As I arrived to the hospital Friday for my herceptin infusion I saw my favorite doctor/surgeon - doctor Exume! He did a double take, stopped and walked toward me with the warmest smile on his face. My interaction with him is always so positive. When I walked away I could only smile and feel happy.
Monday I am scheduled for a radiation simulation. This is where they will mark the areas they will radiate beginning in August. Last Monday I had an echocardiogram for the purposes of the clinical study. And Thursday I went in for my post op appt. My stitches were supposed to be removed, but the incisions are still oozing a little so I'll see the plastic surgeon sometime this week.
The last few days I have felt myself on the verge of tears for no particular reason. I'll be watching one of the kids playing and my mind will begin to wander to dark places, reminding me how blessed I have been to not only receive such great care by my medical team, but to have had cancer that did not spread to my lymph nodes and other organs and that there is medicine to target the specific cancer; blessed to be healthy and continue to live a relatively normal life with these precious children I was chosen to be the mother of, and wife to a wonderful man who chose to spend his life with me.
I don't take each day for granted. As much as technology drives me bonkers because it has a tendency to take away personal contact (hearing your voice on the line, receiving a letter in the mail that you took time to hand write, the ability to memorize a phone number or birth date or address), I've decided that instead of thinking of you (whoever you may be) and telling myself to remember or adding a task to my to do list, I will stop and send a message just to tell you I'm thinking of you, and ask how you're doing.
During these past several months it has meant so much each time someone sent a message reminding me they are thinking of me or praying for me and the family. We are all full of good intentions, and this time has reminded me that my own good intentions aren't enough, action speaks volumes and action is required. You may get a note in the mail, a text, an email, maybe even a phone call. I am thankful for each of you, for my continued health, for modern medicine. Thankful for my children's health and my husband's health and love and support. I look forward to many more years of thankfulness, and sharing them with you.
Happy Sunday friends and family!
Monday I am scheduled for a radiation simulation. This is where they will mark the areas they will radiate beginning in August. Last Monday I had an echocardiogram for the purposes of the clinical study. And Thursday I went in for my post op appt. My stitches were supposed to be removed, but the incisions are still oozing a little so I'll see the plastic surgeon sometime this week.
The last few days I have felt myself on the verge of tears for no particular reason. I'll be watching one of the kids playing and my mind will begin to wander to dark places, reminding me how blessed I have been to not only receive such great care by my medical team, but to have had cancer that did not spread to my lymph nodes and other organs and that there is medicine to target the specific cancer; blessed to be healthy and continue to live a relatively normal life with these precious children I was chosen to be the mother of, and wife to a wonderful man who chose to spend his life with me.
I don't take each day for granted. As much as technology drives me bonkers because it has a tendency to take away personal contact (hearing your voice on the line, receiving a letter in the mail that you took time to hand write, the ability to memorize a phone number or birth date or address), I've decided that instead of thinking of you (whoever you may be) and telling myself to remember or adding a task to my to do list, I will stop and send a message just to tell you I'm thinking of you, and ask how you're doing.
During these past several months it has meant so much each time someone sent a message reminding me they are thinking of me or praying for me and the family. We are all full of good intentions, and this time has reminded me that my own good intentions aren't enough, action speaks volumes and action is required. You may get a note in the mail, a text, an email, maybe even a phone call. I am thankful for each of you, for my continued health, for modern medicine. Thankful for my children's health and my husband's health and love and support. I look forward to many more years of thankfulness, and sharing them with you.
Happy Sunday friends and family!