It’s taken me forever to write this post. I’ve been busy with renovating this house and building another one and lots of other projects. I got through all of the radiation treatments, thought I was tempted to skip the last one in the name of rebellion. They gave me a certificate for finishing the course…
On to the boring routine of having Pancho zapped every day for the next four weeks. An hour drive for a five minute event. Not that I want it to last longer! On my first day, they gave me an appropriately prison-orange colored tote bag that has the name of the facility, which has the…
So, Pete I went to the next appointment at a different facility. This doctor was also male, but completely appropriate and professional. Surprise- he didn’t think an exam was necessary for the consultation. I feel at ease with him and the staff there. He reviewed my info and we discussed pros and cons. I decided…
This round of boob butchery was a little easier since I knew what to expect. The time was later in the day, so I didn’t have to get up at the crack of dawn, too. So, same routine, put on gown, do the Papillon name and serial number bit over and over. I did have…
Our cell signal really blows here on the Rupert/Dorset line in Vermont. Usually I can text from the house, but not send or receive calls. We got a landline, but it’s new and most people don’t have the number yet. My phone surprisingly rang the night before the biopsy and it was the Breast Health…
My mom had breast cancer, then died of complications from bladder and liver cancer. My sister Tracey had breast cancer, I think stage 4 (we didn’t talk about stages) and went through hell with chemotherapy and radiation and a lumpectomy and beat it. Even though T and I both have had genetic testing that says…
Peeping Gator 