Of all the things I wish I had known about a bilateral mastectomy before I had mine, the inability to sleep ranks pretty high. As I laid in bed last night trying to go to sleep, I couldn't help but think about all the nights my eyes simply refused to close, my mind has refused... Continue Reading →
Here It Comes (Pt2)
I want to start by saying there are 2 pictures at the end of this blog, the first showing what drain sites look like and the second portraying the singular lowest and best moment of this journey. They are somewhat graphic and some nudity is shown. I added them in to go along with part... Continue Reading →
Ready Or Not, Here It comes (Part1)
As of today, I am 7 weeks, 5 days post op. It's been a long 7 weeks ya'll. At the beginning of the year, I thought I had tons of time before having surgery but between packing, the move, trying to get all the family visits in and a chaotic work schedule, time turned out... Continue Reading →
The One With 42 Breakdowns
Good grief ya'll. I thought things were hectic and scary trying to get ready for this upcoming surgery and time off. I thought. Then about 3 weeks ago, the people we rent our house from called and told us that their son had decided he wanted to live here so we needed to move. Now,... Continue Reading →
Thanks For The Laughs
As you guys know, the past few months have been just a little hectic. Decisions, new experiences and the unknown have dominated our everyday life. We share the worries and the fears we have with each other and we try to remain honest with ourselves and each other about the way we feel and how... Continue Reading →
It Is Well
Recently, I find my mind bogged and overloaded more moments than not. Sleep is restless, dreams are chaotic and vivid and thoughts scatter into nowhere. It isn't that I'm afraid. I'm not overly worried or anxious about what is to come. There is though a depth of feeling that somehow seems to overshadow everything else... Continue Reading →
Thankful This Journey Is With Him
For 10 years, this guy has stood beside me in so many different ways. At times, I didn't know or trust if his intentions or heart had changed, sometimes because of him, sometimes because of me. Always though, he was there. In the dark and in the light, in the good and in the bad,... Continue Reading →
No, It Isn’t Cancer. But It Could Be.
PALB2. 4 letters and 1 number. Such a short acronym. It rolls off the tongue in a second. But dang at the space it can take up. Back in November, I finally decided to make an appointment with a gynecologist and take seeing him or her seriously. It had been about 8 years or so... Continue Reading →
Ramblings Of A Southern Girl 