I figured, maybe if I made my story available on the web, too, it might help somebody in some way.
Then, I saw this viral Twitter thread about a woman's pleasantly straightforward experience dealing with a lump in Iceland:
I immediately contrasted her experience with my own, and figured my experience might be a typical example worth sharing of how the American healthcare system works.
Finally, I tend to feel compelled to document certain experiences just for my own record, so I can remember exactly how things happened, either for my own benefit or in case I want to explain the situation to someone else in the future. So, if no one else reads this, at least I have it for myself.
Please Note: I've back-dated all my posts to the actual or approximate dates on which the events occurred, but actually I started this blog on June 13, 2019.
Please Note: I've back-dated all my posts to the actual or approximate dates on which the events occurred, but actually I started this blog on June 13, 2019.
10/29/19 Edited to Add: A few weeks before my surgery, I started telling family and close friends about my diagnosis. I pointed people to this blog so I wouldn't have to answer the same questions over and over. Later on, I decided I didn't want my diagnosis and treatment to be some kind of secret, so I posted about it on Facebook, and I linked my blog. Even though keeping others updated and spreading breast cancer awareness weren't part of my original vision, this blog has kind of evolved to serve those purposes, too.
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