I survived my second tissue expansion which was a lot less painful than the first, but just as uncomfortable. I was constantly checking my calendar and counting down the days until my final surgery. I had returned to work on a modified schedule which was a huge help considering I was struggling with getting my … Continue reading Happy Boobday!
I was cancer free, but I still had to have one more expansion before my surgery. My doctors' appointments didn't slow down, in fact I felt like I had more than usual. My prayer continued to be that God completely restore my health. One of the things that my doctors constantly reminded me of is … Continue reading What Now?
I had been waiting on the final pathology based on the tumors that were removed. Even though I had gone back and forth to the Dr. I still hadn't heard what I wanted to hear just yet. I have been declaring that " I AM HEALED" since the day of my diagnosis. I have … Continue reading You can just call me CANCER FREE
A few weeks had passed and I was still camped out at my parents'. It was like living at home all over again and I was quickly approaching a month of being in their guest bedroom. I was moving around a little better, in spite of still having to sleep sitting up on pillows. It was … Continue reading Going to see a man about some boobs
Some days were good and others were not so great. There were days that I didn't look at my phone, I didn't open the blinds or get out of bed. I was tired in every sense of the word. I was still going back and forth to the doctor. I bounced between my oncologist, surgeon … Continue reading I’m Still Here
I was so grateful to have the help and support of my loved ones. I had to use a small stool to get in and out of the bed in my parents’ guest bedroom. I had to constantly have help adjusting all the pillows. Between the pain and having drains on each side, I wasn’t … Continue reading Pillows, Pills & Prayer…
The next morning I was finally able to eat solid food. My body was so tired and sore. I managed to get up (with help) and get myself together. I struggled to pull on my shirt because I couldn't lift my arms. When I finally looked in the mirror, my clothes looked so funny. I … Continue reading Road to Recovery…