Prognosis Update
It's hard not to hate my oncologist. The cancer appears to have spread to my bones. We're waiting on test results to see if any other organs have been affected. Diagnosis: Advanced Inflammatory Breast Cancer It's incurable, but treatable. I'm confident that science will advance before it has a chance to put me to sleep forever. The hardest thing to hear was that although fertility may return due to my age, I probably wouldn't live long enough to raise a child. A big F U to that notion. If there's any reason to fight this mother-effer, it's to enjoy a laid-back life with my man and a little one. I'm assured this came about very quickly (appearing and spreading within a month) and that there is nothing I could have done to avoid it. This hasn't stopped me bashing on myself for all the poor lifestyle choices I've made thus far. As an avid agnostic-atheist, if there is a God, she's one sick puppy that needs to be taught a lesson on how much of a stubborn biyatch I can be :) Much love and health to all. x