Pathological Response

I was diagnosed with breast cancer just over five months ago.   I know that lots of people start blogging right after diagnosis, but I just couldn’t bring myself to write about it until now.   Couldn’t allow myself to write about it until now. Much of my treatment is behind me.  I’ve already jumped through a hell of a lot of hoops and cleared a hell of a lot of hurdles: umpteen biopsies, two MRIs, a full-body CAT scan, a repeat scan of the lungs, a bone scan, chemotherapy, a PET scan, and a mastectomy, in that order.  It’s not that I didn’t want to write about any of this stuff at the time.  It might have made for better reading if I had (it would have been more suspenseful , at any rate).  It’s just that being a cancer patient sometimes felt like a full-time job.  A really, really hard job that doesn't pay.  I'm good at finding jobs like that. There were scary tests and marathon chemo sessions (each infusion took six to seven hours) to ...