Post Cancer Blahs…From Tiger to Eeyore

After a nice long talk with a good friend of mine about depression after cancer and the PTSD that comes with a NED diagnosis I finally got up the courage to edit and finalize my blog post about this epidemic. Depression is not really my thing, I’m the furthest from emo possible and prefer neon and pastels over black, so sharing this piece with everyone is hard but necessary for providing awareness.

Franken-Boobs…

Tissue expanders have a purpose, and that purpose is to help reserve the space for a more permanent reconstruction technique such as implants or flap reconstruction while a person undergoes further recovery or treatments such as radiation. Therefore, they have a purpose and are used for good reason. Also due to the extremely firm nature of them you have no reason to wear a bra, which is glorious.

That is ALL! They are horrible!

#cancerperks…

**Warning this post is meant to show that if you want you can see the good in even the worst of situations. This is in no means a post to say that getting cancer is a good thing or that you should try to go out and get cancer (because that’s crazy!).**