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Allison’s Brochure

February 20, 2010

I’ll continue to type Allison’s messages but for now, Allison would like you to know that you can get a copy of it if you send a business-sized, self-addressed & stamped envelope to her husband (who Allison is speaking to and through):

D. Bishop

6700 NE 88th St.

Bondurant, IA 50035

Make sure your envelope is 1) business size, 2) addressed to your self or anyone you want Allison’s brochure sent to, 3) stamped with the proper postage. Both the envelope to Dan and the envelope inside (just spellin’ it out) I’d also include a little note to Dan, were I you. Something like: Hi Dan! God – you’re hot! Do you have a brother? Why do you live in Iowa? Go GOPHERS!

I most certainly hope that when I’m dead and gone (not for a long while) I’ll be as loud as Allison seems to be. And I also want to use Dan as my voice, because I would like to sound like a middle-aged man who resides in Iowa but talks like he lives in Texas. Seriously! Dan! You don’t live that far south from me, why the drawl? Love ya!

So now I’m not really worried about dying because I have an after-death goal. Haunt Dan and tell him stuff and make him do my dirty work.

As you can see, I’m feeling a bit more emotionally stable today. Or goofier. Maybe not so much “stable”. I have no idea why yesterday was rough. It is what it is. I just hope that the people who love me will continue to love me even if I’ve ruffled their feathers during my time of feeling sorry for myself.

So yesterday afternoon I got a call from my mom’s next door neighbor, Terry. I used to babysit for Terry and her husband, Tom, back when I was in high school. Terry was diagnosed with breast cancer about the same time my friend, Buzz, was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had a lumpectomy and chemo and radiation. And then she was fine. But then Terry got diagnosed with breast cancer, again, a few weeks before I did.

I’m so glad she called. I didn’t know that she’d gone to the same oncology office that I had. But she didn’t think it was a dump. Apparently it’s just me. And my tendency for the dramatic.

Terry had a bilateral mastectomy this time and doesn’t think she’ll have to have chemo. She doesn’t meet with the oncologist for a bit because she opted for reconstructive surgery, which postpones further treatments because reconstruction and a mastectomy take a lot longer to heal than just my little mastectomy. Which had a lot to do with why I didn’t opt for reconstruction. I am a baby, as we are all learning, and just wanted to feel better as soon as I could.

Another difference between Terry’s cancer fun and mine is that I got home baked apple pie from Geneva. Geneva is the mom of my childhood friend, Janet Behind Me. Janet lived behind me when we were kids. For some reason, whenever I called their house, I’d say “It’s Kathy behind you.” Apparently I figured Janet had all sorts of Kathys calling her house and I didn’t want to leave any room for confusion.

Janet’s mom still lives behind my mom and Terry lives right next to my mom. Terry and Geneva still talk but Geneva didn’t think Terry deserved pie.

I win in this round of My Cancer Gets More Pie Than Your Cancer!


Breast Cancer IS a competitive sport. It is a full-contact mother-trucking competitive sport.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. February 20, 2010 11:43 am

    I totally understand where you are coming from when people are trying to say that they understand. I am sure that everyone means well, but in the end, what they say can leave you feeling a deep impact of nothingness.
    Last March I was told that my right kidney had a mass and they were 99 percent sure that it was cancer. I was so scared and that fear never left and to make matters worse it was 6 months before I could get in to see the kidney specialist. I bounced back and forth from I am going to fight, to feeling that by having to wait so long to see a dr. that if I did have cancer it was going to be too late to do anything about it.
    No one understood my fear and when friends and family said things like, Think Positive, don’t think about it, thinking about it only scares you more. I just wish that I could have had someone, anyone to just let me talk it out without saying something stupid like, If it isn’t cancer then you worried for nothing. I think that hurt most of all because I was worried, I was scared, and I felt alone.
    Thankfully it wasn’t cancer, and I did not have to hear the words you heard, but I am so glad that you have the support that you need and I will never try to say the words I understand what your going thru, because I don’t.
    No matter how many friends or family has cancer, no one goes thru just what you are going thru. It may be similar, but your cancer is what you own and have to go thru and understand to the best of your ability.
    Thankfully you have a great support system and lots of love surrounding you at this time.

  2. lap permalink
    February 20, 2010 1:22 pm

    I want your book to be named “My Cancer Gets More Pie Than Your Cancer!”

    Your entry yesterday with the dream, and the Allison and the melting, all that made me cry at work and then I couldn’t tell anyone why because I shouldn’t have been reading your blog at work, duh. But inspiration like that is worth it.


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