It’s been 6 months since my biopsy and my head is still spinning. Since I felt the lump and already had an appointment for my annual mammogram two weeks prior to that, the words “you have Breast Cancer” somehow did not shock me.
I promised not to let this get the best of me so I started lining up my doctors, met with specialists, told my husband, my daughters and their families, my sisters and my mom. My support team. My family.
I had a plan. I wanted to have my double mastectomy, and be on the road to recovery before I told anyone else. No offense but I did not want to hear anyone’s opinion on what doctors to see, hospital to use etc. especially horror stories about someone I did not know.
Positive I say. Stay positive. Someone else’s mishaps would only bring me down. Look 👀 forward – stay focused. In my late fathers words, “be strong, you can do this” is all I focused on.
Then the shit hit the fan.
Juicy's Journey Through Cancer 