Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving

Okay, I haven't been posting well at all lately. I have a dirty little secret...I'm a deer hunter. I'm at deer camp at the moment, and I'm the assistant chef and head bottle washer for the crew, so I stay pretty busy. I just wanted to wish all a Happy Thanksgiving and hope you all have lots to be thankful for. I sure do.

Private to Shelly: I heard you yell "Run! Bambi, Run!" all the way here. Man, you're loud...Love ya!

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Pensive

I'm up again and can't sleep. For those familiar with the Harry Potter series, a pensive is a tool used to place and examine thoughts...kind of like this blog for me.

Another woman on my on-line support group's cancer has come back and spread to her liver, and possibly her brain and bones. It is weird, because she's been worried about a headache for a month and her doctor wasn't concerned. I'm not sure how, but she ended up in the hospital and the liver mets (metastatic disease spread) was found. I know this sounds weird, but in a way I'm lucky. I will always be closely monitored and when the cancer does come back, I will always know quickly.

At the moment, my life is back to a kind of "normal." To me it means my life does not rotate around treatments and surgery. I do have one small surgery left to build a nipple. I know it sounds weird, but the mirror in my bathroom is HUGE and it is impossible to miss when I get out of the shower. I was hoping my new foob would be more natural (rounded) looking, but it is kind of lopsided. A big part of that is from how I sleep on my side leaning to the front. My weight pushes the implant to the center. I just want to look more normal. I'm hopefully going to be in this body for a while, and while I know it is just temporary in the whole scheme of things, I just have the need to feel as normal as possible. After the built nipple heals, the color will be tattooed in to look like the other.

So what happens now in my treatment? I go to treatment every three weeks for Herceptin, and will until it stops working. I also still take a hormonal drug called Aromasin that blocks any remaining estrogen in my system. Both drugs help to starve the cancer out of my body. One of the sad facts about cancer is that it is a master at mutation. Just like the "super-bug" staph infection, cancer eventually finds a way to beat the treatments. Like I said, I will be monitored closely with blood tests to check for tumor markers and PET scans every three months. I believe all the way down to my heart that my oncologist is ready and willing to fight as hard as I am to beat this cancer, and hopefully there will be a true cure for all cancer soon.

Well, I guess I got rid of what was on my mind, so maybe I can finally get back to sleep. These night sweats are killing me.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Thoughts while I can't sleep.

Lately I've been able to get away from dealing with MY cancer. It is bothering me more to see it everywhere else. This week alone, three people who I have come to care about had various surgeries dealing with breast cancer. I can't elaborate how much I hate this disease.

A couple of weeks ago a woman with young children who was a voice of calm when I was first diagnosed passed away. After she announced on the message board she was going into Hospice about a month ago, I swung between wanting to cure cancer myself (I wish I had that talent) to wanting to hide from the world of sickness. What bothers me the most is that I am surviving with no little children of my own while there are women with babies who are dying. I have no death wish at all, but it breaks my heart to hear of mothers dying.

Glenda is a co-worker who had a port installed yesterday and started her first chemotherapy today. She will also undergo radiation in her treatments. She will be a grandmother in February and is in her first year of teaching.

Ruth got her permanent implants today and has two beautiful children. She has a wonderfully quirky sense of humor and is almost as dorky as I am.

Jennifer is my "Stage IV" buddy. Getting the same scary as heck diagnosis is a hell of a reason to get to know somebody, but she is an inspiration to me. She is a tenacious fighter and a mother of two beautiful boys and has an awesome husband who would gladly go through all this treatment for her if it was possible. We've shared surgery tips along with treatment tips and the best oncologist in the USA.

When I walk in training every day, I walk for these women and all the women I know. I walk for my family members and strangers. I walk, and I walk. I can't do anything else, but I can spread awareness for early detection and help raise money for the scientists to find a cure.