I like to pretend that breast cancer isn't part of my life, and most of the time I don't really spend a lot of time thinking about it. Sure the scars from the mastectomy burn brightly but after I put on my t-shirt, admire my now flattened stomach from the reconstruction...poof, it's out of my mind.
Until the dreaded tests. One which is tomorrow...my favourite one: MRI time at Mt. Sinai.
No wonder I'm agitated, it's not just pms after all.
Wish me luck.