The Cancer Came Back The Very Next Day

I am sure you have all heard that my breast cancer came back. Thankfully it has not spread. But I do have to go through another round of chemo and now I need a mastectomy. For about a week I was in shock. I was without words. I sat in my room and cried and hated life. Then I went back into fighter mode. I already had my port put back in my arm (which wasn't nearly as painful or scary as the first time) and I start chemo Thursday. It will be the same 2 drugs (Taxotere and Cytoxan) plus 2 additional drugs, which aren't technically chemo drugs and have very minimal side effects, if any. I will lose my hair again and already have a sassy wig.  I am ready to do this and get through it like a champ. In trying to look at the light at the end of the tunnel, I am excited I will have 2 brand new boobs. Mine are so disfigured and not me anymore. And truth be told, it will be kinda fun to have fake knockers. But that's not until at least October. One day at a time. Right now I am focusing on getting through chemo. My only regret right now is that I had a lumpectomy instead of a mastectomy the first time around. There is a good chance I wouldn't be going through this a second time had I opted for the mastectomy. Lesson learned