Well yesterday was a small milestone…..I met my new boobs for what might be the next 12 months.
I invited my gorgeous friend Tori, to give her a sneak peak of what to expect and share my wigs with her. We had coffee, did a bit of grocery shopping (if either of us could remember what the hell we needed with foggy chemo brain). I met her good friend Sarah who was lovely and who’s sister has just completed her flap reconstructive surgery and loving her new body, but warned me chemo brain might be a forever thing.
My male GP yesterday, could not understand why we call them chicken fillets…..I imagine he does not spend much time in the kitchen. All up they weigh 84.4 grams. That’s nearly a kilo of extra weight to carry, I’m treating it like my weights session, I’m missing since leaving the gym.
I admit I have been visiting pity city regularly lately and vowel to seriously leave that behind as it only serves shit burgers on every corner.
So here’s to life moving forward however it comes, to my friends I have welcomed with open arms to the cancer club and to my friends who I hope I never do. To my family, my home, my work, my hobbies. To my puppy, my love of footy, wine, cheese and clothes. To decluttering my house, my heart and my internal home. Live, love, be xx
Happy days xx
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I was 21 and I was planning a wedding, buying a house and had a job interview for the job of my dreams on my 22nd birthday. You see I was being made redundant and had to find a new job by August. Especially with the new mortgage now. It was April. I worked for CML and my new job was a done deal. All I needed was a medical. And with that, just like that....my life was turned upside down and I was diagnosed with CML, ha ha, I know the irony. My hematologist had a laugh at that too. I had Chronic Myeloid Leukeamia, which was normally reserved for 70 year old men. Quite rare for a young adult to get, so how would they treat it? I underwent two separate trials until finally it was decided my best chance of survival (all be it only 50% chance), would be a MUD BMT (matched unrelated bone marrow transplant), now known as VUD Allograt (volunteer unrelated donor). I was told 21 years ago the chance of finding a match was 1 in 20,000 (and that is everyone was on the bone marrow donor registry). Scary odds. So being the risk taker I am I said "go for it". They found a match and that was my first miracle in this journey. The second miracle was, it worked - new blood type, two different DNA profiles and the miracle of medicine was reborn inside me. The third miracle is my son.
25 years on, I now face a new challenge. Breast Cancer. Certainly not the first person to have cancer, to have invasive ductile cancer, hormone receptive and HER2 +, or to even have a dual diagnosis. But this is not another Webiste about a cancer survivor, this is just my excuse to finally publicly write. Along the way I am hoping I can share some insights I have learnt over the years and at the same time, give you a good belly laugh.
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