There are a certain places that pregnant women don’t fit. Dive bars, roller coasters and mosh pits are a few. Apparently, MRI machines need to be added to the list. The staff had to adjust pillows, reevaluate the position of my legs and confer as to the best method to complete the scan without squashing my growing belly and baby. You may be thinking that an MRI isn’t a normal appointment for a pregnant woman. You’d be right. However, my situation has taken a turn for the unusual.
I am a mother to a ridiculously hilarious cherub-faced 14 month old little girl. I am also 6 months pregnant with a hiccuping, somersaulting soccer player of a baby. I have two black cats that bring me hours of annoyance and comfort. My husband grew up at the beach but looks like “lumberjack” should be his middle name. I recently celebrated my 31st birthday. And I have just been diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. Needless to say, things are going to get pretty interesting.
Documenting this journey gives me an outlet to express the humorous and taxing experiences of my unique situation. I hope all of my research can ease the burden for others going through breast cancer treatment. I hope some can become comfortable with open discussions about all those “c” words, like chemo and cancer. As for the other people, may your desire for that dramatic reality show be quenched! I will spare no detail and will combine a wicked sense of humor with an accurate portrayal of a girl with cancer.