Jaws, The Mouth Edition
It has been a rough week. Mike and I got in a car accident shortly after I got back from Philadelphia. We were in a turning lane at a dead stop and the car came out of the parking lot barreling at us turning left and expecting to meet the 40 MPH traffic. The sun was setting and apparently he just somehow did not see the car at all. They hit Mike’s side of the car. We were both wearing our seat belts, but I was shook up and my...
Living with Mets, Conference Style
I must be slightly crazy, but I still packed my bags to head to Philadelphia. Chemo Friday, flying the Thursday after. Not that that sounds like much on top of camping, but with camping Mike did most of the work and my chemo side effects really start to kick in late Sunday and are at their finest the Monday and Tuesday after my infusion. Mondays I typically stay home and head in to the office on Tuesday. Tuesday I was sick. The chemo...
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...
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...
Stomp Out Breast Cancer – Live from Stage IV
Monday, March 2, Beth Fairchild asked metastatic breast cancer patients (particularly us young ones) to speak up, SHOUT OUT, get on social media and let everyone know we are here. Help us Stomp Out Breast Cancer. The hashtags for the effort are: #bckills #metsmonday #dontignorestageiv #30percent #metavivor #metathriver I was a tad bit surprised when I found out how few knew about metastatic breast cancer when I was diagnosed. People...