2 years ago I found a lump...

2 years later I'm moving forward.

Please take a moment, right now works, do your self check , facebook will be here when you get back.

If you have any doubt that your time will be wasted... take a moment to read any post on this blog...

2 years ago I found a lump...

2 years later I'm moving forward.

Please take a moment, right now works, do your self check , facebook will be here when you get back.

If you have any doubt that your time will be wasted... take a moment to read any post on this blog...

2 years ago I found a lump...

2 years later I'm moving forward.

Please take a moment, right now works, do your self check , facebook will be here when you get back.

If you have any doubt that your time will be wasted... take a moment to read any post on this blog...

I feel almost guilty not having introduced you to my kick-ass boots. I was going to tweet [again] about the audible 'OOOOH' I heard from a gal as I swiftly walked out of Dr. Gabriel's office...  then link to my blog post + photo about my boots. [because you need the photo for it to be effective #don'tchathink] But then I searched high + low and couldn't find a post. If I'm remiss then chalk it up to chemo brain... if I'm not, I am truly sorry for not having shared these with you before now.

Meet my Cancer-Ass-Kickin' Boots. They are a bit Mary Poppins meets dominatrix.

When my husband laid eyes upon them, he said I might be sending the wrong message... I didn't care. It wasn't a message meant for the local men. It was for my inner-brave girl...

These chica's accompanied me to chemo, radiation, doctor consults + follow ups, dinner on the town and coffee at Caffe Piccolo. When cancer got ugly, I knew my shoes were still the cutest within a 2 mile radius.

Today it seemed fitting to strut into my breast reconstruction post opp appointment wearing them along with my new bra...

The audible "OOOOH" which included a finger pointing gesture as I swiftly exited the waiting room was affirmation that cancer is ugly, but my life doesn't have to be.

I feel almost guilty not having introduced you to my kick-ass boots. I was going to tweet [again] about the audible 'OOOOH' I heard from a gal as I swiftly walked out of Dr. Gabriel's office...  then link to my blog post + photo about my boots. [because you need the photo for it to be effective #don'tchathink] But then I searched high + low and couldn't find a post. If I'm remiss then chalk it up to chemo brain... if I'm not, I am truly sorry for not having shared these with you before now.

Meet my Cancer-Ass-Kickin' Boots. They are a bit Mary Poppins meets dominatrix.

When my husband laid eyes upon them, he said I might be sending the wrong message... I didn't care. It wasn't a message meant for the local men. It was for my inner-brave girl...

These chica's accompanied me to chemo, radiation, doctor consults + follow ups, dinner on the town and coffee at Caffe Piccolo. When cancer got ugly, I knew my shoes were still the cutest within a 2 mile radius.

Today it seemed fitting to strut into my breast reconstruction post opp appointment wearing them along with my new bra...

The audible "OOOOH" which included a finger pointing gesture as I swiftly exited the waiting room was affirmation that cancer is ugly, but my life doesn't have to be.

Just got wind of my PET scan results....

CLEAR baby CLEAR!!!!  That's right sistah' "No evidence of cancer". #highyatakethatbreastcancer

Also, I'm sportin' my new girls....and afer the rock hard mounds I was toting around, these girls are pure squishy soft heaven.

Since I'm still poppin' pain killers, I'm going to keep this post short + sweet.

Thank you Chicas + Chico's for all your love + support. And a HUMONGO thanks to my Medical Team. You are all so appreciated~

XOXO, Krista

Just got wind of my PET scan results....

CLEAR baby CLEAR!!!!  That's right sistah' "No evidence of cancer". #highyatakethatbreastcancer

Also, I'm sportin' my new girls....and afer the rock hard mounds I was toting around, these girls are pure squishy soft heaven.

Since I'm still poppin' pain killers, I'm going to keep this post short + sweet.

Thank you Chicas + Chico's for all your love + support. And a HUMONGO thanks to my Medical Team. You are all so appreciated~

XOXO, Krista

Tomorrow I have my 6 month out PET Scan. Which in cancer world terms means they are going to see if there are any new tumors. I thought about not writing this post because I don't want to even put the idea out into the atmosphere that this is a possibility.

I hesitate to discuss recurrence.  I don't use the term remission, because it implies that cancer is just sitting around waiting to return. I don't want to give it any power.

I've been doing medically what I can to reduce risk of recurrence. I'm currently on a clinical trial (that I've failed to blog about) to decrease my odds, or increase if you want to put that spin on it. I'm currently taking Neratinib. It's a year long trial that I started last April. I pop 5 pills in the am (adjusted from the original 6 because the severe diarrhea was just too severe and I'm not putting it mildly, it was crazy severe).

Neratinib works in conjunction with my Herceptin (the chemo drug I took for a year). Herceptin attacked the outside the of the cancer cell, Neratinib attacks the inside.  That is attacks 'my kind' of cancer cell since the buggers are not all the same. Hence this med works on my type... You may know women that take another drug for 5 years post chemo... I've got, oops, HAD the other kind of cancer.

Sooooo, anywhoo.... I've been a bit anxious about this PET scan. I've been feeling so flippin' great, mentally + physically, that I've almost been able to put this whole cancer sabbatical behind me.

When I went for lab work today, my port was clogged. That's a sign of 'lack-of-use'... which is just fine in my book. I had to give blood the old fashioned way. Which I hate. I've hated it since god knows when. Funny since I've totally been through the wringer and this blood taking and IV placing is what I loathe the must.

Next Tuesday I go in for my reconstruction surgery... I really should hunker down and write that post. It's aptly going to be titled "the girls are coming, the girls are coming!"

Cheers to you all...think good thoughts for me. I'll be headed into the scanner around 11:00 am on Friday.

good thoughts.good thoughts.good thoughts.

Tomorrow I have my 6 month out PET Scan. Which in cancer world terms means they are going to see if there are any new tumors. I thought about not writing this post because I don't want to even put the idea out into the atmosphere that this is a possibility.

I hesitate to discuss recurrence.  I don't use the term remission, because it implies that cancer is just sitting around waiting to return. I don't want to give it any power.

I've been doing medically what I can to reduce risk of recurrence. I'm currently on a clinical trial (that I've failed to blog about) to decrease my odds, or increase if you want to put that spin on it. I'm currently taking Neratinib. It's a year long trial that I started last April. I pop 5 pills in the am (adjusted from the original 6 because the severe diarrhea was just too severe and I'm not putting it mildly, it was crazy severe).

Neratinib works in conjunction with my Herceptin (the chemo drug I took for a year). Herceptin attacked the outside the of the cancer cell, Neratinib attacks the inside.  That is attacks 'my kind' of cancer cell since the buggers are not all the same. Hence this med works on my type... You may know women that take another drug for 5 years post chemo... I've got, oops, HAD the other kind of cancer.

Sooooo, anywhoo.... I've been a bit anxious about this PET scan. I've been feeling so flippin' great, mentally + physically, that I've almost been able to put this whole cancer sabbatical behind me.

When I went for lab work today, my port was clogged. That's a sign of 'lack-of-use'... which is just fine in my book. I had to give blood the old fashioned way. Which I hate. I've hated it since god knows when. Funny since I've totally been through the wringer and this blood taking and IV placing is what I loathe the must.

Next Tuesday I go in for my reconstruction surgery... I really should hunker down and write that post. It's aptly going to be titled "the girls are coming, the girls are coming!"

Cheers to you all...think good thoughts for me. I'll be headed into the scanner around 11:00 am on Friday.

good thoughts.good thoughts.good thoughts.

As I sat in the plastic surgeon's waiting room I couldn't help but notice the division in the room. There were 3 women that were obviously there for the same reason I was. #theirheadscarves+wigsgavethemaway The other's I wasn't so sure...

I was there to schedule my breast reconstruction surgery... yes, I'll spend this years Breast Cancer Awareness month getting my new girls. Last year was spent removing them. They will no doubt be better, stronger, higher, tighter than the original girls. They come with history #isaidhistorynotbaggage They come with no nipples. [i'll get those tattooed on later]

I don't have anything against breast enhancements. But please do not confuse this surgery with optional boob jobs. I didn't want new girls. They are just the replacements. I won't shun them, or you if you have optional boobs... just mentally it isn't the same. I understand people when people whom don't know me just want to connect... I really do... but connecting over your boob job story or your botched booby job is no where near the same... it just isn't. #feltgoodtogetthatoffmychest #neitherischemotakingyourpubesequatetoabrazillion

My plastic surgeon gets it. He founded The Pink Lemonade Project as well as proposed a bill that will require physicians to provide information to clients. I was interviewed for this news segment along with my doctor, Dr. Gabriel. [fyi- it takes a minute to get to the segment] for the full news story click here