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Dissembling In Order to Save My Life

One of the biggest lessons cancer taught me is that it comes in many different forms. When a woman is diagnosed with breast cancer, it is simply not  just cancer. There are many different types of breast cancer, and once the type is determined, doctors can decide how best to treat it.

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Large and Not In Charge (Thanks, Breast Cancer)

I’ve been joking quite a bit lately about reaching the “parade float” portion of the breast cancer experience, and it turns out my humor has been spot on. I found out on Thursday that I’ve gained a little over ten pounds since July, and my lymph node-deficient left arm seems to be growing larger by the day. This has lead me to wonder how many Macy’s employees it would take to escort me down Broadway during the annual Thanksgiving Day parade (Snoopy has quite the entourage).

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Tamoxifen, Sandra Lee, Mammography, and DCIS

This essay was originally published on May 13, 2015.

Who likes buffets? If you do that’s totally fine. I won’t begrudge you, but I will share my thoughts:

I think buffets are evil. I think they are a bastion for those among us who have annoying food proclivities that border on being textbook eating disorders. They are all about quantity as opposed to quality. They illustrate the inherent gluttony of North Americans who think that multiple trips to the food troughs qualify as exercise. Number of times I’ve been to Las Vegas: three; number of buffets I ate at: zero. They remind me of my insane Canadian family.

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My Eggo Is Not Preggo (I’m Not Pregnant)

This essay was originally published on May 3, 2015.

I had my second Herceptin treatment the other day, and I’m due to get my first “vaccine” injection in three weeks. So far, so good with Herceptin; no vile side effects with the exception of a slightly crusty nose, which isn’t anywhere near as bad as it was when I was getting Taxol. I hope it eventually goes away because someone, somewhere is going to catch me picking my nose.

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