Two Months Into Diagnosis

Some days it feels like it has been twelve years, other days only a week and a half, but it was TWO months ago, December 8^th, that I was officially diagnosed with Stage 2 Breast Cancer. 

Since that time I have had:

 

4 mammograms

2 ultrasounds

2 MRIS

2 biopsies

1 heart ECHO (which was sorta an ultrasound)

2 surgeries

3 blood draws

2 port insertions

Nope, THREE port insertions because one was a “miss” (it wasn’t inserted correctly, but I am still counting it since that damn needle pierced the skin!)

1 chemo treatment involving four cocktails

3 Zofran anti nausea pills

5 bone jarring Granix shots

16 trips to Evergreen Hospital/Seattle Cancer Care Alliance

12 temper tantrums (thereabouts…)

55 sleepless nights

2 Valiums

Countless friends and family who hold me up and pray for me when I get angry/pissed/self-absorbed/frustrated/scared/scared/scared.

And one God who dang well better be in charge of all this because we know I’m not all that reliable.