Vixen Chronicles

I am an overachiever. The doctor told me that after he told me that I had breast cancer. He said if I had to have it (as if), I'd picked the best one possible. That doctor's statement is how I started my 2015. That was not what I'd planned. I'd planned a year of writing  two books, a patent at work and training to compete as a figure athlete in the summer, followed by a bang-up bash to celebrate my milestone birthday in a pretty place in October. I'd planned college trips and dance recitals with my children, and a beach holiday with tons of friends. Here I was, in the best shape of my life, yet I was diagnosed with the disease whose mention made every woman and quite a few men take a serious deep breath and the blood to drain from many a face. I've always known that breast cancer was coming for me. I have lived like one of TheBetween as described in Tannanarive Due's novel, someone who cheats death and because death can never be cheated, it is always lurking...

Do you tweet? I wake up every morning and I check my-Twitter. I need to keep up with my fellow Twitizens. It's addictive. I can't help it. Since I joined, I update about 3 or 4 times a day. Yesterday, there was a tweet from one of my mutual followers, remarking that they couldn't believe that Christina Applegate had opted for a double mastectomy. They said that maybe her actions were a bit extreme. My response was something like "Your boobies, or your life?" Maybe my response was a little harsh, but I applaud Christina's bravery, for opting to make the choice that will keep her level of worry the lowest, and then for going public with it. her actions will help educate a whole lot of people. I think I would make the same choice. Perhaps Christina and I both share some history. Both of our mother's battled breast cancer. Mine lost before she was forty. I have had at least two scares myself, and each time while I awaited the results of the biopsy, I t...