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Tag Archives: Tamoxifuck
Two Weeks In
“We’re ya been, Scorchy?” I saw that subject line in my Inbox and realized that I have not been writing. And there’s a reason: I’M WORKING AGAIN! I’M WORKING AGAIN! Ah, what a wonderful thing. This tumor flare/spondylosis crisis that … Continue reading →
Posted in Career Conundrums, My Stage IV Life
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Tagged career, frustration, history, metastasis, metastatic breast cancer, pain, pain management, Stage IV, stage iv breast cancer, Tamoxifen, Tamoxifuck, TFK, Treatment, vulnerability
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20 Comments
An Open Letter to Tamoxifen
Posted in My Stage IV Life
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Tagged breast cancer, cancer cell, metastasis, metastatic breast cancer, pain, pain management, Stage IV, stage iv breast cancer, Tamoxifuck, TFK, Treatment, tumor
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27 Comments
Acne
There are perks to getting older. You can do whatever you want: dress the way you want, stay up as late as you want, be whatever you want, or dip a wet spoon into the sugar bowl without your mother … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stage IV Life
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Tagged acne, breast cancer, estrogen, frustration, Howard Stern, Humor, indignities, Media, metastasis, metastatic breast cancer, My Turban is Dirty, phony phone calls, pimples, Richard Christie, Sal the Stockbroker, Stage IV, stage iv breast cancer, Tamoxifen, Tamoxifuck, TFK, zits
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13 Comments
Prognosis
The first time I heard the word “prognosis” as part of this little breast cancer adventure was back in July when I was diagnosed. 80% was the magic number. I had an 80% chance of survival. I remember saying, “Can’t … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stage IV Life, Stage IV Musings
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Tagged Attitude, breast cancer, breasts, career, Death Star, Diagnosis, end of life planning, frustration, knitting, lytic lesion, Media, metastasis, metastatic breast cancer, pain, prognosis, quality of life, retirement, retirement savings, savings, Stage IV, stage iv breast cancer, support, Tamoxifen, Tamoxifuck, TFK, Treatment, vulnerability, wills
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23 Comments
Fear and Loathing in NYC
Twitter is an odd universe. Every time I tweet and call some politician a tool I know that the National Archives has a record of it. Which is why I don’t use my real name on the interwebs (well, most … Continue reading →
Chronic
chron·ic [kron-ik] adjective 1. constant; habitual; inveterate: a chronic liar. 2. continuing a long time or recurring frequently: a chronic state of civil war. 3. having long had a disease, habit, weakness, or the like: a chronic invalid. 4. (of … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stage IV Life, Stage IV Musings
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Tagged Attitude, breast cancer, chronic, Death Star, Diagnosis, disease management, distrust, management, metastasis, metastatic breast cancer, physicians, puddles, Stage IV, stage iv breast cancer, stigma, support, Tamoxifen, Tamoxifuck, Treatment, trust, vulnerability
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4 Comments
Colorful Language
I was about thirteen when I first said the ultimate bomb: fuck. I recall that I felt a little self-conscious at first. And then I did it again. It got easier. Third time? I owned that baby! I’ve been “fucking” … Continue reading →
Posted in Advocacy, My Stage IV Life
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Tagged Attitude, breast cancer, cancer cell, Death Star, expression, fuck, metastasis, metastatic breast cancer, Stage IV, stage iv breast cancer, support, Tamoxifuck, Tie Fighters, Treatment, vulnerability
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17 Comments
