Setting In
Last night, after having a great conversation with my oldest son (who I have the highest hopes for), I closed the door to my room. I was alone. And it hit me. I have cancer.
I wonder if maybe you people figured out the weight of this before I did.
It’s not all fun and games, that’s what I figured out last night.
But I’ve got my team lined up and ready to go.
Talked to one of my college friends who is a nurse at the hospital where I’ll be having my surgery. She’ll make sure the nurses are fired up for my support.
I talked to my niece today who is a nurse who has the time and the want to come to the hospital and have them show her how to take care of bandage changing. She’ll come and help me at home with that, even though she lives on the other side of the Twin Cities and is about to have a new baby for me to squosh.
Fighting the Stupid Cancer doesn’t scare me as much as recovering from the bilateral mastectomy. My friends know that I don’t go through surgery recovery very well. In fact, I make Norma Desmond look like an amateur in the drama department.
Lord have mercy on my husband’s soul. That “for worse” part is going to reach an all-time worse.
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Collectible Sue #2 (Sue H/E) you are offically my Stitsch & Bitsch for Kitsch Girl. I looked at the knitted hat patterns and I kept being drawn toward the slouch ones, like this one. But you find one that gives you less trouble. Know this, though, if it comes out off-kilter, I will love it more. p.s. Sue? Go get your boobs mammogramed!
Akk? Pinot Noir & Pinot Grigio go with everything. You are my official Wine Girl.
Buzz, Mr. Buzz is officially assigned the Love Me Like a 5th Grader role. Tell him I expect cute little valentines for Valentine’s Day.
CiNDy has decided that she’s my Cake Eater Girl. But I don’t understand how CiNDy’s eating cake is going to make me feel any better. It’s not like she said she’d be my Cake Sharing Girl! I think CiNDy’s using my cancer for an excuse to eat cake. Which explains why she’s been my friend for over 30 years. I’d use her struggles for cake, too.
Time to rest. More assignments coming!
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No sugar during chemo! Cancer loves sugar.
OMG, don’t say that! What about the stress caused by withdrawal from sugary delights? Cancer loves stress, too!
I’m being flip. Sort of. Not really. You know. I’ve heard and agree with the cancer-loves-sugar fact too, but on the other hand refuse to be “afraid of food,” which is the state many of us have come to. I know I have; every time I get sick, I blame it on my imperfect diet, the non-organic food I’ve eaten, etc. That can’t be the healthiest way to handle one’s nutrition, either. Nope. Moderation in all things, for me.
You are on our hearts and minds (and in our prayers). Thanks for taking the time to write your thoughts/feelings down. I am also glad that you are taking some time to rest, too (and enjoy pie and shopping at Target).
Let me know when I can bring Mr. Frame Shop over.
I hear you on the recovery thing. Tell the anathesia (yes I know it’s spelt wrong) guys that you get car sick and demand every bit of anti nausea drugs they can give you. Means you don’t have the hang over from that as well as the icky someone cut me into bits feeling to deal with! Hang in there, you are going to be amazing! I’d offer to box up some sunshine and send it to you but someone has nicked off with it! Hugs Bels
Kathy- I hijacked you into my church’s prayers this morning. You would like the minister. She said that we are God’s “earthen vessels,” which, she continued, means we are all “cracked pots”! And, you know, she’s right…in more ways than one! We’ll all be your “glue” while you heal, as you have been the glue for others. Thinking of you. -Mary
I have learned how to cross my toes Kathy – so I am crossing fingers, toes, and eyes that your recovery is going to okay.
Hang in there. Your team is ready!
However you handle this is okay. There are no rules. Do whatever you feel the need to do, and don’t worry about how it will affect others. This is about YOU.
Hang in there! I realize that’s not my official assignment (yet) but I thought I’d say it anyway.
Wine Girl! Sweet! When you actually get to the point of being able to indulge again, I’m bringing over a bottle from the cellar that could probably be used to pay off your medical bills. And we’re going to drink and wear feather boas and eat creme brulee and laugh our asses off. Then you’ll be boob-less And ass-less! I gotta remember to bring my camera.
HUGS!