Day One...of my Umpteenth New Blog!

Hi, My Name is Abra and I am a Breast Cancer Survivor. 

Just staring at these words on the page, I am taken aback, ME? A Breast Cancer Survivor? Did it really happen?  


You see this morning, in the shower, for the first time since my diagnosis in December of 2014, I actually missed my old BooBs. It's been almost two years, but I think my mind is finally letting it settle in, this was real.


After my very first ever mammogram (Dec 1, 2014) it was a flurry of appointments: a follow up mammogram, an ultrasound, a biopsy, the waiting to hear the diagnosis, Breast Cancer, followed by more frantic phone calls, new doctor appointments, CHRISTMAS (can't omit the one happy time in the midst of all the chaos), finally meeting our thought partner in fighting cancer, followed by more mammograms, ultrasounds, MRI's, and biopsies. It left my two ladies battered and bruised; a large hematoma happened during one of my last biopsies and encompassed my whole left breast. I couldn't WAIT for them to take them off, they had become Toxic to me.

Over the early months of 2015, I watched my body undergo all the changes that come with a bilateral (double) mastectomy, tissue expanders, complications, and radiation. Never once did I miss the boobs I was born with, I was fighting to live. However, today in the shower, I noticeably missed the jiggle of those long lost ladies. In their place are mounds, much tougher to the feel and with no sway in there movement. As I began to take stock of all that has really happened to not only me, but my family in this past year, I was moved to tears. Instead of allowing myself to cry, although I did let a few tears escape, I was motivated for the first time in a long time to write. So, for the umpteenth time I am committing to write...while it might not be every day and might not always be about my two boobs...it will be about my life after my breast cancer diagnosis. So follow along with the ups and downs...it's guaranteed to make you smile, at least once!