The Saturday night before my mastectomy, I hosted a party called, Thanks for the Mammories: A Farewell Party for my Breasts . I wanted an adult-only party in the evening (as much as I just love being interrupted a gajillion times by my children), with beer pong, garden lights, 90's music, breast cupcakes, wine, good beer, and Jello shots. I made strawberry margarita jello shots with lime and they were delicious. We had prizes, too; whomever had a pink fox sticker on the bottom of their shot won a pink candle, whomever had the coveted yellow fox sticker won champagne gummy bears. It was super-fun to celebrate the last Saturday night ''my girls'' would ever have. We had attended a lot of fun parties over the years, and hosted quite a few, too, so I felt this was very befitting. Since my 34th birthday would be two days after I arrived home from the hospital and I would still be very sore and have 4 surgical drains in, I requested guests bring something in the colo...
Join me on my journey down the rabbit hole of Cancer Land! Treatment, divorce, parenthood, teaching and dating while learning to navigate my new life as a metavivor. My sordid tale begins on April 17, 2017 at age 33 when I was diagnosed with Stage II Invasive Ductal Carcinoma Triple Negative Breast Cancer and continues with my new Stage IV diagnosis exactly two years later on April 17, 2019.