It’s been a minute since I’ve felt like sitting down, taking a breath and sharing more about my journey. I think it’d be appropriate to say that I’ve been overwhelmed over the last couple of months with chemo, a myriad of doctor’s appointments and getting ready for what comes next.

I survived my dance with the red devil and came out the other side unscathed. That’s not to say that it was a pleasant experience. If anyone tells you that it was, they’ve probably also got a bridge in Brooklyn to sell you. I give the experience 0 out of 10 stars.

Now the countdown is on to the next step – surgery. Yes, friends – it’s almost time to get rid of these things that are actively trying to kill me. We’re having a double mastectomy.

It’s a strange feeling knowing that at this time next week, I’ll be asleep on a table while two skilled surgeons whom I trust will be taking me apart and putting me back together again. That parts of me that I’ve always had, straight from the original manufacturer, are going to be taken away and replaced with something new, something foreign.

Am I nervous? Yes. The closer it gets, the more anxious I get about the unknown. Am I ready? Also yes. It’s time to get this show on the road.