I’ve just signed away my lymph nodes and a good chunk of boob. The nice man who will cut into me in two weeks is going to slice around my nipple then stretch the skin and pull out the lump. Then he will make another cut under my arm and take out all my lymph nodes. Everyone has a different amount of these nodes so they won’t know until they’re in, how many are coming out. The whole thing will take about an hour and a half.
I went solo to sign the consent form. Sitting alone in the waiting room, I became very aware that my baldy head was probably scaring the bejesus outta all the women there for screening. But when I pondered it for a while and remembered when I was on the other end of that dynamic. When I saw bald women looking calm and healthy, it was reassuring. So I let go of my assumed role as apocalyptic horsewoman. Now I’m through that next bit I’m treating myself to a vegan mezze and going to the cinema in wonderful solitude. Viva bald role models!