Today I will meet with a genetics counselor and with my breast surgeon. I am hoping that the MRI results are good and we can get my surgery scheduled. Once this happens, I will feel like I can call this the beginning of my cancer treatment.
Remember how everybody had to clap their hands at the end of Peter Pan to let Tinkerbell know they believed in fairies? Well, at 4:00 today, clap your hands if you believe in boobies! Then I want you all to chant Stage 1 under your breath until security comes to take you away. Just kidding, peeps!
Check back tonight for the 4-1-1 on Righty's prognosis.