First and foremost you need to understand the title and tagline.
I HATE the word “breast” so now that I have been diagnosed with that type of cancer, I realized this is a word that will be said and heard way too much. I have taken the liberty of removing the letter R from the word. So I will be talking about my beast. Beast, beast, Beast… so much better.
When I told my sister, her reply was “Well isn’t that a fucking curve ball.”
This is going to be honest and upfront about what I’m going through as it happens.
I will swear. I will have poor punctuation if I’m going completely stream of conciousness. I should still have proper grammar and spelling because I can’t let everything slip!
I’m doing this because I’m finding it really tiring to tell everyone the same story several times a day. Literally tiring. I need a nap after a round of phone calls!