Sarcasm is Funny

I'm sarcastic. It's a gift, actually. I use it in numerous situations even if somewhat inappropriate, but it has certainly helped me deal with this stupid crappy cancer. 

The beauty of using sarcasm is that once you look at things from that vantage point, you can’t stop. And if you commit yourself to coming back with funny anecdotes (funny to me at least) you start to look for the humor in everything. It's a great tool that keeps me from the mullygrubs, and puts a smile on my face! It's really the only way to deal with crappy cancer and the other pits of life.

So today, I'm heading to Baylor for several folks to 'play with the girls' all day before I lose them. I'm going into this without much knowledge of what they are going to do, so I'll have to explain it all in a later post. I'm showing up. I'm trusting these people and placing my total faith in God. I am going to have a discussion with my surgeon about reaching through the incision to get all that fat out from under my arms though! And while he's in there, could he reach way down and suck some of this fat out of my stomach? A girl can ask, can't she?

And while I'm at it, let's stop acting like this is normal. . . . . . A "mastectomy" is a euphemism for an amputation! That's the English word used prior to 1950. But of course, we are more polite in our speech these days. Why has the removal of a woman's breast become so completely normal these days? If I had bone cancer in my leg and it was amputated, would that be normal? What if it ran in my family and I had it removed to be safe, as women sometimes opt for with their breasts. The whole PINK campaign to make women (and men) aware of their breasts have feminized it and made it a normal occurrence. There's nothing 'normal' to me about having my girls whacked off! How do I prepare myself for this? I'm so vulnerable and NOT in control. I haven't even begun to experience the physical and emotional pain from this 'amputation'. I'm not trying to make the reader feel uncomfortable here, but 'awareness' (although a good thing) has become so commercialized that it seems perfectly 'normal' for a woman to have breast cancer and loose her mammaries! That's definitely a downside to October going 'Pink' and I'm not quite sure how I feel about that yet. 

Today is the last day I have to wear a booby strap!  That's not normal. With a personality like mine, who needs boobs?