So We Meet Again

Week 8: I went to see my cancer surgeon. She did my original mastectomy. But the last time I saw her was when I was being wheeled into emergency surgery at three in the morning five years earlier - almost to the day. She happened to be the surgeon on-call when my appendix burst about a week before I was due for my final chemo session. But that's a story for another day. This time all she did was check me and then she outlined the area of skin she intended to remove along with excising the cancer mass. It's unsettling to see the lump and feel how deep/thick it is now that my implant is deflating. In fact, it's kind of sickening to know that what could kill me is so tangible this time around.