Call Me Pincushion
Three needles today.
Internal sonogram, too!
Thimble, anyone?
Tales of my second go-round with breast cancer before the age of 40.
A chronicle—sometimes raw, sometimes reflective, always irreverent—of a life upended by a long shot and of the daily indignities and tiny victories that comprise it.
3 Comments:
la la la la
ain't it great being a girl...
Welcome to the IF merry-go-round! After a while you become inured to the poking and prodding of those sonograms, and it becomes as routine as brushing your teeth. Same goes for the needle sticks. We're with you all the way!
Okay, you clever girl. I'm getting a little sick of the Haiku. How about a nice limerick next time?
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