It’s been 4 years since I’ve been diagnosed. Well, almost 4. Each year that I’ve remained cancer free and healthy I’ve commemorated the event with a tattoo that holds deep meaning to me.
Today, I found out that I need to go under the knife again. Is it cancer again, you ask? Not that I’m aware of but I do have an appointment with my oncologist at the end of this month so please keep your fingers crossed for me. But this year’s tattoo may have to wait… especially with the costs (still unknown) of my upcoming surgeries.
What is happening is I’ve found out that my reconstruction was botched. They basically need to remove everything from my chest again and rebuild up. I’ll post more as I find out more information. I just know that my first surgery is around late March or early April.
P.S. Did I ever mention that I found out I didn’t finish my chemo regimen. Also, I’m also PR+! Fun news, that…
I apologise for the quality of the photo. Poor lighting, hand tremors, and a mobile camera do not make an ideal combination.
I’ve joined the ranks of many breast cancer survivors and officially gotten my permanent badge of honour. Well, my version of it anyway.
Today, I got my first tattoo! Originally it was going to be a small cherry blossom on my right hand but after some consideration, I decided to have it on my left ankle/leg. I know the usual tatt to get would be the ribbon… but eh, I’ve never been much of a fan of the symbol. I mean no offense to anyone in anyway when I say this, btw. I just feel the ribbon’s just been exploited and overused commercially, etc. But that’s a whole other rant for another day.
The whole process was a lot less painful than I thought it would be. I actually almost fell asleep during the tattooing. Only the parts where the design hit my ankle did it really hurt. I’m delighted with the turn out.
Things to catch up on:
My day was perfect.
It takes about two months to heal from the surgery. For me, a bit longer since I’m a constant picker and can’t leave the surgery sites alone. I am, however, scheduled for the nipple tattooing when I get back to home in June. I can’t wait to be done with the reconstruction process.
My two biopsies have returned cancer free! Huzzah!
Mike: Would you like to be engaged before or after getting blue soda?
In the end, you realise you’re just another piece of meat.
In the end, you notice your oncologist is only worried about business, liability, and money making.
Whatever happened to genuine compassion and concern?
When did it turn into the crushing of a patient’s confidence, hopes, and trust?
In the end, one gets shoveled off onto another doctor’s plate.
I feel dead inside. I’m just a piece of meat.