Radia Shun

In preparation for my radiation “therapy,” l tried to learn everything I could in advance from the cancer Facebook groups that I belong to. There are thousands of women in one particular group, most of whom have already gone through, or are currently going through radiation. One conversation in particular, caught my eye.

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This weekend I got to spend some time with my older sister, who lives in Florida, but is temporarily staying in Woodstock, IL for a few weeks. Woodstock is a lovely little city that is somewhat “famous.”

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Cancer Rue-lette

This week was supposed to be a week of answers, of revelation regarding my cancer treatment. Alas, not to be. You see, I received my Oncotype Dx score back, the gold-standard, tell-all test that determines what course of treatment to take. Sadly, for me it was dead-center, right down the middle.

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Another round of medical appointments this week. The first one was a visit with a Lymphatic Therapist. If you want to see something scary, do an internet search for “photos of lymphedema of the arms.” Oh, the horror, the terror! It makes me think of the Michelin Man, and yet another thing to freak out over and worry about happening to me.

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Lymph No’d

Mixed results today when I visited the surgeon. This cancer diagnosis has been nothing but mind games for me and looks like it will continue to do so. But first the good news.

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Body Piercings

I write this post so that I don’t forget what I went through, so I don’t become less vigilant in maintaining my health and doing breast exams in the future. This happens to 1 of 8 of us. Serious stuff.

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Heh, me.

I have race car driver blood running through my veins. My dad used to race stock cars before I was born, winning many a trophy, now long lost. He passed his love of speed on to most of his 11 children.

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Off Ramp

I had more doctor appointments this week. I’ve been blessed so far, but my mind wanders to the negative. Why are we at our most creative, when it comes to imagining the worst possible outcomes?

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Stage Coach

This is the first of what I’ll call a “Daisy Post.” It is basically going to be me documenting my experience in dealing with breast cancer. If you see the daisies, you can skip it, if it’s too much information for you.

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