Tag: Breast Cancer

Round four.

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Emerging again. Into a sea of what in the actual fuck just happened? I hate how surgery causes me to lose my memory. It’s all fuzzy recollections. Emerging feeling like I’m drowning via my to-do list. Like I’ll be at the airport lounge in a few hours frantically face fucking tableau reports. (I will be) […]

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9/5/2018 – 7/3/19 Rest in Pieces…

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It’s almost 10 months to the day. In that time I’ve had 3 MRIs, 4 ultrasounds, 3 mammograms, 2 CT scans, 1 bone scan. 89 doctors appointments. Yes, eighty fucking nine. 8 rounds of the most brutal chemo there is. 2 surgeries, 25 rounds of radiation until I was(am) burned raw and miserable. 2 tumors […]

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Three more visits to the fifth floor of Seattle Cancer Care Alliance. Three more times I need them to find a good vein so I can finish chemo without a port. Three more days spent with ice circulating my head in attempts to save what is left of my hair. Three days out of my […]

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This is a fucking joke right?

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Dear Cancer, did you get the memo that I’m not your girl? I can’t be. I’m healthy. I climb mountains. I run circles around men in the gym. I single parent, work full-time and can out last a 25-year-old on a Friday night. I eat organic for fucks sake! YOU MUST HAVE THE WRONG PERSON […]

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