May was a month of broken things. June couldn’t get here fast enough. We believed wholeheartedly that nothing could possibly break in June.
Here’s the list of things that broke in May:
- Two tires on Mike’s car
- Two tires on Jenny’s car
- Jenny’s car battery
- The air conditioner in Mike’s car
- My right boob
Everything was fixed, replaced, or accepted as forever broken. What I didn’t expect to break, what I was too arrogant to think would ever break, was my breast. I will never forget where I was when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My favorite place. Starbucks. I’ll have a vanilla latte with a side of radiation, please.
Invasive ductal carcinoma. Boob garbage. Titty trash. Uninvited guest that made itself nice and comfy. I know it won’t go willingly, even if I ask it nicely and say we weren’t expecting company. What a horrible house guest. It leaves a mess everywhere, never cleans up after itself, and talks too loud. It’s ass will soon meet my boot when I kick it out the front door. Eviction notice served. Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back. It will be gone and I’ll be left to clean up its garbage. Surgery followed by six weeks of radiation, a whole bunch of medical appointments, and a scar to remind me of my strength.
May was the month everything broke but my spirit. I’m happy to say, knock on wood, June has been unbreakable.