Cancer Scare

Holy fuckimorlee. Living life after cancer is like walking on glass, you know you’ll get cut; just when will that sneaky ass shard of glass ever so slightly pierce your foot and the blood starts gushing and no matter what you do, you can’t stop the blood because it’s everywhere.

So I had a bone scan last week and the oncologist saw some ‘questionable’ markings within my ribs. Let’s give you a CT scan in the next day or two Tara. It’s really 50/50 Tara. Sorry I can’t tell you more until we view the scans. Get the scans and wait a day or two.

This isn’t the fist cancer scare in the past four years and I know it won’t be the last.

Been getting my head together. Getting my body together.Taking care of my health and ongoing multi skeletal pain. It’s amazing at what a switch of medicine can do. Gaining weight for my tram surgery sometime late August. Told me I wasn’t ‘big enough’. Scoffs, as if.

If anyone reading this was with me years back, you may recall I chose bilateral mastectomy with immediate reconstruction. Now, 4 1/2 years of living with these heavy ass/painful implants I’ll be getting those fuckers out. Hell toss them at the wall to see if they stick, IDGAF. Just don’t want to see them anymore.

I urge you to carefully research all your options, prior to mastectomy. I know the time is harrowing and full of angst, but I feel now, no woman should endure the painful numbness of implants. Tram flap is the way to do. Just wish I knew that and shit years back.

No need to dwell. I am not. I’d like my voice to be used for the good, the scared and unconventional breast cancer patients.

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