Looking Back, Looking Forward

This past year has been a year of focusing on health.  First, my focus was on loosing weight and getting in shape, and then my focus became fighting breast cancer.  They were, and are, good focuses to have.  I've learned a lot about my body and I look and feel better than I have in a long time - and that's even while dealing with chemo.  Now, however, I need to add to my focus.  I'm still keeping my focus on my health, but it's time for more.

For so long I've let myself become almost stagnant.  I had this idea in my mind about how a good Christian wife should be - the idealized Proverbs 31 woman.  And while I strived to be what I thought that I was supposed to be, it never quite jived with my personality.  I'm not a Suzy Homemaker, making my own cleaners, being super frugal, having the chores done each day kind of a woman.  What I am is funky, and odd, and while I like my house clean, if you look closely, you just might find some dust bunnies.

As I've lost weight and had to buy new clothes, I've allowed my own style to shine through.  Gone are the long denim skirts that are the uniform of some Christians  or even the shapeless pants and big tops.  They've been replaced with skinny jeans and cool accessories.  I enjoy my wardrobe so much more now and have fun with putting it together.  And now it's time to bring that into other areas of my life.

This coming year I want to focus on creating.  Whether that is writing, or scrapbooking, or cooking or putting together an outfit, my focus for this year needs to be creating.  And if that means more dust bunnies, or doing a big clean one day a week instead of chores throughout the week, that's cool too.  I'm aching to do and create and live.  Hopefully it will be an adventure, hopefully it will be fun, and hopefully it is something that I can share with you.

Some Thoughts on Paris

When I decided to start blogging again it was to make it easier for me to keep people updated on my cancer journey.  Lately I have been thinking about trying to blog more regularly, though life seems to keep getting in the way.  I never in a million years thought that my first, non-cancer post would be in the wake of such a horrific tragedy.

I've thought a lot about what happened last night in Paris, early waking insomnia gives one plenty of time to think.  I can't even begin to fathom what the people in Paris, or those that have loved ones in Paris are going through.  I can't even begin to fathom what the families of those that were killed are going through - or the wounded and their families.  My heart breaks for them.  But it also breaks for those Muslims that just want to live their lives in peace.  My heart breaks for the refugees that are fleeing from ISIS, just to have them follow.

It saddens me, and angers me, to read people's comments blaming all Muslims for the terrorist attacks, to see people blaming the refugees for the attacks.  The terrorist attacks yesterday were horrible, but let us remember that how we react, will have consequences in the days, months and years to come.

 Let us remember that the best way to thwart evil in this world is to show people the love of Christ.

#prayforparis #jesuisparis

First Chemo

I had my first chemo on September 30th.  It was a very long day as the first time you get chemo they administer it very slowly.  We started at 9:30 (8:30 if you count my seeing the PA first) and we weren't done until around 3.  The facility is quite nice though.  The chairs recline and have both a heat and massage function.  Each little area also has it's on TV and they have heated blankets.

They started me off with two IV anti-nausea drugs, one that latest 3 days, one that lasted 5 days.  Next was IV steroids and then IV Benedryl.  I had also started taking a low dose steroid the day before, and also took it the day of and the day after.

The chemo made me tired, very cold, and very, very achy.  Most of the pain centered in my hips, and a week and a half later, steps still bug them a bit.  I didn't end up with too much nausea, and what little I had, my breakthrough pills took care of.  I did manage to work the next two days, though by Friday afternoon, I was wiped out and pretty much gave up thinking.

Unfortunately, I ended up with a colitis flare that weekend.  I'm not sure if it was something I ate, and I would have had the flare anyways, or if the chemo contributed to it in some way.  I have a feeling that the chemo made me more susceptible to something that I ate triggering a flare up.  I ended up on predisone this week to treat it (just took my last pill in fact), and I'm doing a better.  Unfortunately, it has left me really tired as I'm not sleeping through the night.

My next chemo is scheduled for October 21st.  It shouldn't take as long and I don't have to be there until noon.  We'll see how this one goes, and I'm praying to not have another flare up of the colitis with it.

The Beginning of a New Stage in Treatment

Let's see, it's been a couple of weeks since I posted an update as there really hasn't been much to post about.  On September 13th, Jim and I flew out to Phoenix for a much needed vacation.  It was planned about a year ago, but the timing couldn't have been more perfect.  We had a wonderful time.  It was nice and hot, we saw great scenery, had prickly pear ice cream, and just relaxed.  The best part was that there were no doctor appointments and we could almost forget about the cancer for the week.

Last week, I had my colonoscopy to make sure that the issues that I have been having with my colitis weren't anything major.  Thankfully they aren't and it is really seeming like the addition of a new med is helping.  I've only been on it since Saturday and I am seeing major improvement.  Most importantly, the searing pain that I've been in has lessened considerably.

So that brings us to today and the start of chemo.  I'm not feeling stressed about it per se, but my emotions are a bit off, if that makes any sense.  I have to be at the hospital at 8:30 for blood work and then I meet with the Physicians Assistant.  I'm a little concerned about meeting with her.  I've only dealt with PAs twice, and the first time was a really bad experience filled with some not quite accurate information, so I'm still a bit apprehensive about their abilities.  I guess, that just like there are doctors that aren't good, you'll have the same with PAs and I need to quit judging them all by the one.

After the two appointments (and they are scheduled back to back), I start my chemo.  It seems that they do the first chemo very slowly, so I will be there all day.  Thankfully Jim will be with me.  We'll also need to be kept separate from the rest of the patients.  For some reason, people think that bringing animals in to hospitals is a good thing.  Unfortunately, for someone that is majorly allergic to dogs, this can be very dangerous.  But, I'm beginning to think that people don't think logically anymore when it comes to animals.  Okay, rant over about that :)

So that's all that is going on.  I'll post about how chemo went in the next couple of days.  I'm a bit curious as to how my body will react.

Oh and for those of you following Bloom County, I am one of those neanderthals that put two spaces after a period when I type.

Appointments, Appointments, Appointments

Well, I finally have almost all of my pre-chemo appointments made, and one after chemo one as well.

On top of the cancer, I also deal with ulcerative colitis, and I've been having some issues lately with that, so a colonoscopy has been scheduled before my chemo.  If they need to do anything additional it will have to be coordinated for a time when my white blood cell counts are up.  Radiation Oncology will now happen after my first chemo, just by a day, but that's fine as any radiation would be after I'm done with chemo.  All that's left to do is schedule my echo and get blood drawn.  I also need to make an appointment for a wig.  We went last night, but I didn't like the place.  They didn't seem to listen to me, never asked my preference, and completely ignored Jim.

Chemo will start on September 30th.  The first treatment is 7 hours long.  We will need to have plenty of books to read :)

Plastic Surgery and Oncology

It's taken me a bit to write this post.  First, I just needed time to process both doctor appointments - it's one thing to have an idea of something happening - it's another to be told that it would happen.  And second, I needed to have time to sit and put this all into words.

Jim and I met with the plastic surgeon to discuss my options with regards to plastic surgery.  Basically, the two options that I was considering was something called a DIEP Flap surgery and reconstruction using implants.  The DIEP Flap surgery would have used fat from my abdomen, but, for a number of reasons, we decided that it wasn't the best option.  So at this point we're planning on a two stage reconstruction using implants.  I will have my mastectomy and then a tissue expander will be put in.  The way that it was described to me is that it's almost like a saline filled balloon and I'll go every one to two weeks to have more saline injected into it until it is the size that we want.  Then I will have a second surgery to have the permanent implant put in as well as surgery on the remaining breast so that they look the same.

It was a bit odd, I had a somewhat major meltdown after we left the surgeon's office.  I'm not quite sure why, but I was a wreck.  Yet another reason that I was glad that Jim went with me.

However, none of that will happen now until February. In meeting with the oncologist - who is great - it was decided that I needed to be treated for being HER2 positive.  The treatment is started along with a round of chemo.  I will go every three weeks, for 6 infusions, so about 18 weeks.  After that, I will continue going in every three weeks for a year for the HER2 drug.  It's an antibody, not a chemo drug, and it doesn't have the same side effects of chemo.

While I knew that it was a possibility, it did take some time to process, and an evening of, I guess you could call it, grieving.  We have a few things to get squared away first, like seeing my GI doc, before I start the chemo.  We're shooting for me starting the first of October.  While I'm thankful that I only have to do one round of chemo, it's still chemo, with all of the nastiness that comes with it.  And, that has me pretty freaked out.  I'm good most of the time, but if I let my brain dwell on it, I get freaked.

Today Jim and I serve in the cafe for our second service, so we went to church last night.  The final song that we did is called "Whom Shall I Fear (God of Angel Armies)."  Man, did the Lord really use that song to quiet my soul and fill me with peace - and courage.

Processing

We had the appointment with the plastic surgeon on Tuesday and the oncologist on Wednesday.  I'm still trying to process everything.  I'm also allowing myself to take my time and let the emotions run their course instead of trying to push them down.  Thankfully, I not only have a wonderful support system in Jim, my family and my friends, but I have a wonderful Lord who I can cry out to.  He has proven so faithful to give me the peace and the strength that I need through this, and I know that He will continue to do so.

So for today, I am resting in Him, crying out to Him, and bugging Jim at work as much as I need to.

I'll post an update on the treatment plan at a later date, when I'm more up to it.