Last month, Mary was able to ditch her wig. Her hair was still short, but she thought that she 'could carry it off', she said. I was so happy for her. Mary had beat it. I'd finished chemo, and was quite happy with the way my body had met that challenge. I did alright. I was pretty sure I was going to breeze through radiation, and then I would be done, done, done!
Mary had an appointment with the surgeon who did her biopsies. He tells her that this is "Bad. Really bad." Mary will have a mastectomy. They are moving quickly on this.
I'm a bit ashamed of how devastating this news is to me.