Cancer during the COVID era

Photo by National Cancer Institute on Unsplash

I fall firmly into the category of, “that won’t happen to me… and if it does, it won’t be serious… and if it’s serious, I’ll get over it… and if I don’t get over it, I have good life insurance, so it’s still a win for my family.” But no amount of glib dark humor can stop this train from rolling. It all still feels surreal. I went from routine mammogram in July, to breast cancer diagnosis in August, to surgery scheduled for early September.