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April 7, 2015 / / Poetry
April 5, 2015 / / Health
March 1, 2015 / / Health

Fuck Cancer

By Amy Herdy

Physical therapists are amazing people, but they could easily get second jobs as sadists.

To help me recover from the bilateral mastectomy surgery, I received a prescription for p.t. from Dr. Hartley, the plastic surgeon, and after the first session I marveled at how those folks discover the exact movements that will have you saying “uncle!”  within seconds.

Read the Post Fuck Cancer, Part XI: Brooms, Shrooms and Wedding Parties

February 8, 2015 / / Health

Fuck Cancer

By Amy Herdy 

Finally, it was time to talk about the elephant: Ten days after my bilateral mastectomy, my oncologist, John Fleagle, asked us to make an appointment “to discuss chemotherapy,” which surprised me.

Me: Discuss chemotherapy? What’s there to discuss?

Fleagle: Well, what your options are.

Me: But the first time we met you told me you were 80 to 90 percent sure I’d have to have chemo, and now you’re saying there are options?

Fleagle: Well, just because I recommend a treatment doesn’t mean that all my patients want to follow it. Some people are scared of chemo.

Me: I’m more scared of death.

Fleagle: Then you and I are on the same page.

Read the Post Fuck Cancer, Part X: Superhero Boobs

January 6, 2015 / / Health

Fuck Cancer

By Amy Herdy

RachelThis is Rachel. And yes, she’s every bit as sweet as she looks, and that didn’t stop me from hurling a few f-bombs at her when she pulled out  two drains from me during my first follow-up visit at the plastic surgeon’s office after my bilateral mastectomy.

But first, a little more on the tumor. Surgeon Richard Fox (aka Jon Hamm) called just before the visit to say the results on my tumor’s pathology were so far “about as good as you could get” and that my tumor was “a 2.5cm, garden variety, middle-of-the-road” kind of tumor.

Now back to Rachel.

“You’re a fast healer,” Rachel said as she inspected the surgery site.

My chest color–flesh-toned, with yellow and purple bruises–was good, she said. If it turned pink, that could mean infection.

Husbands, she said, are the best at spotting infection before it really sets in.

“They’re used to how their wife smells, and if that’s off-I guess it’s a pheramone thing–they notice it right away, even typically before the wife will.”

Read the Post Fuck Cancer, Part IX: Why Blowfish Don’t Have Pockets

December 14, 2014 / / Friendship

Fuck Cancer

 

By Amy Herdy

Matt (left) and Mark.
Matt (left) and Mark, unintentionally being twins.

Two boys born in Traer, Iowa grew up together in that small town. They attended the same grade school, middle school and high school, becoming best friends.

They played football, basketball and ran track together, and even set a high school track relay record together (that record still stands).

When it came time to go to college, both attended colleges in Iowa. They had the same wacky sense of humor, strong Midwestern work ethic and love of motorcycles.

After graduating, both men eventually moved to Colorado, where they met their wives. Both of them got married in the mountains. Both became non-biological fathers to sons; one by marriage, one by adoption, and both soon moved to homes within Boulder County.

Over the years, they stayed in touch, getting together once in a while to have coffee or a beer.

One day, one of the men called the other one just to say hello. His friend sounded down.

“What’s wrong?” the man asked his long-time buddy.

“Kate’s been diagnosed with breast cancer,” the buddy said. Read the Post Fuck Cancer, Part VIII: Two Boys from Iowa

November 17, 2014 / / Health
November 9, 2014 / / Health

Fuck Cancer

By Amy Herdy

The first thing I remember as I woke up was a nurse saying, “Your lymph nodes looked good–it doesn’t look like the cancer spread.”

I remember feeling so grateful that I began to cry even before I had opened my eyes.  And then I did open them and there was Matt, peering down at me, his eyes filled with tears, too. One of the nurses said, with great concern,  “Oh, look at her face!” as I suppose she thought I was crying from pain. And she must’ve given me something because I slipped away again and don’t remember anything else until I was in my room later.

Read the Post Fuck Cancer Part VI: Surgery and Snakes

October 30, 2014 / / Books
Coffee Therapy
by F. Stein – A special Halloween treat! 

A thick mist is always blanketing this town like a cold veil. I grew up here, left to study medicine, and returned to open a practice and help people.

Read the Post 20 Pieces | A Halloween Special

October 23, 2014 / / Health