March 3, 2009
I have gotten my epo shot and I’m flying like a kite, did all the bills, paid all the help and even delved into the taxes, if you can believe. But it was not long before the bad news came our way at 10 am.
My mother in law has passed away in her sleep. Turning our world upside down. I have no time to focus on me there are people to call, arrangements to be made.
But I still ponder how I am going to get through this, death is a little to close to home when you have white blood cell counts that make an aids patient look healthy. At first I say, I can not take the risk, and then I compromise be saying that I will not be in the receiving line for condolences. I will also wear black gloves to stop any kind of contact.
Do you think I should get a doctors note forbiding me to go to the funeral?
January 29, 2009
I have been blogging offline for two days, because I landed in the hospital unexpectantly. The reason is called
Neuropathy. I got a numb bottom right lip that grows per day to the size of a softball deep into my gums and the next
day the processes starts all over again. After a battery of scans and lung x-rays, I have baffled the doctors. No water
on the brain, no hot spots on the lungs. No Tia, or mini strokes. While they were scratching their heads, I was being
confined in prisoner like fashion. Don’t walk around un attended, and going outside for fresh air was unheard of.
I blew a gasket, and began my highly tuned negotiating skills to get myself back home in my own bed. This was not
a psych ward, and could not be kept against my will? right?
The Plan is to set up new radiation spots to help relive the pain, Neck, Ribs and a sundry of other small places on the hip. Otherwise I will live a life of pain killers and pray God understands that I suffer as Jesus did on the cross. I am not being over dramatic, I have a high tolerance for pain. But even I can not bear day and night excruciating stabbing pain. So the plan is to give me morphine pills and happy pills to change the disposition of the pain killers that give you an I “don’t care” in the world feeling.
Dexamethason better know to the Dutch as Laugh pills. Happy pills and Oxynorm 20mg every night, here I come.
January 21, 2009
I truly never wanted a single tattoo, but I am littered with them all over my chest. My friend calls me the Picasso breast. I don’t try to cover them up or get them removes I am not so superficial. But recently I have been approached from the make up person from the organization look good feel better who suggested I get my eyebrows permanently tatooed. I have heard of I liner ( images of Tammy Fay sit scare me).
But after I realized how often I re apply my eyebrow pencil, it might be cheaper in the long run. Not to mention the times I forget to apply and go out in public getting very unusual looks. “There is something missing, but I can’t put my finger on it” expressions that get shot back at me. These moments past and I am just curious if other have been approached or even thought about eyebrows tattooing.
January 18, 2009
Before Cancer I was raving maniac. I had a job as Marketing Project Manager for an Internet firm that was attached to a big telecom.( name left out on purpose). I had signed contracts for over 2 million and had just as big a budget.
I trimmed down my life after my first fight with cancer, I changed country, married the most caring man in the world, and became a College Professor, gladly giving back my business knowledge on newly stamped college students. This life change I thought would save me from cancer ever coming back, but unfortunately for me that was not the case.
I was over my 5 year goal and I rethought my ideas of having children before it was too late. As I was happily content on the thought of having a baby girl. But at 5 months pregnant, massive migranes started to occur. All the baby books agreed there is a 10 % chance of migranes in your 5th month.
No turning back now, bed rest was the advise, but after a month other oddities were cropping up. My brain could not command my head to lift off the pillow. Sharp pains when I would reach out to shake some ones hand. Bullet like slow mo pain would start in my eye and escape out of my ear/ back of the neck especially if I put my elbows on the table. With further investigation, my cancer was back. With my sweet unborn child still in my body, I recieved 3 light doses of chemotherapy 5FU and radiation , the Doc calling it a little Hiroshima.
The good news is that I have the most active healthy 3 year old you would ever want to meet. And she is one of the reasons I am still alive, because she exists. Along with a kind and understanding husband by my side, we battle life long chemotherapy and terminal cancer together. I needed more and I began to blog after having a year of chemotherapy with a milestone of over 100 chemotherapies while I was blogging, I searched for bloggers who has similar tag lines as mine and eventually formed a bond via motherswithcancer group that saves me daily from going crazy.