Welp, The Results Are In...

                        In my last post I wrote how  my latest mammogram came back abnormal.

There it was, on my online medical record "My Chart"; in all caps...

                                           ABNORMAL

Rude! 

It yanked me right back to when I found out I had cancer the first time. This time (just like last time) I went for another mammo and sonogram. I decided that I could have one good cry and then I would stop and worry only when there was something to worry about. We had planned a small family dinner to celebrate both my Daughter and her Hubby's birthdays, and I chose to tell both my Son and Daughter the day before my appointment. I didn't want to ruin our family time but more importantly I didn't want my kids to worry all week long when there might not be anything to worry about. This time they were adults and not small children. I could have told them, but they've been through so much in the past when it came to my health and my mama's heart just couldn't do it.

All week long the thought flashed through my head.

Could this be really happening again?

I thought of last time and me begging God to give me 5 more years with my kids. HE Gave me so much more.

I got to go camping and hiking and swimming and do everyday boring things with my family!

We celebrated graduations and sweet sixteens and weddings

We found a church that we loved

and my faith deepened

This time, this scare reminded me of all that fear and worry. It also reminded and pushed me to  finally live MY life! These past four years while my mom has lived with us I have given up so much and I have put my life into a boxed labeled 

                                     "Maybe Later"

I won't do that anymore. After my sonogram the doctor walked in, took another look as the tech highlighted and gave it another round with the transducer (wand) so that the doctor could see more and be sure.

                          He then. said....It's a cyst. No cancer. Come back in 6 months so we can monitor it and see if anything changes.

I was so happy! and I couldn't wait to tell my husband who was waiting in the main waiting room. I was so anxious to tell him the news that I walked right past the changing room and went out there with my exam robe on!   

I couldn't care less! I didn't want him worrying (not one second) more than he had to.....but thank God I was wearing pants! no need to scare and blind people with my pale skinny legs.

Oh and about that box marked "Maybe Later" .... its now marked... 

                                                      

                                         "Today" 

Goals and dreams might have to be adapted and changed a bit, but they will not be put on the shelf with a tag marked "would of, could of, should of" 

Have a great week! Blessings Joanne

                            

                                    

 Here we go again?

             Last week I went in for my yearly mammogram. I was a bit over due, theres one thing about being a caregiver that I found is very common... 

                                            We're last in everything

                                                Our stuff gets pushed back

                                                      interrupted

                                                            postponed,

                                                                 and cancelled more times than I care to admit.

Doctor appointments get made only after all the other appointments that we make for our loved ones.

So there I was in the waiting area, (in my cotton robe/gown) with a few other women.  Usually I manage to make polite small talk with the women there, but that day I was quiet. The lady across from me was angry and complaining to a nurse about an appointment error and the other lady was busy on her phone. My name was called and I walked with the very polite pleasant tech into the small mammo room. As usual she confirmed my name and birthdate and also confirmed their record of my cancer history. In 2008 I was diagnosed with breast cancer and had a mastectomy of one breast. (You can read about that experience at the top of home page of this blog).  The polite tech pushed and positioned my breast and the machine squeezed and squeezed until I wanted to curse out loud. She took some pics and then wanted to take an extra.

Then she asked me a question that she had asked me before. The repeated question didn't bother me but it was her tone. It was different after than it was before the mammo. I pushed the tone aside and out of my mind as I listened to her tell me that if things were found normal... they wouldn't call. 

A few days later...

                                                               They called. 

The sweet cheerful voice told me that they wanted me to come back for another mammo and sonogram. they needed a closer, better look.

                                         Just like all those years ago. 

When I got off the phone I started to cry. All those fears came rushing back. All those memories that had dulled a bit were now crystal clear. 

                        the tests, the biopsy, the surgery and the uncertainty of my very life

all those years ago when they asked me to come back for more testing I wasn't scared. I didn't know what I was going to hear at the end of that appointment...

                                      "You need a biopsy" and then the doctor walked out.

It was only my second mamo ever, and they were telling me there was something wrong.

So here I am after my 18th+  mammo hearing "you need further testing" and I know that statistically its likely nothing to worry about...but this ain't my first rodeo. Statistics were not on my side when they saw something on that mammo pic back in 2008.

Are the numbers going to be on my side this time?

On friday I will know when I go back for more tests. This time my husband will go with me. Even though he won't tell me, I know he's worried. He just retired, we are planning so much and we have waited so long. Taking care of my mom has taking it toll, but we still planned and looked forward to this time.  

Friday they'll tell me

Friday I'll know

God knows already, and He also knows that I have asked Him to carry this worry. 

and now you know too...well not all of it. Not until Friday.

So please Friday, be kind to me...in Jesus' name I pray.

                   

UGH!

 

                         

                       Its been one of those days. Lately I have had to dig deep to find joy. I feel looking back it was so easy to find it then and now I spend my days in constant nostalgia wondering where I may find it that day. 

              I kind of gave up today. I kind of gave up looking and welcomed the dull ache of disappointment, regret and yes....a bit of anger at myself.

                        

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        My husband was supposed to retire next year. I was counting the months, weeks, days and I'm sure when it got closer I would count the hours.

It doesn't look like it may happen.

When we first got married we dreamt of owning a little cabin where we would go on the weekends and enjoy nature starting in the spring and not stop until the first frost. We'd retire there and maybe even build more on the land to accommodate our grown kids.

                     

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Every time we would go camping at our favorite camp grounds (where every large boulder must have our children's foot prints on them) We'd admire all the people with rv's big and small and cabins nearby. Around the campfire we would dream out loud of "someday".

            Our little dream of a cabin on a 5 acres or more of land became a dream of buying a small used RV and in it we would budget-travel all around the country with an extended stay in Florida where our kids and our future grandkids would meet and spend beautiful vacations.

Financially, it doesn't seem like it will happen. With the added responsibility of being the only ones caring for my elderly mom...an RV (even a tiny used one) and travel doesn't seem attainable. Time is ticking and revving by faster than I have ever felt it, and with the realization that there is more of my life behind me than ahead a slight panic rises up and tells me that these dreams that were so attainable, probable and sure....are just a misty wish that gets fainter by the day.

 Tomorrow I will feel better with this new revelation; we are healthy for most part and looking forward to our daughter's wedding, our son is doing extremely well in college, and we are thankful for those blessings. But a pebble in your shoe is a pebble in your shoe...I cant help my feelings; I can't ignore them. I am tired and the monotony of caregiver life (no matter how loving and sweet it can be is still paired now with the knowledge that things will stay the same. Dreams will perhaps have to change.  Today I feel like hiding, hanging a sign that says

 "Out until I say I'm back so don't bother me", pulling the covers over my head, and sleeping until this feeling is gone.

It's Been So Long

 

                 It's been so long, and so much has happened.

This year we said goodbye to my sweet Mother-in-law and that was and is still really tough. I have gone quiet. I don't like to show how truley sad I am because it seems so selfish. She was almost 95 sang hymns all day and loved life. I have no doubt that she is in heaven singing in that heavenly choir and surrounded by all her family that she missed dearly here on earth.

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In the last two years i have seen dear friends lose their beautiful son, and I have seen my own brother almost lose his son as well, my nephew is making a slow recovery.

In our own family there has been life saving surgeries and my own husband has had to face the reality of his battle against heart disease. He had a stent placed earlier this year.

A family friend faced death as he was misdiagnosed and was walking around like a ticking time bomb for a month. It was by the grace of God that he listened to a friend's advice to went back to the hospital.

Two friends and myself became caregivers to our elderly parents.

this new season of life is tough.

But there have been good things happen as well.

my daughter got engaged to an a young man who i feel is her soulmate and she is his.

they bought a house and are fixing it up.

I went wedding dress shopping...just her and I and both cried when she found the one.

life is weird now, its tougher than I ever thought it could be, but there in the mist of struggle is a sweet spot. Sometimes if I blink; I might miss it,  but its there. 

There and waiting to be noticed

Today is the Day

 

     Today is the day. Today we find out if my mother’s cancer has spread or not. If it has not then she will be able to take a chemo pill to help stop the cancer from coming back. If there is cancer …the doctor feels that she cannot tolerate treatment. He said “She is so frail that she’d end up in the hospital if she is put on treatment” . I find that statement odd. So the alternative is let her die?

When my mother was resistant to going ahead with earlier medical intervention, a friend told me…”maybe she just wants to die”. That was not the case. She was scared….And in denial. She wants to live the amount that God wants her to live, not the amount that cancer chooses. Her life is worth saving. Even if she is 87. 

I am scared.

She has been through so much.

And now this.

I don’t want her to be in pain till her last breath.

Cancer is evil

It is not God given

It's a thief

It's a destroyer

It's a heart wrenching bastard and I hate him.

I HATE HIM

So today I’ll walk into that Oncology appt with my mom. I promised her that I will be with her every step of the way….every step.

Good news or bad…Mom, I’ll be right beside you…the same way you have always been there for me.