All the world’s a story


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Hiya, peeps!

As some of you know, I had a mastectomy in February, 2012. I lost a breast and some lymph nodes. I was lucky. The cancer that was found was more a pre-cancer, staged at 0 because it was completely contained within the milk ducts of my breast. It’s called DCIS — ductal carcinoma in situ (sy-too). Unfortunately, it was diffuse throughout my breast and a lumpectomy wasn’t going to take care of it. On the plus side, I didn’t have to have radiation or chemo.

I’ve been pretty open about this situation and some of the things the journey since has entailed. You can find some of that here, here, here, and here.

So every year, about this time, I have to get a mammogram on my remaining breast. Which invariably stresses me out beyond belief. I’m in a higher risk group for an invasive cancer, now, thanks to the cooties I had in my no-longer-extant breast. Every check-up thus freaks me the *%&# out. I try not to let it get to me, but it does.

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