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Post-surgery at Memorial Sloan Kettering Hospital, September 2017

I was diagnosed with cancer the week of my birthday in April, 2011. That seems a really long time ago now that we live in a state of constant political PTSD. In actual fact, it was seven and a half years ago. In a nutshell: out of the gate, I had metastatic breast cancer which had spread to my spine. My oncologist at Memorial Sloan Kettering put me on a hormonal treatment to curb the estrogen that was feeding the cancer.

For several years my biggest quandary was aching joints due to the medication. I worked full time. I did not in any way feel disabled. I was absolutely sure that state would be my status quo for, say, twenty years. And all remained copacetic except for occasional frightening scans which resulted in medication changes, for a very long time. Sometimes I even forgot I had cancer. …


Holly Cara Price

Agent Provocateur. Social Media Ninja. Writer/Editor. Cancer Warrior. My beat: the slings & arrows of outrageous pop culture.

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