I still can’t believe it. I guess I’m in denial. It feels just like it did when I was 16 and pregnant. This can’t be happening to me. This happens to other people. Not me. Not young (ok, maybe 38 isn’t exactly young, but it’s young for this!), healthy women with no family history. Breast cancer. I’m so sick of it already. Yet here I am writing about it! Only because I have to. I have no choice. The journalist in me is mad at myself that I didn’t start documenting everything two and a half weeks ago when I found the first lump. (Yes, I found it, and yes, there are more then one – I’ll go into all that soon.) I’ve also felt guilty for awhile that I’ve neglected this blog. So now the blog is evolving with me. It’s going to be about a different type of journey now – more of a life journey than traveling from place to place. Feel free to unsubscribe if this just isn’t your type of thing. (I’d like to unsubscribe myself.)
It just didn’t feel right giving all of my updates on Facebook- and I know not everyone is on Facebook (right, Dad?) . So I’ll put major updates here instead, and you can either subscribe by clicking the ‘Sign me up!’ box on the right, or check back here every now and then… Thank you for sticking with me on this journey. I know it’s not going to be fun like the last one, and certainly won’t have similar photo ops, but it will be … real.
Amy's America 