Today was a great day. I go to the plastic surgeon and he takes my drainage tubes out!!! ....it didn't hurt just a little pinch. He tells me I can drive, good thing to 'cause I swear my hubby seeks out every pothole to hit:) and he said I could do light housework, so the 12 lbs of laundry that has piled up can be done and can lift nothing bigger than a phone book. Cool, I can manage that. The major thing was the ability to be able to take a shower! I have been taking tweety bird baths given by my hubby, and although a soapy loofah a hubby puts between your butt cheeks might sound tantalizing......you cannot substitute a good 'ole fashioned self- inflicted ass washing!! I was doing the happy dance all over that table, all the while trying to stay cool, didn't want to offend the doc and my mom with my funky underarms....My arm range is good and physical therapy won't be necessary either.....GOD is truly good.:)
My mom leaves Monday and my hubby is doing a temp job Monday so freedom is on the horizon:) But not for long...Kevin's sister is coming and I will be back on lockdown...:(
So I decided I am on a new journey....recovery, renewal and reclamation!
The recovery is still a process. The tubes are out but I still need to rest....I will have some oozing so I need to careful when doing that laundry....gotta get over my pet peeves....I still have pain and swelling, so rest is still necessary.
The renewal will start in a couple of weeks when my tissue expander's will begin the saline fill. It's gonna be like going to the gas tank once a week....
The reclamation will come after the second surgery and this is all behind me....
So I will continue my obedience and diligence toward this journey. Diligence to me is pressing toward the mark of looking at the finish line and seeing what the reward will be....in my case recovery, renewal and reclamation! I have several "mothers" helping me through this journey and Mama Sharon gave me Acts 27, specifically verse 27. For anybody going through it right now...and I know who you are 'cause ya call and tell me....HB, LB, QD, KS (don't wanna use real names, I'm not that crazy) for starters.....read this chapter.....The message is clear and simple: Perseverance and diligence will bring you through the storm.....that's how my life was SAVED....
Friday, March 27, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Suffering....
The past few days some people in my life have experienced suffering. One relative lost a child and a dear friend who is separating from her husband also lost her grandmother. It's the ebb and flow of life as I have said before. It's part of the circle of life that Mufasa and Simba sing about.....
In the same universe our friends Dena and Jason welcomed a beautiful baby girl . From what we were told it was a long hard labor but the suffering was temporary.
That's how I feel today. My suffering is temporary. The swelling and pain will not be forever and when I read 2 Corinthians 12:10 it made sense. Scripture not only explains suffering as something that is temporary but also teaches me how to respond to it. So why haven't I been listening? Hard-headed, still yearning for that control I suppose....No one can choose to avoid suffering for it is a part of life. I was told to read Job, for his examples of suffering are inspiring.
I'm going a little crazy being cooped up in the house....I'm past cabin fever...I feel like a caged animal. I did work yesterday though, yes....I said work....but hubby drove, carried my books and stayed till I was done. It took me longer to do my hair, makeup and get dressed than it did for me to teach!! Hahaha.....
I wore my fiber filled boobies for the first time outside of the house....they fit snugly into my camisole and a denim dress hid any spots of suspicion.........they were a bit intricate to maneuver, I didn't know which part was supposed to be the nipple so I winged it. I got the thumbs up from my 6 year old that they were on correctly, pointing in the right direction and looked "almost" real. She said they were softer than real ones and would work for now. If you want the truth ask someone under 8 or over 80 is my philosophy. My 6 yr old also told me to wear a sweater so that in case one fell out or got lopsided I could cover myself and run to the restroom....lucky for me no mishaps and if my students could tell, they didn't let on.......I will work on being comfortable with my confinement and confidence for I know it's SAVING MY LIFE.......
In the same universe our friends Dena and Jason welcomed a beautiful baby girl . From what we were told it was a long hard labor but the suffering was temporary.
That's how I feel today. My suffering is temporary. The swelling and pain will not be forever and when I read 2 Corinthians 12:10 it made sense. Scripture not only explains suffering as something that is temporary but also teaches me how to respond to it. So why haven't I been listening? Hard-headed, still yearning for that control I suppose....No one can choose to avoid suffering for it is a part of life. I was told to read Job, for his examples of suffering are inspiring.
I'm going a little crazy being cooped up in the house....I'm past cabin fever...I feel like a caged animal. I did work yesterday though, yes....I said work....but hubby drove, carried my books and stayed till I was done. It took me longer to do my hair, makeup and get dressed than it did for me to teach!! Hahaha.....
I wore my fiber filled boobies for the first time outside of the house....they fit snugly into my camisole and a denim dress hid any spots of suspicion.........they were a bit intricate to maneuver, I didn't know which part was supposed to be the nipple so I winged it. I got the thumbs up from my 6 year old that they were on correctly, pointing in the right direction and looked "almost" real. She said they were softer than real ones and would work for now. If you want the truth ask someone under 8 or over 80 is my philosophy. My 6 yr old also told me to wear a sweater so that in case one fell out or got lopsided I could cover myself and run to the restroom....lucky for me no mishaps and if my students could tell, they didn't let on.......I will work on being comfortable with my confinement and confidence for I know it's SAVING MY LIFE.......
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Rest...
is a powerful tool. The past few days of complete rest has allowed me to reflect, sleep, watch mindless TV and even do some reading. I have talked about being still and must take my own advice. The path to victory is not always an easy road to travel. It takes discipline and self-control. I seem to have these elements in other areas of my life, like school for instance. With only a couple of weeks left in my course I have a 98%. Now that's perseverance!! hahaha....or I'm crazy....none-the-less rest has allowed me to focus on more important things than the laundry. Speaking of which....the upkeep of my house has been pretty good. Even when I have been unhappy about something out of place my mom and Kev just tell me to shut up and sit down....very humbling to say the least....because I never shut up and all I can do is sit down....
My breast surgeon called yesterday and gave me an early Christmas present. He said that all of the diseased tissue was taken, blood work looked excellent and lymph nodes were clear. I feel like had I not caught this when I did my results would be very different. EARLY DETECTION SAVES LIVES!!!
My weird dreams are back, probably because I have been taking the meds properly and consistently. Up until last night I was naked in all of my dreams....one where I was at the circus in the ring of fire...just naked and giggling....I looked like a damn fool. Last night I was back at the circus but had all my clothes on. Kevin said I was giggling in my sleep....probably because I was happy to stop exposing myself....
The many acts of kindness extended to my family has been overwhelming....my friend Jan not only sent me some goodies, like a Coach scarf, but the kids and Kevin as well. Efrem for sending a package, Paige for foot and hand massages....Pearl cursing me out for not taking better care of myself(she only cusses at people she loves)....Jimmy for sending the most delicious gourmet cookies my palate has ever experienced and Margaret for taking my son to choir. There are many others but the point about kindness directs me to Colossians 3:12, Matthew 7:12 and 19:19. Scripture tells us to be kind to others but the actual acts of kindness remind me that people are pure, sincere and truly want to help. When I am faced with negativity from nosy, trifling, inconsequential people, I am doubly reminded that the people that I have allowed in my life are not like that and I am grateful. Kindness is a strength within the kingdom of GOD that allows us to do for others and by following Jesus' footsteps we can continue to love others. I cannot wait until I can be of service once again to others, showing my kindness and....SAVING ANOTHER LIFE.....
My breast surgeon called yesterday and gave me an early Christmas present. He said that all of the diseased tissue was taken, blood work looked excellent and lymph nodes were clear. I feel like had I not caught this when I did my results would be very different. EARLY DETECTION SAVES LIVES!!!
My weird dreams are back, probably because I have been taking the meds properly and consistently. Up until last night I was naked in all of my dreams....one where I was at the circus in the ring of fire...just naked and giggling....I looked like a damn fool. Last night I was back at the circus but had all my clothes on. Kevin said I was giggling in my sleep....probably because I was happy to stop exposing myself....
The many acts of kindness extended to my family has been overwhelming....my friend Jan not only sent me some goodies, like a Coach scarf, but the kids and Kevin as well. Efrem for sending a package, Paige for foot and hand massages....Pearl cursing me out for not taking better care of myself(she only cusses at people she loves)....Jimmy for sending the most delicious gourmet cookies my palate has ever experienced and Margaret for taking my son to choir. There are many others but the point about kindness directs me to Colossians 3:12, Matthew 7:12 and 19:19. Scripture tells us to be kind to others but the actual acts of kindness remind me that people are pure, sincere and truly want to help. When I am faced with negativity from nosy, trifling, inconsequential people, I am doubly reminded that the people that I have allowed in my life are not like that and I am grateful. Kindness is a strength within the kingdom of GOD that allows us to do for others and by following Jesus' footsteps we can continue to love others. I cannot wait until I can be of service once again to others, showing my kindness and....SAVING ANOTHER LIFE.....
Sunday, March 22, 2009
I've had a.....
setback. Life has many curve balls, some you see some coming, you don't. Last night I was taken to the emergency room for breathing difficulty and cramps. Bottom line is this. I need to slow down. I need to take the pain meds, eat what I am told and shut up. The most difficult part for me is shutting up:)
The past few days I have not taken many pain meds, trying to work through it and what has happened is, my body is chasing the pain. I have not been drinking enough water and have had way too much company. I love people coming to see me, but I should have gone to sleep and let them watch me. Instead I did not take my meds and and was a part of the action. So my body said, okay chick I have something for you....boom can't breathe....can't focus....so now I am obedient. Obedient to my mom, husband, children and the Holy Spirit who are telling my body to rest....so from this day forward I am taking a more active role in SAVING MY LIFE......
The past few days I have not taken many pain meds, trying to work through it and what has happened is, my body is chasing the pain. I have not been drinking enough water and have had way too much company. I love people coming to see me, but I should have gone to sleep and let them watch me. Instead I did not take my meds and and was a part of the action. So my body said, okay chick I have something for you....boom can't breathe....can't focus....so now I am obedient. Obedient to my mom, husband, children and the Holy Spirit who are telling my body to rest....so from this day forward I am taking a more active role in SAVING MY LIFE......
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Triumph.....
Wow, anesthesia is a b***h....hahaha....I am upright but not uptight so I thought I would write a little today. I have so much to tell. Tuesday is partly a blur but here it goes....
I got to the hospital promptly at 7:33 and was taken to the registration desk. The older gentleman that signed me in wasn't rude but he wasn't particularly inviting either. Very business like, no side conversation, just a question here and sign there....okay I can deal with that. He told me my outrageous copay and did not offer a payment arrangement. So, with a steady hand and straight face I wrote a check.....they should be calling any day now....*wink**wink*.......I called my friends Elisa and Dena and then called by the same nurse I had for my lumpectomy....deja vous huh....to a room where my breast surgeon would inject radiation to guide him to any lymph nodes near one of the sites in question. She and I talked about her trip to Maui, her dad's passion for hangliding and my disregard for stupid people. My doc injected me and off I went to wait with the other 12 or so women waiting for surgery. Some were alone, others were with spouses and some with friends or other family members. I felt special, I had my husband AND mom with me. My kids were with Auntie Lynnie (AKA, my sorority sister) at the science museum. They wanted to be there when I woke up, didn't want to go to school and I wasn't going to make them.
So then nurse Carla (I asked her if I could use her name) comes in....she's the same nurse I had for my lumpectomy and I'm like....is this the twilight zone? Anyway, she takes vitals, asks questions...blah, blah blah and offers me a Valium cocktail....I took it faster than a cat could lick his butt and then went to sleep. When I awoke, it was noon.....WHAT??? I thought I was going into surgery @ 11:30??? Then it made sense, the Valium was to shut me up so I would not go off about the delay....it's a racket I tell ya.....so promptly @ 12:30 a short man walks in and I immediately recognize him as my anesthesiologist....you guessed it....same one from last time....I apologized for not paying him the 56 bucks I owe him and Carla said....just wait till ya get this bill:) I kissed my mom and hubby and off I went.....
I woke around 4 something to see my kids, mom, hubby and Auntie Lynnie in my room. My throat was sore and I could not focus....my stomach was okay but my legs were itchy.........as far as I could tell I didn't pee or poop on myself and I was wrapped tighter than King Tut...but I was ALIVE!!!!
I was given hugs and kisses, there were flowers and cards, and I was ALIVE!!! My kids only stayed for a little while the 2 youngest ones had a hard time seeing mommy on an IV and in bed. They were comforted by grandma and Lynne when they got home and took their butts to school the next day:)
My hubby stayed with me. He was tired, relieved and hungry. That did not stop him from taking me to the bathroom, cleaning me up, and walking with me at 12:30 at night. He fluffed my pillows, made me sip broth and let me in on a secret...he hates the word doo doo. I guess that's 2 words.....
I spoke with his sisters and mother early the next morning and thanked them....for they had a hand in raising such an amazing individual. Some men would have bailed back in October when we started this journey but not my Kevin....he is steadfast in his commitment to me and is a REAL man.....like us all, he doesn't always live his life in imitation of Christ, but he tries. He was confident that I would come through this surgery....just like a good athlete, you can predict the outcome before the game is over:) He has shown me that real love is when the chips are down and you are there picking them up is what matters.....we have become a stronger couple and family because of this. Now don't get it twisted, he will someday be annoying and worrisome but right now, I'm enjoying him as he is...
My plan and purpose has moved to triumph. As a believer I have an advantage in this game we call life. The current culture and community sometimes focuses on frivolous ideals and insignificant activities. Take for instance my kids school. The community is in turmoil, shambles if you will, but that's because some people have lost focus. Some people think they are in "charge"....hahahaha....I am living proof that GOD is ALWAYS in charge!!! They are fools if they think they can dismiss Scripture and the tradition of the church....any church....I'm tired and cramping now so I leave with this.....
2 Corinthians 2:14 tells us GOD leads us triumph....and this has SAVED MY LIFE.....
I got to the hospital promptly at 7:33 and was taken to the registration desk. The older gentleman that signed me in wasn't rude but he wasn't particularly inviting either. Very business like, no side conversation, just a question here and sign there....okay I can deal with that. He told me my outrageous copay and did not offer a payment arrangement. So, with a steady hand and straight face I wrote a check.....they should be calling any day now....*wink**wink*.......I called my friends Elisa and Dena and then called by the same nurse I had for my lumpectomy....deja vous huh....to a room where my breast surgeon would inject radiation to guide him to any lymph nodes near one of the sites in question. She and I talked about her trip to Maui, her dad's passion for hangliding and my disregard for stupid people. My doc injected me and off I went to wait with the other 12 or so women waiting for surgery. Some were alone, others were with spouses and some with friends or other family members. I felt special, I had my husband AND mom with me. My kids were with Auntie Lynnie (AKA, my sorority sister) at the science museum. They wanted to be there when I woke up, didn't want to go to school and I wasn't going to make them.
So then nurse Carla (I asked her if I could use her name) comes in....she's the same nurse I had for my lumpectomy and I'm like....is this the twilight zone? Anyway, she takes vitals, asks questions...blah, blah blah and offers me a Valium cocktail....I took it faster than a cat could lick his butt and then went to sleep. When I awoke, it was noon.....WHAT??? I thought I was going into surgery @ 11:30??? Then it made sense, the Valium was to shut me up so I would not go off about the delay....it's a racket I tell ya.....so promptly @ 12:30 a short man walks in and I immediately recognize him as my anesthesiologist....you guessed it....same one from last time....I apologized for not paying him the 56 bucks I owe him and Carla said....just wait till ya get this bill:) I kissed my mom and hubby and off I went.....
I woke around 4 something to see my kids, mom, hubby and Auntie Lynnie in my room. My throat was sore and I could not focus....my stomach was okay but my legs were itchy.........as far as I could tell I didn't pee or poop on myself and I was wrapped tighter than King Tut...but I was ALIVE!!!!
I was given hugs and kisses, there were flowers and cards, and I was ALIVE!!! My kids only stayed for a little while the 2 youngest ones had a hard time seeing mommy on an IV and in bed. They were comforted by grandma and Lynne when they got home and took their butts to school the next day:)
My hubby stayed with me. He was tired, relieved and hungry. That did not stop him from taking me to the bathroom, cleaning me up, and walking with me at 12:30 at night. He fluffed my pillows, made me sip broth and let me in on a secret...he hates the word doo doo. I guess that's 2 words.....
I spoke with his sisters and mother early the next morning and thanked them....for they had a hand in raising such an amazing individual. Some men would have bailed back in October when we started this journey but not my Kevin....he is steadfast in his commitment to me and is a REAL man.....like us all, he doesn't always live his life in imitation of Christ, but he tries. He was confident that I would come through this surgery....just like a good athlete, you can predict the outcome before the game is over:) He has shown me that real love is when the chips are down and you are there picking them up is what matters.....we have become a stronger couple and family because of this. Now don't get it twisted, he will someday be annoying and worrisome but right now, I'm enjoying him as he is...
My plan and purpose has moved to triumph. As a believer I have an advantage in this game we call life. The current culture and community sometimes focuses on frivolous ideals and insignificant activities. Take for instance my kids school. The community is in turmoil, shambles if you will, but that's because some people have lost focus. Some people think they are in "charge"....hahahaha....I am living proof that GOD is ALWAYS in charge!!! They are fools if they think they can dismiss Scripture and the tradition of the church....any church....I'm tired and cramping now so I leave with this.....
2 Corinthians 2:14 tells us GOD leads us triumph....and this has SAVED MY LIFE.....
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Strength....
We sometimes take this word for granted to mean we ourselves must have strength, but sometimes you have to lean on those closest to you. The last 2 days have been filled with laughter, good friends, good food and strong family bonds. My conversations have been insightful, funny, intense and down right knee slapping, crying, gut hurting hilarious.....everything from world politics to Disney characters:) We had a bye bye booby dinner last night where I was the guest of honor:) My peace is still in the eye of the hurricane.....
Right now, my strength is powered courageously by the gift of faith. In all of my prayers I use it as a tool to give glory to GOD....and so he knows I am listening:) We all have a plan and purpose and I truly believe after my surgery at 11:30 am Phoenix time and in recovery, my NEW plan and purpose will be revealed to me or will that be the morphine? I don't know why I just do.....or it could be the fried zucchini I ate last night...... faith also keeps the goal of salvation in focus for me....even with all of the worldly distractions, faith gives me confidence in things unseen and hope that my recovery will be limited.....I have too much hell and too many kids to raise!!
I have been trying to figure out (still) why me and why not me and why every woman and me.....but the reality is I am doing what I am supposed to be doing. I am where I am supposed to be. I heard Anita Baker sing a song or chorus line part...."Do what he sent you to do".....I have to get her new CD.....hhmmmm trip alone to Wally world sounds good today..... anywho.... yes....I am where I belong. I am supposed to be going through this in order to receive a blessing. Ya see, there hasn't been too many "shocking" things that have happened in my life. A few here and there but nothing like this....so I'm scared, anxious, still mad at cancer.....and will fight tooth and nail now to be instrumental in finding a cure.....but I am where I am to be and will do what he sent me to do.......I believe March 17th will be the day I receive a gift and in turn I need to find a way to give a gift....it won't be monetary ya know I'm broke....hahahaha....but that's what is on my heart right now.....
Does anyone know if my morphine drip will be green? Then I guess I will pee green too huh?....hahahaha....I crack me up, just a little Irish humor......My mom will be here tomorrow, she will need just as much morphine as I will....having a child in pain is no fun. My baby girl had a tummy ache last night probably from all of the pizza, soda and whatever else she ate while we weren't looking and it broke my heart....I can only imagine what my mom is feeling....maybe she will tell me and then I will share it.....
Well, I will be offline for a while, I have to save my Internet strength to do schoolwork, but I will have someone give you all an update....call me if you have the number....if I don't answer ~ don't take it personal....)
I will be writing a new chapter in my book of life....living my own story....not daring to imitate someone else's.....using this experience as an impetus to create the life I want.....it will be faith filled, hope guided.....and all the while.....SAVING MY LIFE.....
Right now, my strength is powered courageously by the gift of faith. In all of my prayers I use it as a tool to give glory to GOD....and so he knows I am listening:) We all have a plan and purpose and I truly believe after my surgery at 11:30 am Phoenix time and in recovery, my NEW plan and purpose will be revealed to me or will that be the morphine? I don't know why I just do.....or it could be the fried zucchini I ate last night...... faith also keeps the goal of salvation in focus for me....even with all of the worldly distractions, faith gives me confidence in things unseen and hope that my recovery will be limited.....I have too much hell and too many kids to raise!!
I have been trying to figure out (still) why me and why not me and why every woman and me.....but the reality is I am doing what I am supposed to be doing. I am where I am supposed to be. I heard Anita Baker sing a song or chorus line part...."Do what he sent you to do".....I have to get her new CD.....hhmmmm trip alone to Wally world sounds good today..... anywho.... yes....I am where I belong. I am supposed to be going through this in order to receive a blessing. Ya see, there hasn't been too many "shocking" things that have happened in my life. A few here and there but nothing like this....so I'm scared, anxious, still mad at cancer.....and will fight tooth and nail now to be instrumental in finding a cure.....but I am where I am to be and will do what he sent me to do.......I believe March 17th will be the day I receive a gift and in turn I need to find a way to give a gift....it won't be monetary ya know I'm broke....hahahaha....but that's what is on my heart right now.....
Does anyone know if my morphine drip will be green? Then I guess I will pee green too huh?....hahahaha....I crack me up, just a little Irish humor......My mom will be here tomorrow, she will need just as much morphine as I will....having a child in pain is no fun. My baby girl had a tummy ache last night probably from all of the pizza, soda and whatever else she ate while we weren't looking and it broke my heart....I can only imagine what my mom is feeling....maybe she will tell me and then I will share it.....
Well, I will be offline for a while, I have to save my Internet strength to do schoolwork, but I will have someone give you all an update....call me if you have the number....if I don't answer ~ don't take it personal....)
I will be writing a new chapter in my book of life....living my own story....not daring to imitate someone else's.....using this experience as an impetus to create the life I want.....it will be faith filled, hope guided.....and all the while.....SAVING MY LIFE.....
Friday, March 13, 2009
Language....
My grandfather used to say....watch the toes you step on today, they may be connected to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow....I watch my words when talking to people and I always have a high expectation that people will do the same. Not so. I always try to tell people exactly what I want them to know because this cuts down on confusion....its just the way I was bred I guess. I saw my oldest son do an amazing job at a reading in church today and a woman who shall remain nameless to protect the village of idiots she emerged from asked me "why are you choosing this?, why not try and save your breasts?" I wanted to say...."oh hell I don't know, just felt like getting my tities cut off on St. Patty's Day".....dumb ass.....wth?? My friends Diane and Kelly who both went through this told me this would happen. I vividly remember Kelly saying in Starbucks....people will say dumb things because they don't know what to say....well I am asking all of those people.....shut the hell up. Do not take for granted that everyone will know how incredibly stupid you are and treat you like the idiot you deserve to be treated like. It's best for all concerned if you just say nothing.
So I simply replied, "my children are my greatest love not my boobs." I then gave her the blog address and wished her and her family well. I hope she reads this....and shuts the hell up.
Okay, I talked to my doctor cousin's husband who is also a doctor which makes him my doctor cousin husband cousin-in-law...hahaha.... and he has read all of my pathology reports and recommendations. He has done several rounds of oncology training and I just wanted a second pair of eyes on my paperwork. He stated that my cell type if left untreated would have manifested into an aggressive type of cancer which is surely fatal. This confirmed my gut decision that I was doing the right thing and ready to move forward....what disturbed me was that my doctor did not use the same language. My hubby stated that he used similar language but I needed to hear the words "if left untreated" and "aggressive." There again the words and language we choose will have an effect on the people receiving the message. I put a call into him and was ready to cuss him out but by the time he called back I wasn't mad anymore so I just said never mind....
I cannot stress the importance of early detection. Get your check ups, make sure if you are not feeling well you need to go see a doctor and don't let up until that little voice in your head says your o.k. Now this is not to be confused with the other little voices....hahahaha....
My friend Annitra is doing a 5K run for cancer research this weekend in Wilmington, NC in honor of me:) I miss her terribly and her husband will return from Iraq this month after a 1 year tour and she still found time to think about me.....just like my friend Dena making my youngest son her special blueberry bread simply because he asked or my friends taking me to lunch today to make me laugh, or my Soror Lynne coming to help out next week and of course my mom coming for however long I need her, or Kevin's sister coming for a week to also help out, or the many mom's praying for me and ....just thinking about me is overwhelming and I will stop here to simply say, thank you for being a part of my life and SAVING MY LIFE....
So I simply replied, "my children are my greatest love not my boobs." I then gave her the blog address and wished her and her family well. I hope she reads this....and shuts the hell up.
Okay, I talked to my doctor cousin's husband who is also a doctor which makes him my doctor cousin husband cousin-in-law...hahaha.... and he has read all of my pathology reports and recommendations. He has done several rounds of oncology training and I just wanted a second pair of eyes on my paperwork. He stated that my cell type if left untreated would have manifested into an aggressive type of cancer which is surely fatal. This confirmed my gut decision that I was doing the right thing and ready to move forward....what disturbed me was that my doctor did not use the same language. My hubby stated that he used similar language but I needed to hear the words "if left untreated" and "aggressive." There again the words and language we choose will have an effect on the people receiving the message. I put a call into him and was ready to cuss him out but by the time he called back I wasn't mad anymore so I just said never mind....
I cannot stress the importance of early detection. Get your check ups, make sure if you are not feeling well you need to go see a doctor and don't let up until that little voice in your head says your o.k. Now this is not to be confused with the other little voices....hahahaha....
My friend Annitra is doing a 5K run for cancer research this weekend in Wilmington, NC in honor of me:) I miss her terribly and her husband will return from Iraq this month after a 1 year tour and she still found time to think about me.....just like my friend Dena making my youngest son her special blueberry bread simply because he asked or my friends taking me to lunch today to make me laugh, or my Soror Lynne coming to help out next week and of course my mom coming for however long I need her, or Kevin's sister coming for a week to also help out, or the many mom's praying for me and ....just thinking about me is overwhelming and I will stop here to simply say, thank you for being a part of my life and SAVING MY LIFE....
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