Whack a Mole
I couldn’t sleep Wednesday night. I think my brain was trying to process the change in my health this week. The amazingly awesome change. After you prepare yourself for the worst, amazing news takes process time. A glimmer of hope was able to peek into the dark room this week. I had not let myself really conceive of anything beyond the words “stable” or a little bit of shrinkage. Tumors completely obliterated was not...
If Perjeta Were a Person I Would Hug It
It has been a couple of weeks of my pain level creeping up. I have actually overall been feeling great. Energy improving, weight gain, but my pain in my spine and side has just been making me crazy. I kept reading about people taking about pain getting worse when their cancer cells were dying and was sort of grasping onto this concept quietly while I pondered what to do about this escalating situation. Apparently when bones stitch...
Honored to be Honorary
I have been a nervous nellie since the adorable Shara Park visited our humble black, white and green home (I joke about that because of my initial discussion about my decor preferences when I blogged about naming the RV Fifi) and interviewed Mike and I for a news segment about me and the exciting responsibility Susan G. Komen Utah bestowed upon me as the 2015 Honorary Race Chair. We chatted for an hour, so you never quite know what...
Mo Butta, Jewels and Tea
When you are taking care of your health, maybe “butter” shouldn’t be on your list of life things, but hey, it is my list and I like butter. Everything in moderation (including moderation). I came across a question posed to people with stage IV breast cancer in a forum – what did you want to accomplish before… well.. you know… and I got to thinking. I had started a bucket list when I was early stage,...
Accessing a PowerPort for the First Time
Today was hyper Mandi. I think steroids contribute to hyper Mandi status. I caught myself yammering at work to one of my teams yesterday and realized I was on a pre-chemo-steroid energy binge. I will take energy. It is lovely after last week being an exhausted ball of worn out. I was apparently “adorable” as noted by the pharmacist telling someone on the breast cancer team that saw me on the elevator. I was rocking my...