ’em all….fucking you up for life in its wake….that sneaky ass bastard.