Clean Margins

If infertility, POF, a part-time job outside the home, and a very full-time job inside the home juggling the ups and downs of two children wasn’t enough, the big man upstairs decided to throw one more monkey wrench in my 35th year of life – breast cancer.

In December I was diagnosed with DCIS (Stage 0) breast cancer.  In January I had my first surgery.  Friday at 5pm, my doctor calls with the results.  The margins aren’t clean.   In March I was back on the table again.  Still no luck.  The margins still aren’t clean.  And then finally, just last Wednesday, the third time proved to be a charm because I got the happy word today.  CLEAN MARGINS!

Never thought I would say the following words with such glee but, “I can’t wait for radiation!”