breast cancer

I’m not a sick person.

Written By Penn Playne Studios

One of the daunting fears is becoming a “sick” person. I’m not a sick person.

One year ago today, I walked down a white hall.

Written By Penn Playne Studios

One year ago today, I walked down a white hall. A sterile place. In weird socks with treads on the bottom and no underwear underneath my gown

No one warns you about the roller coaster.

Written By Penn Playne Studios

The barrage of emotions that can strike you at any moment on any day and how different they can truly be.

We fuck like tomorrow might be the last.

Written By Penn Playne Studios

26 days since my doctor said “you have cancer.” Over the phone she said “you have cancer.”

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