My BRCA Journey

In February I messaged my surgeon and asked for a consult to get the ball rolling on my mastectomy. We scheduled March 18th and I was insanely anxious. I was worried because the previous visit she had made me feel like I should have chopped off my nipples, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. 

March 17, 2025 my closest friends that know all of my fears and are used to my overthinking took me out for a green beer – hello St. Patrick’s Day. That was exactly what I needed to calm my nerves. I had a couple drinks, got some tight hugs that could cure anything, laughed, teased a bit and had a huge smile on my face. 

To say I was worried for my Mastectomy consult is a huge understatement. I had been under the supervision of my surgeon since I turned 31 and my plastic surgeon had done my breast reduction. I was intimidated and downright scared. My main surgeon couldn’t have been better. I walked out of my consult and called my mom, boyfriend, and closest friends to let them know I was excited to get this going!