Yes, this blog is about cancer.

I am 30 years old.

I am recovering from a double mastectomy surgery that I underwent after being diagnosed with breast cancer. Soon, I will start injections that will put me into menopause to decrease the likelihood of the breast cancer recurring. If all goes according to plan, next year I will undergo two more surgeries. The first, to get implants in place of where my breasts were. The second, to remove my ovaries and uterus. I have the BRCA2 mutation, which puts me at high risk for several different cancers, in addition to the one I already had. This may all seem a little overwhelming to you, so just imagine how I feel. I will tell you my story, all about everything that has happened, and I'll keep you updated with what is continuing to happen. It is going to be a terrible couple of years.

This isn't going to be a feel-good and inspirational blog about my journey. It is going to be a raw emotion, hope it doesn't happen to you blog. I am not a positive thinker, I'm not lighthearted, energetic, or extroverted. I'm a realist with strong pessimistic leanings. I'm not writing these posts to prove that good things come out of terrible situations, and I'm not going to end each post on a happy note.

I am writing this to get my feelings out in more ways than crying several times a day. I am writing this so you know about the shit I am going through. And maybe some people who are also going through this shit,or someday might, can read about someone like them who isn't going to sugarcoat things.

This blog is about my life, centering around cancer and this damn genetic mutation. All access. Too much information. No apologies.

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