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It's Probably Nothing...*: *Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Implants
It's Probably Nothing...*: *Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Implants
It's Probably Nothing...*: *Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Implants
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It's Probably Nothing...*: *Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Implants

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Daring, sly, and unlike any other book you’ve read, this memoir-in-poems tackles cancer with a bawdy wit guaranteed to “make you laugh in cancer’s face” (Marisa Acocella Marchetto, author of Cancer Vixen).

As a vibrant woman in her late thirties, a mother of two, poet, artist, and teacher, Micki Myers decided to confront her cancer diagnosis head on with the sharpest tools in her arsenal: namely, her sense of humor and unbridled poetic license.

The result is a charming, poignant, laugh-out-loud collection that hits all the highs (morphine) and lows (everything else) of being a cancer patient and surviving with your spirit intact (even if your boobs are not).

It’s Probably Nothing. . .* provides the perfect blend of wit and pathos to help you or a loved one achieve much-needed perspective on this frightening journey, whether recently diagnosed or reveling in remission. From losing your hair (even, ahem, down there) and gaining two bouncy silicone strangers, to the pitfalls of marijuana therapy and the endless chemo-room muzak “that makes you think / sur­vival might be overrated,” Myers reminds you that you’re not alone and that it’s okay to laugh.
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Release dateOct 1, 2013
ISBN9781476712765
It's Probably Nothing...*: *Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Implants
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Micki Myers

Micki Myers is an artist and writer living in Pittsburgh, where she teaches English and raises her children. She writes the food blog Yuckylicious, is a regular contributor to the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and her first book, Trigger Finger, won the Pearl Poetry Prize.

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    I never thought a memoir about a cancer patient could possibly be funny, but Micki Myers proved me wrong. Her honest, down-to-earth, politically incorrect attitude toward her situation tells the world she isn’t going down without a fight. This is a good read about a hard subject. Cancer patients and those who love them will appreciate this book.

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It's Probably Nothing...* - Micki Myers

Contents

Epigraph

Oh Fuck! I Have Cancer!

Stage I

Dream a Little Dream of Me

No Way! Way.

Don’t Waffle About: Get a Mammogram!

It’s Probably Nothing . . .

A Living Wage

What to Expect When You’re Expecting to Hear You Have Cancer

Bedside Manners

Say Wha?

Mind Over Matter

You Want the Good News or the Bad News?

Tie a Pink Ribbon Around the Old Oak Tree

617delT Walks into a Bar

Stereotactic Core Biopsy Black and Blues

Muzak

Double Whammy

Agent Provocateur

Body Piercing

Sentinel Node Biopsy Lament

Sadenfreude

Freefalling

You Can Never Be Too Rich or Too Thin?

I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts

B31-3 Rosette Royal with a Little SR512 Fruit Punch

You Can’t Take It with You

Stage II

What a Racket

The Penny Drops

Penicillin

Pathological

Acronymious

On the Hospital Menu: Takeout

You Can’t Make a Silk Purse out of a Sow’s Ear

Wussy

Air Re-conditioning

It Costs a Lot of Money to Look This Cheap

Spit or Swallow?

Disabled Driver

Stage III

Biohazard

Wigging Out

That Old Red Devil Called Love

Seeing Red

Honeymoon

Short Back and Sides

Blessed Are the Children

Opportunity Knocks!

Escapism

Teaching on Percocets

Don’t Call Us—We’ll Call You!

Neupogen

THC, TLC, TCB

The Funnies

Sorry to Be So Blunt

20-Gauge

Day Spa

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow Haiku

Yew Tree, How Scary Thou Art

Tragicomic

Falsies

No Such Thing as a Free Lunch

Tangled Up in You

I’d Raise Eyebrows, If Anyone Had Them

Getting Lippy

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Make Mine a Double

Magic Swizzle

Mental Floss

Wastoid

Hospital-Grade Benadryl

Black Humor

Death and Taxol

Still Here

Stage IV

Recovery, à la Benjamin Button

Blondes Have More Touching Up to Do

(Fill in the Blank)

Fill ’Er Up

Pros and Cons

Real Fake Boobs

Rack

Go Figure

Reckless

Dolly Parton Poem

Cleavage

A Slight Chill

That’s Hysterical

Mixed Metaphor

TUBE (Totally Unnecessary Breast Exam)

Estrogen Elegy

Stuck Like Glue

Chica Chica Boom Chic

Victoria’s Secret

Pull Yourself Up by Your Brastraps

Punctuation

Beating Around the Bush

Killing Time

You Lose Some, You Win Some

The C-Word

Dream Lover

Coda

Acknowledgments

A Conversation with Micki Myers

About Micki Myers

For my dear Poppo, who wished a wish no parent should ever have come true, and Lucia, Javier, and Matthew, who are my whole world, with love.

Don’t worry—eighty percent of these biopsies come back negative.

—Nurse, day one

Oh Fuck! I Have Cancer!

There is no book in the library

titled Oh Fuck! I Have Cancer!

because if there was, I’d have

checked it out. Instead, there is

a wide selection of medical texts

and survivor accounts and memorials

and helpful hints featuring

older women who are active

in their church who have

lots of cats and husbands

who held them while they puked.

There is no book that will tell me

if silicone boobs wobble during sex

or if reconstructed nipples chafe.

In short, the really useful stuff.

Publishers offering HUGE advances,

library acquisitions officers, listen up:

a book titled Oh Fuck! I Have Cancer!

will be the first thing a newly diagnosed woman

will reach for every time, I don’t care

how many cats she has.

Seriously.

Call me.

Stage I

Dream a Little Dream of Me

for Tim

It begins with a dream.

You were holding your breast, he says,

and so I do

and there it is,

far to the right,

a lump the size of a small grape.

Or a large peanut. Or a cranberry.

Or a cherry pit, or a bean.

Despite all the food analogies,

I’ve suddenly lost my appetite.

No Way! Way.

You only find out afterwards

that by the time you can feel

the lump yourself, it’s already

been there for about ten years.

Don’t Waffle About: Get a Mammogram!

Despite what everyone tells you,

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