Triple negative breast cancer is the most aggressive type of breast cancer, and if it returns, he added, it invades the bones, the lungs, liver and/or kidney.Read More
April 18th, the night before I went in for my single mastectomy, I had a boob-bye party. At this point it was evident that my boyfriend was not capable of emotionally or physically supporting me because he was too busy with his own life. I felt the anxiety brimming as the mastectomy date approached, and I knew I did not want to be alone that eve, so I sent out an Evite to fifty of my girlfriends and asked them to surround me with their positive energy. I decorated the house with pink streamers, balloons and flowers and catered the event. As women arrived, the house became full of love and support. I let them see me without my wig, and it felt nice to get complimented; apparently, I have a nice shaped head! The evening flew by and I went to sleep wrapped in a blanket of their love, a comforting place to be.
Instead, when I told the Psychiatric Nurse what I've endured these few months - returning from studying abroad, moving in with my boyfriend, his kids and the un-housebroken dog, my dad's death, breast cancer, chemotherapy, hair loss, and temporary unemployment - she thought it extremely justified that I be sedated, prescribing me a mood stabilizer, an antidepressant and an anti-anxiety pill, as needed.Read More
On the eve of my birthday, I was dressing for dinner when I found what felt like a golf ball sized lump in my left breast; my instinct knew there was something wrong.Read More