I must say, I definitely chose the right place to rest up and heal.  My parents are doting on me: I get meals on trays, pleasant conversation, and whatever I need, whenever I need it.  I even feel (a teeny little bit) guilty for indulging in their care, but I also know that they are delighted to have me “home” for a time, even under these circumstances....

I am doing well. As the day continues, my brain is clearing and the anesthesia fog is lifting. I snoozed off and on all day, and have generally felt relaxed and comfortable. Dr. Awesome came at 7:15pm to check on me. She works loooong days! She said all went well, and was very attentive to my post-op care. The nurses here are excellent and thorough. Brad was here...

I am wearing my hospital gown and I am snuggled under the first of what is sure to be many warm blankets today. Before we left the house I kissed my girls while they slept. Miraculously, I managed not to cry (though I am tearing up now as I type this.) Brad and I held hands on the way to the hospital. I am blessed. I am ready: “I will lie down and sleep in...

“…good,”  These were Dr. Wonderful’s first words as he sat with Brad and I today in the consult room. It may not sound like high praise, but Dr. Wonderful doesn’t throw around positive adjectives unless he means them.  “Good” from Dr. Wonderful is worthy of a fist pump and a high five.  The treatment has been effective...

Everyone knows I have breast cancer, right?  This means that I sort of have to talk about the breast(s) and related issues, which is weird because my dad, and my uncles, and even my 90-year-old grandfather read this blog.  However, nothing makes breasts more clinical than cancer and mastectomies.  I just have to acknowledge that it’s slightly uncomfortable....