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All it took was having a doctor who knows a good radiology practice who knows a surgeon who knows a plastic surgeon…bam here I am speaking to Dr. Rhet High and we are speaking of my stage one cancer removal and success rate, then his part in the process of reconstructing my .—the odds are fucking great!

I sat there in my pink gown with guess what?  Fucking reading material, fucking reading material – here Mrs. Sparks undress from waist up, give the doctor time to examine your chart while you read this informative book……oh fuck me,the tears. Don’t get me wrong, the staff and everyone I saw today was nothing but courteous and sympathetic to my health issue~~these thoughts are my own, and fucked up as they may be they are mine I just happen to share here talking about my #badboob.

I’m so not a ‘woe is me girl’. I get it. Shit happens. Truth about life.

Today I received direction and education on my cancer. December 22nd is the date the cancer is scheduled to be eradicated from my body. I will then learn of the treatments to follow upon analyzing the tumors once those bitches are outta my body and off my immediate mind and bladefuckinblah….. that’s a lot.  (My husband is there at every visit possible visit. Such a goddamn kickass support he is.)

Glad to have an operation date set. Glad for family. Glad for life.

20 days…..

peace love and rootbeer floats

#badboob

#badbadfuckingboob

 

 

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Girl, You Better Check Yo Self

 

Boobs

Oh those glorious boobs!

If you’re like me, you have an intimate relationship your boobs.

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  • maybe it felt goods
  • might try agains- because even though it was kinda weird, it was also kinda good- and that is so cool. #explore_everyfuckingthing.

Uhm Tara, what the fuck?

We are drinking our coffee and shit and you’re talking about pleasuring yourself.

Yes I am kids. Had I not been comfortable with myself, my body, my desires, my wants and needs -those fucking cancerous tumors would still be mocking me. [Mocking me they may still be, but those bitches will be gone in 20 days.]

While I am distraught, I’m not despondent. 

Soon I will be declaring my cancer-free status!

Till then, here I am here; with this bad, bad, fucking boob. I wasn’t sure of purpose or point of this blog other than to document my thoughts on this goddamned cancer. Then, a beautiful thing began to happen. You girls started messaging me, telling me you have begun to check yourselves because ‘I’m so young’ and ‘you have such nice boobs’~ girl you don’t have to tell me. I know. 😉

Girls, if you take nothing else from my post today, please get familiar with yourself. Do it clinically in the shower, do it intimately with your partner. Feel your boobs. Know your tits, ladies. Check yo self before cancer wrecks yo ass. It seriously makes me smile knowing some of you are beginning to reach out and learn your bodies. xx For some, self-exploration is going to be a big process, others will enjoy the shit outta it. xx

Per the American Cancer Society:
  • Women ages 40 to 44 should have the choice to start annual breast cancer screening with mammograms (x-rays of the breast) if they wish to do so.
  • Women age 45 to 54 should get mammograms every year.
  • Women 55 and older should switch to mammograms every 2 years, or can continue yearly screening.
  • Screening should continue as long as a woman is in good health and is expected to live 10 more years or longer.
  • All women should be familiar with the known benefits, limitations, and potential harms linked to breast cancer screening. They also should know how their breasts normally look and feel and report any breast changes to a health care provider right away.

peace and love

#badboob

#badbadfuckingboob