Curve Balls and Other Hard Things

“I’m going to throw you a curve ball,” my oncologist said. “Are you ready?”

I don’t think saying ‘no’ was an option. What I wanted to do was run and hide.

I had spent the last week getting comfortable with the new reality that my breast cancer surgery — scheduled for the 29th (then 17 days out) — was going to definitely be a mastectomy. I was still working through the options for reconstruction, as well as whether I wanted to go ahead with a double mastectomy or remove “just” my cancerous right breast. I had scheduled an appointment with another…