The Angry Mango @AngryMangoTalk

The three of us hung out by the outdoor fireplace at my building to catch up. There were some moments of silence and a little awkwardness, which could be entirely because we’re three introverts... #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/hulk-smash/

“September” by Earth, Wind and Fire. Are you kidding me, so many memories of dancing in clubs to this song. Oh wait, I’m supposed to lie still. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/no-one-puts-an…

After beating the nausea, fatigue, constipation, lack of appetite…I thought I was in the clear. But I’ve learned that chemo is basically an Advent Calendar of Side Effects: each day is something different. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/the-advent-cal…

Fortysomething me on the other hand, just wanted to wear comfortable pants and keep my hair out of my food while eating long pasta. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/lets-get-this-…

I cannot bare to think of what I ate during my chemo infusion (shrimp, tofu, green beans). Salmon, another one of my longtime crushes, makes me want to move to South Dakota. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/crave-this-not…

What surprised me though was the taste of water. I suddenly couldn’t stand drinking it. Plain h-two-oh. The stuff I was drinking just yesterday, just fine. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/im-a-hobbit-no…

Two months ago I was the gal who got queasy at the thought of needles and blood draws and now I’m supposed to stab myself with a needle? For 7 days straight? #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/gettin-stabby-…

I was told I would get used to it eventually, and that the port would actually be my new best friend. So since this port will be with me for the journey ahead, I've decided to name her Shari. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/meet-shari-my-…

Stephanie the Sonographer called me back. You know how a lot of queer women play softball? But not all softball players are queer? That's Stephanie the Sonographer. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/one-big-heart-…

Let me just explain how young Erin the chemo nurse looked. She looked like my friends’ daughters I see on Facebook who are entering their senior year in high school. She looked like the Gen Z teenagers dancing on TikTok. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/two-oncologist…

Sometimes life feels very mundane and full of little tasks. And then life feels monumental…because cancer. It’s a strange cocktail. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/tossed-salad-a…

“I promise if you ever ask for help and it is not something I can do, I will pass on that request and be open to when there is something I can do.” #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/friends-in-hig…

"Everything else looked normal and nothing that suggested cancer. You can start chemothrapy next week." #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/cannibal-baby-…

The last scan was the contrast scan and I could feel the Super Soldier Serum flow into my arm and it felt cool…and strange. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/mris-the-matin…

I was dancing a happy dance all morning at the good news because in this new reality any good news is worth dancing! #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/mychart-notifi…

He had me lay down on the platform, pillow beneath my head, and put a cushion under my knees and an arm rest on each side. Then he covered me in a blanket. I was snug as a bug and surprisingly comfortable! #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/do-you-like-ch…

When we approached the front desk, the receptionist wasn’t sure which one of was the patient, which I found amusing. I guess we’re both women and Asian, so they couldn’t narrow it down based on gender and my Asian last name. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/swiping-right-…

I honestly think durian frightens me more than chemo, but I wanted her to have a treat she loves. I did start to question my life choices however, when we sat and waited in the cafe and all I could smell was durian. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/front-loading-…

Dad was napping in his recliner in the family room. He had grown some salt-and-pepper stubble since I saw him last. It was a week since he was discharged from the hospital. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/figgy-plum-pud…

I don’t feel strong lately. People tell me I am. They tell me I got this. But when I open my mouth to talk to a doctor, or a scheduler, or anyone related to my care…I hear myself and my voice is tiny. #angrymango #breastcancer theangrymango.com/movin-on-up/