Tomorrow is a big day, folks. Tomorrow is my yearly mammogram since ending chemotherapy. I'm nervous, scared, annoyed, hungry... hungry? Oh wait, I'm always hungry.
Just another step for me to take in this long, seemingly never-ending journey. I have these six month check-ups for five years and then I'm considered cured! So just only four more years, folks. As much as the mammogram causes anxiety, I actually find myself comforted by them. I want to know what's going on in my murderous tatas, and I swear to God, these boobs are GONE if cancer rears its ugly head again. I will not stand for another two attempts on my life.
Anyway, think good thoughts for my boobs, er, my health.