It’s been 24 days and 23 minutes since I was diagnosed with grade 3 her2+ invasive ductile carcinoma (are you singing this like “Nothing Compares to You”?). Actually, it’s been that long since the radiologist came back after looking at my ultrasound and said things did NOT look good. It took a lot of tests and scans and biopsies to come to the actual diagnosis. But I digress. This is a sucker punch to the senses and it’s been a lot to digest. I’m thinking I will chronicle this journey (I really hate that word) and give you all the good the bad and the ugly. Writing and humor help me process so here we are. I was supposed to start chemo today but insurance is being difficult. They are fucking exasperating. I don’t even think a human being even looked at anything to do with my treatment and they just kicked it out NOPE!! Thursday will be chemo day, fingers crossed. There’s nothing like being told you have aggressive cancer and then be told to wait to start curing it. F you very much United Healthcare. So hey, I hope you will follow me as I dive into 2023 boob first.
Fuck Cancer,
C 😘
