It’s just a little amount of cancer. It wasn’t a relaxing day, however. Well, to put it mildly! I was totally focused on doing all I could to bring the baby out.
When I woke up more than a week over due. By mid-afternoon, I was limping from one meeting to another, discussing ways to eradicate my cancer.
I sat and listened as they informed me that a double mastectomy as soon as possible would probably be the best course of action. I inquired about everything I could, including.
If I could get a copy of my tumor scan to display on the refrigerator next to my baby’s ultrasound. By the middle of the night, I was in spontaneous labor and crawling about on my apartment floor.
I then went to the hospital to see my baby, who I found out was a male at the moment of delivery. The good news? Hospital staff members are great targets for dark comedy,
And because my previous book explored the use of humor to help people cope with stressful circumstances, there was no better setting for me.
