In May of this year, I discovered that there was a suspicious lump in my left breast. Two, actually.
There's a history of breast cancer in my family. Actually, a host of cancers. So I knew it might happen eventually. And when it did, I was pissed and scared. So these are edited entries I made on a private blog. I called them "The Wonderful Chronicles".
I wouldn't exactly call it my breast cancer journey. It hasn't changed my life in any fundamental way so far. Does that make me a bad cancer patient? Am I not being noble enough?? Should I post photos of myself smiling boldly while wearing a head-scarf? Even if I didn't go through chemo and I still have all of my hair? Anyway, in the grand tradition of over-sharing, here we go.
May 23, 2015
It's Saturday, the first day of our three-day weekend. I got three letters from my doctors after a series of tests:
1) Blood work: mildly elevated bad cholesterol
2) I have arthritis in both knees
3) I have a suspicious growth in my breast.
I want to drown myself in the toilet.