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Monthly Archives: February 2013
Good & and Bad
Good: My site has had over. 5,009 views in 22 days !
Bad news: called about wigs and real hair ones START at. $800
Who knew I’d have to take out a loan to get cancer! Seems a bit unfair to me!
What a jip.
Someone please transport me back 4 months ago when this didn’t exist and John and I were trying to find ways to pay down credit cards in 2013.
WAY to RUIN everything stupid breast cancer!
Time for Tea… sorry TT
Just an Update:
Well, part of me wants to go off on some long sad rant about how cancer affects all aspects in life…kids, husbands, burdens, money… etc. but I shall save that for another day.
Tonight we shall talk about my TT or so I have called it. ( be aware all my church going, christians and so on for what I’m about to say;) Torpedo tit, or I will call for short TT is sort of what I call one of my breasts:) With almost 5,000 people reading my blog in 22 days, I feel sort of bad for even bringing it up:) But, I said I’d keep it real…so on with TT! I had a double mastectomy. One side is what they call simple, just looks kind of mushy skin and a scar. Thank goodness there was no cancer in that breast!
My other breast was a modified radical mastectomy and that means they don’t give a rats ass what they need to do to get the cancer out.
Sure, they do their best, but the priority is your life…not your vanity. So, that breast looks a bit wonky and mine comes out to a small point. So I started calling it my TT ( no worries I’ll stop using the real word) It may seem totally nuts, but even with my breasts being gone my TT bugs me the most. I can’t wear bras because I have no ta ta’s…but then I can’t wear a t-shirt or jersey material because it pokes out.
Anyhow, today my armpit where the 15 lymph nodes were taken was really hurting swelling. Just to be safe I called my favorite nurse Kristen (yo yo shout out to Kristen;) to see if this was normal. She had me come in at 1:30
and someone would look at if. There were mainly 3 things it could be. Swelling.Fluid. or Fat. She asked if I wanted it drained to see if that would relieve some pressure…so I opted to. I did grow up with a dad that gambled and played the horses, so I asked for my odds upfront and it seemed like a good bet. So, I did it…and well my old broke down pony ran dead last. No real fluid came out.
So now we are left with two options. It’s mainly just swelling… or fat. Clearly it has to be swelling 😉 I did get good news that after my chemo I could get the “fat… scratch that, swelling removed and my TT fixed in outpatient surgery that Insurance would cover.That made me feel better. But, mostly hoodies and sweatshirts etc. till it can be fixed. Wow is my insurance company probably pissed at me this year so far:) lol So,I was sent home on my merry way.
Because my appt. was a bit out of the blue I had to drop Sophie off at Johns office for an hour or so. Didn’t want to scar her for life at my procedure. We saw Johns dad in the hallway and Sophie looked a bit like she wasn’t feeling good… that was until the words “gift shop” were said! She perked right up and headed that way. She picked out a Dr’s uniform and from now on I take all my medical advice from Dr. Sophie 🙂 Anyhow enough about my TT and so on, night world:)
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It will wait…
It is 12:40 and I so want to blog about all the things racing through my head… but that will take forever;)
After I take Sophie tomorrow …. I
will chat. 🙂 xoxo
Kaylee turns 10
Today my oldest turned 10 years old! I almost cannot believe it. Where in the world did a decade go? Today was definetly different. She tried waking me up at 7am wondering where her gifts were and I was too sore to even move. I had a heating pad on my breasts, and an ice pack on my armpit.
This whole weekend I wanted to devote to her and I feel as a mother I let her down. She went to her grandparents, had a fun sleepover, stayed up, ate junk food…and I really had nothing to do with any of it. I realize how lucky I am to have a wonderful family to fill
in for me while I’m on the Injured Reserved List…but as a mother…at the core of being a mom…I felt like crap.
This is my baby, and it’s my job to do it all.
At the end of the night I told her I Ioved her dearly and I hoped next birthday I could make it up to her. She agreed.
Cancer Gala
Yesterday was the Cancer Gala
and boy was I tired today. We had a good time and got out of the house without the kids for a bit, so that’s always a good thing 🙂 It’s hard to explain, but even though I realize all 500 people there didn’t know I had breast cancer ….in my mind I thought they did.
Like maybe there was some big red target on my back…or shall I say “rack” 🙂 lol . Without my hair I definetly felt like a different person. Considering the event, it wasn’t really a bad thing just something I noticed.
Here are a few fun photos 🙂
My favorite Uncle Mark
I just got an amazing phone call. For those who don’t know my family, Mark is my uncle. My moms brother, that I mainly reference as “Marky.” He is everything to me. He is the sweetest, kindest, most gentle creature on this Earth I believe.
Growing up I knew Mark was a bit different. I wasn’t sure why, but I knew he was.
See, he has Down Syndrome. He lived at home with his parents his whole life. When his dad died, that made him the man of the house! A role that fit him well. The problem started when my grandma (his mother) started to get sick. His mother was everything to him, and when she got sick…he sort of got sick too. And in my heart I believe the day she died, a large part of Marky died too.
Recently his brother died too, and I believe he has lost all faith in humanity as well. Why is it the people we love, die and leave us alone? Recently he found out I had cancer, and I know he is scared. In his heart he believes I will leave him too.
My aunt Cindy called earlier and let him talk to me and I know it made him feel better. I try to send letters, and packages , and we visit as much as we can…but it’s not easy when he is in Ohio. He visited last summer, and most he does. I load the kids, and my mom
in the car and drive the 6+ hours to Ohio to see him and bring him back to Missouri. I spend every waking minute spending as much time as possible with him. I want him to know i love him and will do anything for him.
I know he is scared. But, I’m not going anywhere. i can’t wait for him to visit and see that I’m okay this summer:)
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