You better get that song stuck in your head. Because it’s happening. It IS the final countdown. I have FIVE radiation sessions left. As I type, I’m listening to the famed song by the hair band Europe. Why not? How am I feeling? The skin that is within the radiation field is pink and itchy. I tire out easily. But, really, I feel alive. So … Continue reading it’s the final countdown!
It’s been a little quieter on the blog. I’ve been jumping back into being me as much as possible. That means loving people, cooking, tackling a project here and there and…finally doing my radiation simulation (it was delayed) AND doing a little physical therapy. Physical therapy has proven to be a little more challenging because of the emotional aspect. It’s a trigger for me. I … Continue reading advocate yo-self
I got what I wanted for Christmas: a hairline. It was very light, but I was happy to have it. It started growing in white for the first eighth of an inch or so. I like to say it’s ombréd. It’s more like a silverback gorilla though. Today, I went to the kids’ school and read to Phoebe’s class. She’s been begging me to come … Continue reading heavy petting
As some of you might know, my parents have been missionaries in Romania for the last five years. They launched from the suburbs of St. Louis after my sisters and I had all flown the nest. They planned to “retire” in Romania. (Read: work serve until they die). And then, six and half months ago I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. My parents were already … Continue reading meet the parents
Hey dear ones, I had a great surgery. I kinda thought that having this surgery would make me super sad and ashamed of my body. I’m quite surprised that I don’t feel that way at all. And stop thinking this is the Percocet speaking. I’ve been off that stuff for days. It could be shock speaking. I’ll give you that. But, the morning of my … Continue reading it’s about dang time
I’m a week out from surgery aaaaand… 1. I’m more concerned with my to-do list than the surgery itself. After surgery, I’ll be pretty unable to do anything much for a few weeks and Christmas will be two and a half weeks away. Soooo yeah. 2. I still don’t have hair. I have the slightest peach fuzz on the top of my head. I’m hoping … Continue reading a week away
Halfway through the 8 weeks of hell (the last stretch of chemo), I was pretty discouraged. While everyone was cheering, “You’re already halfway there!”, I was despairing that I was not done. And then what was the next stop in life? Surgery. Stupid surgery. My tendency to escape was in full effect as I looked for flights online. Much to my delight, flights to Nipples, … Continue reading something to look forward to
Today, I joined Brent for a work lunch to celebrate his 10 years at Wells Fargo. I decided to wear a wig. For the first time. Thanks to my dear college friend, Priscilla, who passed along her super cute wig to me. I hate that cancer happened to either of us, but it has been so special to have her understand me so uniquely. (By … Continue reading wiggin out
Hi. It’s me. I’ve started seven separate posts since my last one. I’m determined to get something out today. It’s so hard to write anything when I would really like to tell you everything. I’ve never been a writer, so this is particularly hard for me. I started to crawl out of the chemo hole a few days ago. This is what you need to know, … Continue reading backblogged
So this past Saturday (aka Sadderday), I wasn’t feeling so great. The most concerning symptom was chest pains. I would feel them especially when I changed position (ie standing to sitting or reverse). I hadn’t been very active for days, because chemo. The pain was intense and had a pulsing sensation. Brent encouraged me to contact the on-call doc. Of course, she recommended me to … Continue reading i am the less than 1%
because lemons happened 