It’s been a year since I last picked up my computer to write. I apologize for the radio silence. I had all the intentions of writing, but each time it just didn’t feel right and the words were stuck somewhere in the back of my head and I’d sullenly promise myself that I would write again soon. Now a full year has passed – isn’t it scary how fast time flies? Continue reading
Two years ago on this day, I found out I had breast cancer. Yes, the dreaded ‘C’ word. This was a shock to me, because to be honest, no one in their early 30s is expected to deal with this, right? At that age, I still feel invincible, and there was no time to contemplate my mortality. I still remember getting the call from the OBGYN office asking me to come in for my results. It was then that I knew it was going to be bad news (why else would they call you in?). In that minute my world changed. At 33 years old, with no family history, I sat there in silence as the doctor told me I had ductal carcinoma-in-situ. That was the bad news; the good news I was told, is that the cancer was caught early and was non-invasive. Yay me?