The date is set. February 20, 2018 is the big day!
Because my cancer is slow growing, there was not an immediate need to extract a tumor when I was diagnosed, which happens in most breast cancers. Here’s why: I don’t have a neat, tidy lump.
I have lobular breast cancer, which affect only 10-15% of women with breast cancer. It is an invasive spread of cancer that is similar to dropping a tiny bit of ink on a sponge: the ink spreads and runs in and out of crevices. You can’t take some of it out with a lumpectomy, you’ve got to remove the whole sponge.
So, bye bye boobies!
I’m ready, but yet I’m not.
I find myself sleeping on my stomach now because I’m not sure I will be able to for many weeks.
Most of all, I want cancer out of my body.
I want my family to move on with their lives and not worry about my schedule of doctor appointments and recovery.
The fact that this is the LAST weekend in January is a harsh, brutal reality. SOOOOOO……
This weekend, Copa & I are going to the beach for the last time before my surgery!
He took me to the beach within hours of my diagnosis just to help us wrap our heads around what lay ahead. (You may remember that on October 27, he dropped me off at work after we learned about the results from my biopsy, he ran home and packed for me, the drove back to my office to pick me up for a beach weekend. Side note: my office is one hour from our house.) He loves me! It was a great weekend – we enjoyed a Wine Walk and capped off with brunch with friends on Sunday.
So, tonight we are packing for the beach and watching Sammy Hagar’s Rock & Roll Road Trip. It’s a Vegas RT, so we are very partial! We can’t wait to go back once I’m healthy, and you can bet we will have a champagne toast at Fizz.
