So, I got diagnosed with breast cancer on Wednesday.
No, that’s not the start of some sick joke.
Last week, I found a lump in my breast. They scanned it on Monday and said it looked extremely suspicious, so they did a needle biopsy. The results came in on Wednesday. As of last night, I am Stage III, with more tests to be run.
I’m now in doctor appointment hell. I am being poked, scanned, drawn on, and turned radioactive. So many people have squeezed my boob. SO MANY.
Right now, it looks like this will be a tough fight. Right now, things are dark here. But not as dark as the anger that is fueling my fight. Cancer doesn’t realize who it is fucking with. I will destroy it. I will strangle its babies, drown its pets, and burn its house down.
I will be blogging this, too. I can’t NOT write. But everything is a little raw at the moment, and I’m not ready to share them yet. Also, I’m literally at so many doctor appointments, it’s hard to find the time. So, expect some of my regular post topics for a bit longer.
I don’t say this enough, but I think you guys know just how much you, my readers, mean to me. I love you and I am grateful for you. I hope you’ll stick with me through this ride.