It’s not really day one, because that was two weeks earlier, when I had my initial visit and setup.
This is day one of my proton therapy treatment. There are 27 to go.

A journey
It’s not really day one, because that was two weeks earlier, when I had my initial visit and setup.
This is day one of my proton therapy treatment. There are 27 to go.
Surgery was Wednesday 30 August; UW discharged me around noon on Thursday, 31 August. Mastectomy (whether or not bilateral) without reconstruction means less time in surgery plus reduced time in the hospital.
It’s been a month since I posted publicly. Where to begin? Saying goodbye to the ta-tas?
Continue reading “The 2017 story: countdown to the end of the month”
If I’ve learned nothing else since being diagnosed with cancer, it is this: uncertainty is the name of the game. Its first cousin is focused patience, because waiting is the overarching action.
Friday, June 23: It’s Savi Scout day.
Because it’s a gorgeous day, I ride the TransAlp into Seattle. I should be done late morning, and I have a dentist appointment in Lynnwood at 3 pm.
The scary thing on the right breast was just a cyst.
That’s the biggest news of the week.
Late on Monday 15 May, after business hours, my oncologist called. I had almost convinced myself that she wouldn’t call until Tuesday because there was nothing going on. And then the phone rang.