the one where we survived the apocalypse, i turned thirty, and decided to get new tits

yeah, so months later. we went to amsterdam. we turned thirty. i'm anticipating a messy 'breakup' with ben. parker home schooled for a while and went back to school. brett lived with us. the business is ridiculously busy. and the reason i suppose i'm back here with something of note to blog about - i decided last week that i'm going to have a bilateral prophylactic mastectomy.

this is something i started researching several months ago and then forgot about, only to be reminded last monday (my birfday). i got a letter in the mail informing me that my insurance is going up to $720 a month (from $520) starting on march 1st because of a "change in age/are on which our rates are based." read: you're thirty now; you're a liability to us. pshaw.

i'm done with babies. like, d.o.n.e. DONE. i'm finished using these saggy, irradiated boobs for anything other than entertainment purposes. they nourished my babies for 5ish years, and well. and now they feel like lopsided time bombs. i read the studies (ALL the studies). i know i'm at 8x higher risk for having had hodgkins/radiation/anthracycline etcetera than the average woman (who has roughly a 1 in 8 chance of developing breast cancer over her lifetime). i'm also more likely to get bilateral cancer and die of it than the average breast cancer patient. so yeah, take them. please. i'm not under the false pretense that this will be some walk in the park; it is at least one major surgery, maybe a few, including reconstruction. that said, cancer isn't a walk in the park and honestly, neither is an annual breast mri.