What a Beautiful Weekend
For those worried about my last post, I promise, I am doing better. The sunshine certainly helps! So does my husband, family, friends and fellow cancer fighting ninjas. Saturday was so amazingly lovely. Mike was putting in every effort to cheer me up, knowing that we really don’t know what is going to happen until Monday. My temperature was normal throughout the day. The highest it reached was 99.1, which I can’t...
I am Not a Survivor
My Komen Race for the Cure t-shirt came in the mail today. I pulled it out and looked at it and sat down and cried. It says “Survivor” on it. I don’t feel like a survivor. Talk to me in a year or two, maybe I will feel like I survived, right now I am just fighting to make it through each day. At least they made the shirt cute, I am not a huge fan of pink, and I will be wearing my team shirt (I work in marketing, come...
Breast News I Have Had All Week
I had my two week post operative “Surgery Surprise” visit with the plastic surgeon today. I honestly tried to have very little expectations about the visit as I just haven’t a clue on how to gauge the progress since the surgery, nor have I ventured to guess after so many ups and downs since my bilateral mastectomy. Mike even came with me to my appointment today due to my last appointment developing into an unexpected...
Telling the Red Devil Goodbye
My little brother Dereck was my chemo buddy volunteer this week. I wanted to get something to eat before I started chemo, so we went and got sandwiches and salad at a cute little cafe downtown that Dereck recommended. I had a delicious cheesy melty panini of happiness and a green salad. With full tummies we headed up to the Huntsman Cancer Institute for my appointments. We were a little early, but they went ahead and brought me back...
I Get The Jitters
The days before my next chemo treatment are well defined by my having the jitters. I know what is going to happen, Friday is the same type of chemo I got the last three times. It doesn’t really matter though because I still get nervous. The night before my first chemo I cried for an hour (maybe more, good thing I don’t wear a watch), I was scared to death. Mike had to talk me down back to as normal as I could get. Who...