two confessions

After much consideration and a couple queries from friends, I am making this public.

Part of me is embarrassed by this post and another part is very emotional still.


Okay, I have two confessions to make. If I’m going to be honest with myself and with everyone about this journey, I need to say two things.

  1. I didn’t think I’d be here, not two years after diagnosis; that’s how serious I took the type of cancer I had.
    I thought this up to and including after my mastectomy surgery was done and the pathology was in.

  2. I didn’t deal with a plastic surgeon prior to now because I didn’t think that it was worth the cost to the resident’s of British Columbia for me to have reconstruction or otherwise because I didn’t think I’d be around long.

I know.

I know.

But the thoughts were there.