Pink is not My Color

One in eight women will get breast cancer. On January 30th of this year, after a month of scans and tests, I officially became a “one.”

Stage 2 Invasive Ductal Carcinoma in situ Her2+, to be precise, has been my every day life for 2018. I have had 16 rounds of chemo and will have a lumpectomy at the end of the month, during which they will also take at least one lymph node and remove my chemo port. After I heal from that, I will begin an unknown number of radiation treatments followed by hormone blockers for the next 5 – 10 years.

So, this year is all about “saving second base.” I feel lucky to have been given a good prognosis. There are no guarantees, they tell me, but I am responding well to treatment. I have good doctors and hope to not have to see them every other week by 2019.

And, yes, my oncologist did my hair. I think I paid too much. I wake up every morning with fuzz-frizz. 😉