tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34937704356902433112024-03-06T12:00:43.568-08:00Pink Is My New Favorite ColorI survived metastatic Breast Cancer. I was diagnosed February 6, 2012. Stage 4 and not knowing what could be done. From that day forward, my world became pink. And although pink is a color I liked, it suddenly became my new favorite color. Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-32898034552142238202018-08-12T19:50:00.001-07:002018-08-12T20:59:49.853-07:00Next steps.....So, I'm done. 6 rounds finished. 6 rounds of hard drugs that left me nauseous, fatigued, weak and bald! However, this doesn't mean it is over. Cancer isn't cut and dry and if you have never had it or been close to someone going through treatment you may not know the complex nature of treatment. First, everyone's treatment plan is different. From the start, my treatment plan has been much different than others' treatment. There are so many factors to consider; progression, stage, where it is located, history, etc. I happen to have a history. This alone makes my plan different than others. So, with that said, "What is next?"<br />
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I have finished my 6 rounds of TCHP- Taxotere, Carboplatin, Herceptin, and Purjeta. This was my plan for these 6 rounds. However, in three weeks I go right back to just getting my Herceptin. My drive to OHSU every three weeks continues. There is a tradition in many treatment centers that a patient rings a bell when they are finished with their chemo. I have never got to ring a bell. In fact, the part of OHSU I go to doesn't have a bell. Because, unfortunately many of us there will be visiting for a LONG time. So, I go back to my original treatment plan for my 1st cancer, my metastatic breast cancer that is estrogen positive. But believe me, I welcome that treatment over the full TCHP. Herceptin alone comes with many fewer side effects. </div>
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Surgery + Radiation- On August 23rd I meet with my surgical oncologist and radiation oncologist to decide which surgery we will be doing. I have many ask me if I will have a full mastectomy this time. Realistically, probably not. "Why not?" Well, when deciding my treatment, my doctors still go back to my original diagnosis from 2012- Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer. When you are metastatic, cancer cells have already spread into my whole body. They have left the initial site. Surgery may not get rid of the initial cancer cells that I still have. There is still the chance that cancer can come back anywhere. This is when they tell me that a mastectomy is not technically "medically necessary." Peace of mind for me, definitely! But not a mark of survival rate. So, realistically, I will have whatever is left of the current lump removed (Lumpectomy) and then radiation at the site. Again, I will know more on August 23rd. In the mean time, life goes on.</div>
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Life does go on. I have written about this before. You find a new normal; a tired, exhausting normal. Unfortunately, the normal this summer hasn't been all fun. Sick every three weeks with a few good days in between treatment. Those days of which I have taken full advantage of....A trip to NYC with my husband and a trip to the San Juan Islands with family. Ally did driver's ed. Evan has had soccer. Justin and Nick have gone to work and I have tried to relax on the good days. Here's to next summer being more of summer!</div>
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School starts in just a few weeks. So, now that my last treatment is done, that is where I begin to focus. I am actually a bit excited. It is always nice to get back on a schedule. I am excited to meet my new class and have fun teaching little minds. That is my happy...along with family and friends of course. </div>
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That's all for now. I just wanted to give you an update. Thank you everyone for your continued support, meals, prayers and everything else! It means the world to me!<br />
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Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-64792266776285544112018-06-11T13:46:00.001-07:002018-06-11T13:49:01.400-07:00Strong?Cancer is often a disease that lasts a long time. Unfortunately, this is my reality. When I think back on this, I can't believe it has been over six years since my first diagnosis. I have learned to live with cancer and all that it entails. It has become a part of my every day life. I am a cancer patient. But I like to think that cancer doesn't have me. Yes it has driven my schedule as of late. And that is the odd part. Every plan my family makes needs to be scheduled around treatment days and the following sick days. Even when I finish these rounds of the "hard" chemo, I will still go back to my regular meds, my infusion of Herceptin,every three weeks. IT will still be driving my schedule.<br />
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So, how is this treatment?? Treatment so far is going as expected, so I am told. I have had 3/6 rounds. I am half way through. I receive Taxotere, carboplatin, herceptin, perjeta and a steroid dexamethosone. All these meds come with some pretty fun side effects...NOT! Treatment day I feel ok- tired but still normal. Day 2- headache, but can still function. I do come home with an on body injector of Neulasta, a med to help boost my blood cell count (it works!) I take it off 27 hrs after they put it on and meds are done. Day 3- feeling worse vomiting, etc. I will skip details. .Day 4-7- just feel bleh, bleh, bleh. I never knew true fatigue and nausea until now. It is a lot like morning sickness, but worse. Some days it is hard to function at all. I just want to crawl in my bed and sleep. And I have. And I have cried and asked why??? Also, my hands and lips are a bit numb on days 3-7 and one med makes me a bit dizzy. I can't taste food; my tastebuds are like when you burn your tongue on a hot latte! I have lost my hair and wear my wig out and about. But again, I live with it and know this too shall pass. And, it does! A week after I am beginning to feel normal again and can function. It is so weird how the body works. I have been able to go back to work after a week and function pretty normally, except for the fatigue that comes in the evening. No doubt because I work with 6 and 7 year olds all day. (They are busy!) But I love what I do and know that I need them as much as they need me. I do wear my wig to work. I am not ready for them to see me without hair.<br />
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People say to me"You are so strong.", "I admire your strength." etc. I have a hard time looking at it like this. I have difficulty thinking that I am stronger than someone else. Strong just is. I do what I have to do. Is there any other choice? I also refuse to give up. Don't get me wrong, the idea does cross my mind. Through this treatment I have had my moments where I feel like I just can't do it. I have cried. I have not wanted to get out of bed. But I do. I guess that is strength. But I am also willing to show my fear.<br />
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So, what is strong? I lost my aunt to leukemia yesterday. She was STRONG! She was a strong woman all her life. She was a true matriarch of her family. I was lucky enough to have her live behind me. She was like another mom to me. Losing her has brought on many emotions. It is hard to be going through this and have someone else lose their battle; especially someone you love so much. I know she was strong. She persevered through it all. I went and visited her last week. She wasn't ready to give in. She was still strong; bantering with us, putting my Uncle Jerry in his place when he said something silly to the dr. I am lucky to have been surrounded by many strong women. It is from them I draw my strength I guess.<br />
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My son had a classmate lose him mom just weeks ago to breast cancer. She was 42. I wish I had answers to why this happens. This mom was STRONG too! But it does make you think, why am I more worthy of life? There is no reason. I still like to believe it is what it is. And I know that I have a support system that is so great that nothing will stop me.<br />
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So I am I strong?? Yes. I have strength. I gain this from family, friends, my entire support system and my faith. A favorite verse comes from Isaiah 40:31 "But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will not be faint."<br />
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Thank you all for taking this journey with me and being my strength when I do feel weak. I love you all!<br />
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Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-41646147041187681002018-04-03T10:55:00.002-07:002018-04-03T10:55:29.334-07:00Living Life with CancerI stumbled upon my blog again because of a Facebook memory. It has been very cathartic re-reading my posts about my journey at the beginning. I am now six years in and I can say I forgot about many of those feelings. I guess it's a lot like child birth, we forget the pain, but remember the joy. And yes there has been joy.<br />
I started this blog 6 years ago to give me an avenue to vent....to share my story. I was good about sharing and then there became not us much to share.....until the last couple of weeks.<br />
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On March 19th I went in for my routine CT scan. No big deal. I have had many over the years. It has all become routine. Well, this one had different results. For the first time in almost 6 years, I did not get a positive result. I have a new 1.5 cm mass that had formed. Why? We don't know. There is so much you can speculate on. So many questions that can circle in my head. Should I have stopped the other medication? Is that why it is back? Should I have done this? That? Why didnt I do this??? Then you tell yourself to STOP! It is what it is. I can't go back and change anything. Everything that was done in my treatment was done because it was right for that moment.<br />
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Last week, I had a biopsy done and it was confirmed that it is the same cancer. Invasive ductal carcinoma. Further tests will be done to determine what other "markers" there are. It appears to be only growing in the breast. Near where the original mass was. That is all the CT scan showed. However, next week I will do the routine of 6 years ago....another PET scan to see if it us hiding in lymphnodes around my body. Possible MRI. More biopsies? But PET scan will really drive my treatment. I will meet with "my" cancer team next Thursday, April 12th to know which way we are going.<br />
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Through all of this I am "ok." I have nothing but hope that things will be ok. I have so much to fight for. My family! My kids! My job that I love! Life! How long that will the fight be? I don't know. I have been doing this for 6 years, what's a few more.<br />
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Isaiah 41:10 "<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: helvetica, arial; font-size: 16.9px;">So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."</span>Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-26949091546081545702014-04-09T10:55:00.000-07:002014-04-09T10:55:01.136-07:00Scanxiety..Scanxiety is just what it sounds like. That irrational fear a cancer patient or survivor has right before a scan. Will it be ok? What will it show? Did I take all my medication on time? What will I do if it is back? My last scan was clear. Completely clear. Yesterday I had another scan. It has been six months this time since the last. I have continued with my maintenance infusions every three weeks and I still take my daily meds. But...was it working? I have been extra stressed. "They" say you need to keep that in check too. <br />
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I have to say I was a tad bit nervous going in to yesterday's scans. All those irrational fears were there. I did go by myself. But don't feel bad. I have been going to this clinic for two years now. These nurses and MA's are like family. I don't really ever feel alone when I go by myself. It is an odd comforting feeling. And my nurses can calm my fears pretty well.<br />
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I checked in early. I have learned since the last scan that nurses in CT can't really access a port well, so I now go upstairs to hematology (my family) and have my usual nurses access it. It rarely even hurts much anymore. Just a pinch. I went back downstairs and drank my 32 oz concoction of Portland tap water and whatever else it is like a pro. After an hour of sitting in a waiting room and chatting with a nice old couple, it was my turn. Deep Breath....<br />
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As comfortable as OHSU is to me now, I still am human. I still have some scanxiety (anxiety over having a scan, if you didn't get that). There is just something about laying in a large room on a table by yourself as the table moves back and forth through a big donut while a robotic voice says, "hold your breath", "breathe," "do not swallow". You just kind of melt into another world and relax and then in ten minutes I am done. Done..and now the waiting for the results begins.<br />
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Luckily, I didn't have to wait long. Just a couple of hours later I got a call from my oncologist. Deep breath again. Answer the phone..It is Dr. Chui in his excited voice (YES!) "Ms. Underland! I couldn't wait til next week to tell you!" <br />
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Deep breath again..."Scans are clear. Still nothing there! I couldn't wait until your appointment to tell you!"<br />
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And yes my friends. I am relieved beyond belief. God is good! <br />
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I still don't know how I went from stage 4 cancer two years ago to cancer free. Well, yes I do. Friends, Family and Faith!<br />
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I may sound like a broken wheel, but I will still continue with infusion every three weeks (Herceptin) and take my two meds at home (Femara and Tykerb). Give me six more months and another clean scan and maybe my treatment will change. But why stop what is working?<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Having Nick and Evan both have injuries last year that included surgery and months and months of physical therapy for Evan put us over the edge. I thought things would be great with me finally getting a job. Unfortunately, things just caught up with us. My Honda sits because it needs extensive work that just isn't in the budget. We are a one car family right now. (But we are saving money on gas!) Christmas was minimal but wonderful. I now know first hand what it is like to be "served" with papers. Unfortunately, one bill got too far behind and the collevtions company served me with garnishment papers. That is one of the most embarassing things I have ever had to go through. I felt like the world was watching and that I had a deep dark secret all at the same time. I have hidden a lot from people, continued on. Because that is what you do. But at the expense of having my financial life ruined. Don't get me wrong, we have eliminated MANY things. But for my kids, I have tried to keep some sense of normal. I know there are people out there who are worse off. Why do you think I still give to other things? We can sometimes get caught up in our own problems and I think that is what was happening. </span><br />
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What would you think if I sang out of tune<br />Would you stand up and walk out on me?<br />Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song<br />And I'll try not to sing out of key<br />Oh I get by with a little help from my friends<br />Mm I get high with a little help from my friends<br />Mm going to try with a little help from my friends<br /><br />What do I do when my love is away?<br />(Does it worry you to be alone?)<br />How do I feel by the end of the day?<br />(Are you sad because you're on your own?)<br />No I get by with a little help from my friends<br />Mm I get high with a little help from my friends<br />Mm going to try with a little help from my friends<br /><br />(Do you need anybody?)<br />I need somebody to love<br />(Could it be anybody?)<br />I want somebody to love<br /><br />(Would you believe in a love at first sight?)<br />Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time<br />(What do you see when you turn out the light?)<br />I can't tell you, but I know it's mine<br />Oh I get by with a little help from my friends<br />Mm I get high with a little help from my friends<br />Oh I'm going to try with a little help from my friends<br /><br />(Do you need anybody?)<br />I just need somebody to love<br />(Could it be anybody?)<br />I want somebody to love<br /><br />Oh I get by with a little help from my friends<br />Mm going to try with a little help from my friends<br />Oh I get high with a little help from my friends<br />Yes I get by with a little help from my friends<br />With a little help from my friends<!-- end of lyrics --><br />
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This year I feel so much more at peace with this. Last year, I think I was still a bit reluctant to participate as a Survivor. I was still in the beginning..well 6 months in...to treatment. But now, with my diagnosis of no evidence of active cancer I feel that I want to let everyont know that it is Breast Cancer Awareness month! I am still here! I am still fighting! and I am a SURVIVOR! <br />
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Next week, I have another scan to see how things are again. Am I nervous? Maybe a bit. But not as nervous as I have been before. But why wouldn't I be nervous? There is always that little bit of wonder when you go in. It is human nature I think to have a little self doubt. But I just tell myself that it is all good! It has to be. And besides I have conferences at the end of next week to take my mind off it. It is all in a day's life for me. Get up...take my cancer pills...go teach kindergarten...take my kids to soccer....make dinner....go to bed...wake up and do it all over again. That is my life. And then every three weeks I go have my infusion of Herceptin. It is a bit odd I will admit. I park at the end of where I take my students to the busses. Walk across the street to where I park on those Fridays and leave to go enter another world. The cancer, infusion world. I have to say, so far it has been welcomed. It is nice to just sit for that hour and relax. I bet that is a first. Someone thinking that an infusion is relaxing. But it is. I am forced to sit and put my feet up. Last week I had a cold so I got an isolated room with a bed. I laid back and enjoyed the quiet. Because just and hour before that I had been getting 24 kindergarteners packed up and out the door! But again..It is what it is! It is life. Yes, sometimes it is a struggle to know that I am still sick on the inside but looking fine on the outside. But mostly, it just makes me grateful and lucky that I can celebrate and walk around as a survivor. <br />
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Well, I just wanted to update a bit. Most of you follow me on facebook too so you know what is going on. But for those of you I don't see on facebook.... I am doing well. I am awake. I am alive and I am blessed......now if someone could just pay my bills it may truly feel like heaven.<br />
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And a Pink Ribbon for Breast Cancer Awareness month!Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-58670785517501023672013-05-20T11:57:00.001-07:002013-05-20T21:40:08.271-07:00No Evidence of Active Cancer......But......Why is it that each day seems to pass slowly, but when you look back you can't help but ask "Where has the time gone?"<br />
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February 6, 2012 was one of the worst days of my life. "You have cancer."<br />
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But, April 29, 2013 was one of the best.."No evidence of active cancer." Words really can't express how you feel when you hear that. I was actually a bit numb and at a loss for words..yep, I did not know what to say. Especially since I knew what was coming next. "Treatment isn't over"<br />
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That is one of the misconceptions with cancer. Just because the cancer is not active at this time, we don't stop treatment. And for me, and my type of cancer, means we don't stop treatment for quite awhile. In fact, we don't have an end date. We are in the maintenance phase. We don't stop doing what's working. We don't want those cells to grow back. In fact, I am writing this on my phone as I sit in the treatment chair.<br />
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It is a whole different mind set at this time. Mostly, I do get a little ticked off. Especially since the outrageous bills keep rolling in. That is what pisses me off the most. Bill after bill. And some of the people aren't very nice when I call to make arrangements for payment. I am so grateful for all donated in the beginning. It kept us going. But with my medical bills, Nicks ACL surgery and now Evans injury, it is more than I can take sometimes. And we have insurance, I can hardly stand to think what it would be if we didn't. And of course we are middle class so the availability of aid is non-existant. And we know what teachers make, let alone a substitute. I don't have sick days to take. If I don't work I don't get paid. But enough of that.<br />
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So, although I am elated that I have so far kicked cancer's a$$, It is bittersweet because treatment continues. But I will choose this, and all the side effects that come with it (the sores in my nose are the worst) because I choose life. But what I do know is that it is the cost that makes me more discouraged than anything. But I will do what I will continue to do, trust in the Lord. Trust that everything, including finances, will work out.
So, I will just continue to repeat my favorite verse and all will be okay!
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">At one point I never thought that could be possible. I was stage 4 just 12 short months ago. This cancer had metastasized to parts of my body in which it was not possible to cut it out. "Traditional" chemo did not work for me. My strain, type, etc. was resistant to many types of chemo drugs. So, I chose a non traditional chemo and decided to starve this cancer by eliminating from my body what fed it....estrogen. With removal of my ovaries and nine months of heavy drugs at home (Tykerb and Femara) and infusion of Herceptin, now every three weeks, I am starving this cancer right out of my body. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">As of my last scan, there was just a little nugget visible in the lymphnode (and I should add that there is still mysterious showings on my spleen). But, this cancer is leaving town. And that lump in my breast, IT IS GONE!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It hasn't been just me going through this, however. Sure, I am the one with the aches of an 80 year old. I am the one with the hot flashes of a menopausal woman, and the unmentionable trips to the bathroom. But it is my family that has gone through this too. And my huge support system of friends and family that have prayed for me, brought my family food, taken my children to practice. And most of all my husband who has been there and cried with me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">My journey isn't over, but we are getting there. I have to change my mindset now and realize that this is a chronic disease that I have. Much like diabetes or MS. I have to live with it every day and fight to make myself better. I live with the side effects of the meds because that is just how it is. I eat healthier (try to) because this is what is working. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">So keep following me, because I am not done. I have more to do. I will rejoice the day my scans finally say NED (no evidence of disease) But until then, I will keep on going, because there just isn't any other choice. And I will keep singing my song..courteous of Kelly Clarkson..because "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger" and this cancer definitely has. </span><br />
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I can't believe it has been nine months since that awful day of my biopsy. Nine months today. It feels so long ago, and yet it feels just like last week. So much has happened in nine months. There have been many ups and downs in these nine months. Good days, bad days, and just days. I now it has been a long while since I have posted anything. and believe me, I have been scolded for this. But life was going on. Summer came and went. School started. I am working (subbing) again. Soccer season is almost over. And now, just like that, it is November. Twenty days until Thanksgiving. 53 days until Christmas. But really, I don't want to think about that. I am focused on November 21. I will have another scan. The last scan I had was promising. The cancer was no longer visible in the chest and neck lymph nodes. But still very prominant in other lymphnodes. I am still going to chemo infusion every three weeks. And, I take my tykerb and femara daily. I have now added aleve to my daily drug intake. My meds are making my joints ache like arthritis. I look like I am 80 every time I get up. Most days I am doing alright. Aside from the fatigue that hits about 7:00 every evening. I get through my days. But with that said, cancer is overwhelming and I want it to go away. I didn't ask for this. So, why am I the one going through this? Why am I the chosen one?
I can ask myself these questions over and over again, but I doubt I will find the answer. I like to just say it is what it is. That has been my motto for many things that have ever gone on in my life. I am not complacent, or in denial. When a hill comes along, I climb it. When a struggle comes along I deal with it. There is no room for a pity party. Don't get me wrong, I have my moments. But they last just long enough for me to get the angst out and then deal with it. Is there any other choice? So, I have done just that..gotten over my moments and keep living life. Keep going to soccer games. Keep taking care of my family. Keep on going.<br />
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When I keep on going, I am busy. Busy with life. I didn't think I had much to say. Truth is, I wanted everything I say here to be inspiring. I haven't felt like I had much to say that was inspiring and that others would want to hear. I actually received an email from someone I didn't know. They had been reading my blog and were concerned that I hadn't written in awhile. Then a couple of other emails came. Some calls from some ladies at church. Another card in the mail from someone saying they were thinking of me. Then, I realized, there were more people invested in this, my cancer, than I thought. So, here I am. Back and letting you know how I have been. And all in all, I can say I am doing well...or as well as expected. In fact, to see me, you wouldn't even know anything was wrong. I don't look the part.<br />
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Cancer is a funny thing and people expect you to look and be a certain way. You see, I still have my hair. I guess I am the lucky one. And believe me I have heard this many times. "You still have you're hair. You are so lucky." Losing your hair seems to be the mark of cancer. Well, I don't do things normally. So, that's not my mark. I haven't even lost any weight. On the contrary, I am puffy and have awful nails. But my skin is looking good. I have to say it almost makes me feel guilty walking into the infusion center because I just don't look the part. But like "they" say, you can't judge a book by its cover.<br />
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Well, I hope to add more posts more often. And thank you everyone for thinking, praying, and worrying about me. It is humbling. I truly know I couldn't be going on without you. And Thank you God for watching over me and my family! Thank you!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: #f4cccc;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">He tought me how</span><br style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">to watch, fight and pray</span><br style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">fight and pray</span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Oh happy day, Oh happy day</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">When Jesus washed</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Oh when he washed</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">He washed my sins away</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">We´ll live rejoicing</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">ev´ry day, ev´ry day</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: #f4cccc; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Oh happy day, Oh happy day</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">When Jesus washed</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">Oh when he washed</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;">He washed my sins away</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>Yes, We all know the words to that song. In my head I am singing the Sister Act version. It is a happy day. </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>I went to my oncologist yesterday. Things are promising. Although I have not had a complete scan yet, it appears that my treatment is working! The lymph nodes in my neck and the largest one in my arm pit feel visibly smaller. YAY! So, I will take the endless hot flashes, headache, nausea and tiredness if it means that we are killing this cancer!</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 21px;"><i>I will have a complete PET and CT scan in July. But for now I will lean on this hope! All the fightin' and prayin' is working! Just like Jesus taught me!</i></span></span></div>
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<i>I know it has been awhile, 42 days
to be exact, since I have written anything. I don’t really know
why. There is a lot going on in my head, but I just haven’t been
able to get it all out. And although I haven’t written anything
here, I have been able to talk it out and vent with some dear
friends. But I think too, I needed time to just be in my head. I
needed the time to retreat into myself and just think about all that
is going on. I needed “me” time.</i></div>
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<i>I needed time to think. Cancer is
overwhelming. And it is not just the fact that I have a disease in my
body that I could potentially have for a very long time, but
everything that goes along with it is overwhelming too…..the good
and the bad. It is such an emotional roller coaster of everything.
The actual disease, scheduling doctor appointments, going to said
appts, surgery, infusion, recovery, being present for my kids, trying
to just keep moving on in a normal way, the outreach and support from
others, answering every one’s questions and educating them on my
decisions, taking well meant advice, going on with life, going to
sports games, paying bills, new bills, and really just figuring it
all out. It is overwhelming just writing it all.
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<i>I know I have a lot of support. That
is very evident. But when I go to the doctor and sit in that room, or
when they poke me for the hundredth time, or when I am talking to the
lady from the utilities trying to explain why the bill will be late,
it is just me. I know that usually someone (Nick) has been physically with me. But it is still me and my cancer. This damn cancer that has
changed my life. I can get mad about it. I can retreat into myself
and wallow for a bit. BUT, I also know that it is what it is. Then, I
snap out of it, and remember that the support of friends and having
God on my side is all I need. But, I still have to remind myself of
that.</i></div>
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<i>I am a giver not a taker. I am the
one who takes the meals and runs the race. So, having everyone do so
much for me lately is hard for me. I am very grateful. Because
honestly everything that has been done…the walk, raffle, auction,
zumbathon, pampered chef parties, reunions, meals, etc. has truly
helped me and my family. And for that I am truly appreciative. It
really is still hard to believe that it is being done for me, but I
have learned to accept the help and I am trying to feel worthy.</i></div>
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<i>So where am I
now in my treatment? Well, I am doing a hormone therapy right now.
(Not hormone replacement) I had surgery April 11<sup>th</sup>
to remove my ovaries. Why? To stop the flow of estrogen in my body.
My cancer is fed by estrogen, so we are starving this cancer. I have
had three chemo infusions. I take a daily dose of a heavy drug called
Tykerb(lapatanib). And I also take <span lang="en">Femara
(letrozole). Another drug to stop the production of estrogen in my
body. I’m going this route right now to try and get the cancer out
of my lymph system and chest wall. Hormone therapy tends to cause
fewer and less severe side effects than traditional chemotherapy. But
it is not without side effects. I am very TIRED. My energy level
drains quickly in the evening. I visit the bathroom a lot for various
reasons. I don’t sleep well. I have hot flashes galore. I have
headaches and sometimes blurry vision. And on and on. Luckily,(and my
rainbow)I have escaped the awful side effects for now. I still have
my hair. Although, I do notice more on my hair brush, and I do not
have the horrible rash that the Tykerb can give you. But I am not
counting it out yet. Other therapies such as radiation and other
chemotherapies are not ruled out. We are just going this route for
now. A surgery for mastectomy is about a year away. So I get to carry
these melons around for a bit longer. I am in this for the long haul.
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<i>I have learned a lot these last few
months. I am learning more about the different types of cancer and
just how individual cancer can be. This is more than I ever thought I
would know about breast cancer. Yes, it is overwhelming, and I really do know that I am not
going it alone. I am still in awe of all the support that is there.
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</tbody></table>Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-64442113865269942882012-04-10T23:06:00.000-07:002012-04-10T23:06:15.919-07:00Here We Go!Well spring break is over and we are on the down hill slide to summer. This spring break went pretty well. It was a successful "stay cation." I took the kids to OMSI, played miniature golf, went shopping at a few malls and Nick took kids to the mountain. We ate out entirely too many times, got to see how wonderful life can be with so many people to love and support us and will literally walk in the rain for us, saw Wicked, had sun for Easter and had my first treatment. All in all a good break. <br />
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Just when I think things are feeling normal, something with this cancer reminds me that "normal" has changed. And this first treatment was a little rough. I received my first dose of herceptin through IV. Granted it isn't the knock down drag out hard core chemo that some receive. But, it is still pretty hefty stuff. And of course, I got all the joys of some side effects that only happen to a small percentage.....like sweats, chills, fever, nausea, and other unmentionables. But the worst was the headache that lingered for a few days. I don't function well with a headache. They say the next dose should be better as the first dose is like triple strength. I go back for that in a few weeks.<br />
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In the meantime, I go in tomorrow for my oopherectomy and port placement. Oopherectomy is a big word for having my ovaries out. (got to stop that estrogen!)And the port placement will make my future IV treatments easier so they don't have to constantly be finding a vein to stick. Unfortunately, it will be just another constant reminder of the cancer I have. I considered not doing it. But the pros outway the cons here. It will just make some things easier. Who knows how many IV treatments I will need down the road.<br />
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That's about it. I have so much to say but my eyelids are heavy. I will just leave with this..... Isaiah 12:2 "Surely God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid. The Lord, the Lord, is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation."Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-19750161896603524232012-03-30T21:05:00.001-07:002012-03-30T22:17:33.795-07:00You can't have a rainbow without rain......<i>You know the old adage "When it rains, it pours." Well, that is how I feel sometimes. Especially living in this soggy place we call the NW. But really I wouldn't have it any other way. You see, we get a lot of rain, as many of you know. But because of this rain, we get to live in a place that is green all year. We have the most beautiful days of summer. Our early fall days are so pleasant, you can almost see the leaves changing in October sunshine. And in spring, yes it is spring now, when we get a break from that rain, we see a rainbow as the sun shines brightly on the blooming flowers and trees. You know you have all seen this. You've smelled the fresh cut grass (and then sneezed) and then smiled. It is because of all this rain that we have really do have glorious seasons here in the NW. It is what makes living here so wonderful. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.</i><br />
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<i>When I was in high school I was part of a Catholic Youth Council. We met every few months in Seattle. We didn't see each other often but when we did we always started our meetings with a weather report. Well, just like outside, it has been raining in my life quite a bit lately too. And although, I thought it was pouring in February, the rain is coming down a bit more right now. I have had some partly cloudy days and some partly sunny days. (If you are from the NW, you know the difference). Today, partly cloudy and rain.</i><br />
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<i>I will admit some days it gets really hard to wait for that break in the sky. We just want a little sun to shine down. It is very easy to get wrapped up in the solemn feeling that a gray, rainy day can bring. Sometimes, it is hard for me to not feel this way emotionally. I have had a few real rough days or moments because as you know our weather can change so quickly. Some days have been great. I have gone to work. Had a great day, but just come home tired and so emotional I just want to sleep...or cry. A few times it has been both. It is just so important for me to go on as usual to the best of my ability. I don't know sometimes if this is strength or denial. But it is living and that is what I want to do. </i><br />
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<i>This cancer has made me feel hope and feel helpless all at the same time. I am not always in control. This I found out pretty well recently. There is definitely some sunny patches in these gray days. I still can't believe the number of people who are supporting me. I am in awe of the support page, the offers for help, the fundraising and everything else. I have truly appreciated everything. Especially words of encouragement. It is through all of this that God is reminding me that I am not alone. Proverbs 27:10 says "Better a neighbor nearby than a brother faraway." Well, I am lucky to have both. Neighbors near (and that includes Castle Rock) that I know will truly be there. And since many of you know I don't like surprises or asking for help, you did all this with out me. It is still hard to accept why and feel worthy of it all. I think because I have felt pretty normal so far. But after today I know that I will definitely need support. Because I can admit I have no idea what to expect form this cancer.</i><br />
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<i>You see, I went to my oncologist today. I have been taking the tamoxifen for about a month now. The side effects haven't been too bad. Mostly hot flashes that come at the most inopportune times, like in line at Fred Meyer or at Evan's basketball game. But I had hopes that this drug would help shrink these tumors. Well, that appears to not be the case. I now have swollen nodes in my neck and the swollen nodes in my axilla (arm pit) and tumor in my breast are swollen to the point of it constantly aching. This estrogen in my body is fighting hard, enlarging not shrinking and apparently spreading to other lymph nodes. I knew there was a possibility of this. Things just haven't felt right. But I wanted to wait and get confirmation before any "freak out" commenced. </i><br />
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<i>So, I am ready to fight. Nick and I agree we need to be aggressive with treatment. My oncologist agrees too which is good. So, we are stepping things up a bit. Going forward with ovary removal, starting the IV therapy Herceptin next week. Changing drugs to one called Tykerb. Which is an aggressive drug for cancers like mine that over express HER2 (a growth factor with a big name that basically means my cancer promotes or encourages the growth of more cancer cells). And hopefully we will stop this estrogen from feeding these cancer cells and starve them. This drug will also come straight from the doctor as pharmacies don't carry it. </i><br />
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<i>Anyway, today I received a shot of Zoladex in my abdomen to begin shutting down my ovaries. The irony here is (and men stop reading if it is too much) is that I started my monthly yesterday. Yes, Aunt Flo is here for a visit. But hopefully (and here is the rainbow) this may be my last menses...ever! That will be weird, but I could do without it. I had a chuckle with the nurse about this before she stuck me. At least I was numbed with lidocaine before the very sweet nurse Lena put the long needle in. Then I didn't feel anything. I sure wish lidocaine was always available for cramps. (She got quite a chuckle from this too). It was nice not to feel anything in my lower abdomen for awhile. But that didn't last long. </i><br />
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<i>In the next month, I will have two more surgeries. One to remove my ovaries and one to place an IV port so they don't have to stick me every time. My IV therapy will consist of sitting in a chair for 2-3 hours having drugs pumped in my body every couple weeks and I will begin the new drug Tykerb. Then, if in 6-8 weeks when I have another scan, it better show these things shrinking. If not, we will discuss chemotherapy at that time. </i><br />
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<i>So things are still looking a bit cloudy but definitely some sun breaks and rainbows ahead. Just need to hope for the best and ride this out. Even Noah rode it out. All those rainy days and nights. But he saw his rainbow and I will too :)</i><br />
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<i>"I have set My rainbow in the clouds." Genesis 9:13.</i>Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-16533188934439158302012-03-14T16:19:00.000-07:002012-03-14T16:19:42.745-07:00Attitude of Gratitude<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>As you may know, this last month has been a life changer for me. My emotions have truly been all over the place. Fear, sadness, anxiety...</i></span><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>My family- Obviously. From my husband, my kids, my brothers and sisters to cousins I haven't talked to in years. I am grateful for everyone of them. Nick has wrapped his arms around me (literally and figuratively) and just made me feel loved and I truly could not be without him. We have been together for 20 years. Married for 14 (15 in July). I wouldn't know life without him. My kids have been great through this. They all have handled it in different ways but since it is not as visible to them yet, I think they are taking it all in stride. Just normal days in the Underland house.</i></span></li>
</ul><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Facebook- Yes I am grateful for Facebook. It has allowed me to be in touch with so many people. What a wonderful invention Facebook is. Sure it has its quirks, but what doesn't. And for all of you who have left me a message on FB, I will get to responding. (now I know what fan mail is..lol)</i></span></li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>My network of people- And I have realized in the last month how big this network is. I have felt love and received messages from people from all stages of my life....childhood, highschool (oh wait those are the same).....college, young mom days, MOPS, softball, Seattle peeps, Vancouver peeps, PTA, church, and the list goes on. But none has been more prominent in my life this last month than my Castle Rock family. And not just my blood family. They (Kristi, Tessie, Barbie, Dianna, Pam, Lisa, Jenny...and many others) came together for me and have done some wonderful things that will help my family out tremendously through all this. I don't think I could ever say thank you enough. I had a hunch something was up. But never to the extent that they have taken their support. T-shirts, sweatshirts, walk/run, bank account. I had tears streaming down my face when I came upon the Facebook support page. It was very hard to accept and realize that this was all for me...FOR ME! But Kristi said it best when she said to me, "Ain't it great being from a small town." And yes it is! Castle Rock was/is a great place to grow up and the people there are my people.....Oh wait another song....."These are my people, this is where I come from, We're givin' this life everything we've got and then some......It ain't always pretty, but it's real. It's the way we were made, wouldn't have it any other way, THESE ARE MY PEOPLE!" (For the full version, look it up..Rodney Atkins..and yes it is country.)</i></span></li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>A flexible work schedule (and the kids I work with)- I am grateful that I am a sub teacher. I have complained a bit because I <u>really</u> want my own classroom. But here is probably a reason now that I haven't gotten that yet. I am grateful that I haven't had to call in to work sick or find my own sub for all these appointments. I don't need to explain when I turn down a job. And when I have worked lately, it has been with my kindergarteners. The ones I love. They bring such joy to my life and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i>I don't mind runny noses and tying shoes. </i></span>I love that they get so excited when I come back to their class. </i></span></li>
</ul></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Birthdays- Ally and I both had a birthday on March 10th. It was a weekend of fun. It started with the Lorax movie, a slumber party (for Ally), shopping with my sisters, dinner with my family and karaoke with my friends. I couldn't have asked for anything better. </i></span></li>
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</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>So, thank you to everyone and everything making my life a little better right now. Because with all the things going on in my head, it is nice to know that someone has my back when I feel like I just can't do it. For this, I have an attitude of gratitude. (and FYI...that is a song sung by Jimmy Buffet on a kids CD called Thanks and Giving)</i></span></div></div>Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-49534698131079571512012-03-02T13:07:00.000-08:002012-03-02T13:07:42.567-08:00Stop...Look....Listen<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><br />
<h4 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I told you I like songs. And there is always one playing in my head. Today.....</i></span></span></h4><h4 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0.6em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"Going out of my mind these days, Like I'm walking 'round in a haze, I can't think straight. I can't concentrate."</i></span></h4><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Those are the words from a song by Diamond Rio. "Beautiful Mess." Those words really sum up how I felt the last month. And the last 24 hours haven't been any different. </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Last night I was so much in a state of confusion. Nothing was going like I had planned. I didn't understand. I was lost. Fast forward 12 hours, a shaky night's sleep and a morning alone, I am ready to embrace this..I think. I have stopped to think about this, looked (on the internet of course), took a call from one of my doctors and listened again to what they say. I am beginning to understand this approach. And what a beautiful mess I am in.</i></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It still sucks that I have this chronic disease called metastatic breast cancer, but the endocrine therapy approach is quite favoring.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> </i></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Here are some things I found....</i></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><div style="font: 9.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
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</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Hormone therapy stops the effects or production of the female hormones estrogen and progesterone. Produced mainly in the ovaries, these hormones stimulate the growth of breast cancer. Medical oncologists may recommend hormone therapy to prevent breast cancer from growing, especially in my case since my cancer cells have receptors that attract estrogen and/or progesterone. </i></span></div><div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>This kind of sums it up...Why I am going with this therapy........</i></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Trials comparing ovarian ablation (removal) with or without <span class="DrugLink"><a href="http://www.mims.com/USA/drug/search/tamoxifen" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: black; line-height: 14px; list-style-type: disc; position: relative; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">tamoxifen<span style="margin-left: -9999px; position: absolute;">(Drug information on tamoxifen)</span></a></span> to CMF-type chemotherapy (cyclophosphamide, <span class="DrugLink"><a href="http://www.mims.com/USA/drug/search/methotrexate" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: black; line-height: 14px; list-style-type: disc; position: relative; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">methotrexate<span style="margin-left: -9999px; position: absolute;">(Drug information on methotrexate)</span></a></span>, <span class="DrugLink"><a href="http://www.mims.com/USA/drug/search/fluorouracil" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: black; line-height: 14px; list-style-type: disc; position: relative; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">fluorouracil<span style="margin-left: -9999px; position: absolute;">(Drug information on fluorouracil)</span></a></span>) suggest that the endocrine therapy is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;">equivalent to or better </span>than just chemotherapy in women whose tumors express estrogen and/or <span class="DrugLink"><a href="http://www.mims.com/USA/drug/search/progesterone" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: black; line-height: 14px; list-style-type: disc; position: relative; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">progesterone<span style="margin-left: -9999px; position: absolute;">(Drug information on progesterone)</span></a></span> receptors. Endocrine therapy with ovarian ablation (removal), tamoxifen, or the combination is also useful in the metastatic setting in premenopausal women. <b>(This is me in a nutshell)</b></i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;"><i>Herceptin is an example of a monoclonal antibody used to treat breast cancer. The antibody is given to some breast cancer patients who produce an excessive amount of the HER-2/neu protein on their breast cancer cells. (That is me) Herceptin works against HER-2 /neu on the surface of the breast cancer cells and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;">prevents the breast cancer cells from growing and dividing.</span>Herceptin can be given alone or in combination with chemotherapy. (Right now we are going it alone and will look at chemo later)</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>Well, I will bore you no more with scientific details. But, I am in a Beautiful Mess. Cancer is a mess. But I have the opportunity to try something that will stop the growth of these cells with minimum damage to my body. At least that is how I am feeling right now. I guarantee there will be more freak outs, confusion, and I will probably still be walking around in a haze for awhile. That, right now, is an understandable given.</i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>So, I am going to finally go take a shower and then go fill my prescription. Because I need to get this show on the road and make sense of this Beautiful Mess and get myself on the road to recovery.</i></span></span>Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-51603374758294561502012-03-01T22:56:00.000-08:002018-02-18T19:18:35.186-08:00Where do we go from here?Where do we go from here????? That's a good question. Just one of the many I had going into my appointment today at OHSU. Where do we go? How do we get this stuff out of me? When will we start chemo? When will I have surgery? How long are we looking at? I had so many questions. I was going to ask all of these questions. We went in with a list. (Nick's list was much bigger than mine.) I had so many things I wanted answered. However, none of these questions were answered. Or at least not answered the way I thought or had prepared myself for. You see this cancer of mine is persnickety. It wants to do it's own thing. So, although I walked into that appointment confident that I would be leaving with a treatment plan to rid this from my body, we walked out heading in a completely different direction.<br />
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My cancer has spread. I knew this from the additional biopsies I had and my scar on my neck is my reminder. Nonetheless, it is still breast cancer. But now we are calling it metastatic breast cancer, Stage 4. It is not in the lungs, bones or brain. However, it is traveling in my body. And the cells they biopsied from my chest wall ( near the lungs but outside the breast) were the same as the tumor in my breast. Whatever, blah blah blah. It is breast cancer.<br />
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So, Dr. How are we going to get this out of my body?<br />
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Well, unfortunately, we may not get it out of my body. But, we will treat it and hopefully kill it. But to do this, with my type and location of the cancer, we need to take a different approach.<br />
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Endocrine therapy first. No breast surgery right now. No chemo right now. Take oral medications...tomoxifen at first. Have IV therapy with a powerful drug called herceptin. And have my ovaries removed. We want to kill what is feeding this cancer....estrogen!<br />
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Huh? What was that? No surgery? You are not going to cut this cancer out of me and get rid of it?<br />
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Basic answer, not now. We could go in and cut the tumor out, and the lymph nodes closest to it. But the cancer has already spread and what is fueling it is estrogen and the source of these are my contaminated ovaries. So...we are going to suffocate the cancer cells by starving them. No more estrogen to feed off. And this estrogen is coming from my ovaries, so let's take those out. This of course will put me into early menopause...with all of it's wonderful side effects.<br />
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Look at it like this....your yard is full of dandelions. You could get rid of just one dandelion, but the seeds have already spread. Just cutting that one plant is not going to rid your yard of dandelions. And although they don't appear harmful, they really suck the life out of your lawn. You need to treat the whole lawn, to get rid of the dandelions and all the weeds. That's what we are looking at....treating the whole me.<br />
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Coming to this decision is very surreal. On one hand, I feel a little lucky that I won't be going through a major surgery or chemo right now with all the nasty side effects, like losing my hair. On the other hand, this isn't because I am lucky. If I could cut this stuff out, go through the chemo, lose my hair, have a rough year and have this be gone. I would. However, mine will be a slower process. I can't cut all the cancer out of me. And that makes me mad. I have to walk around with this cancer in me and have it die slowly as I starve it. I will still have many of the side effects like chemo. The one benefit.... I won't lose my hair. But I am still going to be tired, nasueous, etc. Only I may look like everything is going fine.<br />
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My doctor was very honest in telling me that I can get this to a place where I will lead a very normal, long life. But we need to get there. And the road is long. My cancer is a chronic disease. Much like diabetes. I have to treat it to keep symptoms at bay.<br />
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This is just so hard to fathom. How can you not just get rid of it? Everything I prepared for told me that the process goes surgery, chemo, radiation, remission. But now, I have a whole different approach to think about. This new approach means I have to trust that this will work. Trust that all will be fine. And it will....I hope.<br />
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I do need more than hope. I need some control. So, I am going to meet with a nutritionist. Meet with a naturopath doctor. And try to supplement my treatment with a whole body approach to wellness. I think this is why I like OHSU. They aren't just about western treatments. They are a Center for Health and Healing. They are willing to seek treatments that are conventional and alternative. I will take the medications and find other ways to treat myself as well.<br />
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This all relies on trust. Trust in the doctors. Trust in my strength. Trust in others. And just as I was realizing that this evening, I opened a package I got in the mail today. It was a new devotional titled "Jesus Calling." I turned to March 1 and here is what I read...<br />
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"When something in your life or thoughts makes you anxious, come to Me and talk about it. Bring Me your prayer and petition...... Though the lessons of trust that I send to you come wrapped in difficulties, the benefits far outweigh the cost. Well-developed trust will bring you many blessings, not the least of which is My Peace. I have promised to keep you in perfect Peace to the extent that you <i>trust</i> in ME."<br />
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Trust. I hope to get there. But right now, this is a whole new approach to fighting this cancer that I need to process and take to prayer. And I am just here....not all the way there....yet.<br />
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"Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, let your requests be made known to God" ~ Phillipians 4:6Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-81738108692591841432012-02-26T23:19:00.000-08:002018-02-19T22:15:34.752-08:00Closer I Am to Fine<div>
<i>I love music. All types of music. Although I tend to land on country, my radio stations are constantly changing. I always have a song in my head. I will hear someone say something, anything, and it automatically triggers a song. Sometimes I accidentally sing it out loud. Lately, I've had the Indigo Girls in my head. "Closer I Am to Fine." </i></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 22px;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_12" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_13" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">There's more than one answer to these questions</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_14" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Pointing me in a crooked line</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_15" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">And the less I seek my source for some definitive</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_16" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_17" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Closer I am to fine</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_19" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Closer I am to fine</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_19" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />
</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">This song has so many memories for me. Mostly my college days. Singing with Fr. Pat at Search retreats, dorm parties, Bumbershoot, my girlfriends. But as I listen to the words again, realize it's more than a song to sing around a campfire. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">This has been a rough week. Maybe that's why I haven't written much and maybe that's why I keep singing this song in my head...keep reminding myself that all will be fine. And although I am only in the pre-game warm ups of this stuff. I am getting a little closer to fine. I have a few more answers, but also many more questions.</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">So, Tuesday, Fat Tuesday, Mardi Gras, I spent the day at OHSU. I joked on Facebook that I was revealing the tata's and hoped I would at least get some beads for this. Alas, they did not have any. But when I came home there were beads on my door...from my team. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">Tuesday was a long day. I had a biopsy done on the upper axillary lymph node that is farther away from my lump. This was much like the other I had. They just use a local anesthetic and use a needle to get some of the lymph node out to test. This appointment lasted a few hours and then I had the appt to meet the thoracic surgeon who would be doing the procedure to test the chest lymph nodes. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">This doctor finally took Nick and I to the computer to show us the PET/CT scan reports. The solution they inject via IV when you do these tests makes the areas light up. Well the nodes in my axilla (armpit) and the lump in my breast were very bright (a 9 on a scale of 1-10). But the nodes in the chest were quite dim compared to the others (only a 3 or 4, the dr said). I found this quite hopeful. They had many questions about where I have lived, did I smoke (NO!!!) etc. They were trying to make a suggestion of what these could be showing up, if not cancer that had spread. We went over the procedure and the details for the next day......</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">I would be sedated completely under general anesthesia and they would use a bronchial scope and endobronchial ultrasound to get to the nodes that were in the chest to take samples for biopsy. A pathologist would be in the room and test them right away. If they were positive, they would stop and procedure would be done. They would know the cancer had spread. If negative, they would try to reach the nodes farther in my chest. However, to reach the nodes that are farther in my chest wall, they will have to make a small incision at the base of my neck in order to get the scope in. So I could wake up with an incision. I actually took this as a good sign because if I woke up with an incision that, in theory, would mean that the nodes were negative and they were just double checking. Hey, I'm a teacher. I want people to double check. I send kids back all the time to check their answers. Anyway, I was prepared. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">Soooo, Wednesday, Ash Wednesday. I was fasting like any good Catholic would do. Ha ha. I had to. I was scheduled for noon, but they called us in early. This is all a hurry up and wait game. We were at the hospital by 9:30. We got back to pre-op pretty quickly. Nick was able to stay with me there, but it was noon when they took me back for my procedure. And that is all I remember until I woke up at 4:00. I do remember them saying they were going to give me something and then that was it. Not even any counting this time. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">I slept for 4 hours. And all I can think is how agonizing this must have been for Nick sitting in the waiting room. He actually didn't get to come back to see me until 6. I was still a little out of it. And the anesthesia made me a little nauseous. I was talking with the nurse when he came back. The nurses were constantly asking all day, "what procedure was I having, blah blah blah." I didn't want to keep repeating it. But that's how they know if you are coherent. So this time, as the nurse was asking about my procedure I felt my neck and said "Looks like they made the incision. That's good. Because it means that it probably didn't spread." It was at that point I saw Nick and he just shook his head. This was the first moment I realized that I was looking at something more serious. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">We went home. I was still out of it. It was so hard for me to have my kids see me this way. I am sure I did not look good. Nick had to help me walk and I had a three inch bandage on my neck. Evan came to hug me. But instead of his huge, tight hugs I normally get, he just barely put his arms around me. That was a little heart breaking for me. For the next few days, he would be hesitant to come near me. All I could think, was I hope that this isn't how it is going to be. This was only the first time. Honestly, I can't even remember what Justin and Ally did. I just went to sleep. Got sick some more. Went to sleep. Got sick. And finally went to sleep. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">The next day, Nick got the kids ready for school. I went downstairs. They all gave me little hugs...still not the big ones I am accustomed to. Evan kept asking, "Is it ok?" Ally wanted to see the incision. And Justin was very doting. "Do you want some water?" "What can I get you?" He is growing into such a great young man. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">My sister, Pam, came to spend the day with me so Nick could get to work. </i><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">We had a good day of me dozing and just talking about "things." I finally said it to her that I thought the cancer had spread. We cried. Then started talking about everything else. I liked it like that. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">Later that evening, I had Nick tell me everything from the day that I missed. All the calls the doctors made to him while I was in surgery, the dr coming to meet with him and take him to a consultation room to tell him what they had found. I imagined something right from ER here. Dr. Green talking to Nick. But I felt so bad that I couldn't be there with him.</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">And yes, the cancer has spread. Then why did they do the incision anyway? I knew the answer, and again as a teacher, I am glad they checked their work. So, I now know that we are looking at Stage 4 metastatic breast cancer. Of course this is "according to the papers." I am glad I know, so that they can form a treatment plan for me and get me closer to fine.</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">The last few days I've tried to go on like everything was ok. I think everyone could tell that I was a little off. I went to the PTA board meeting, went to book club on Friday night (I had to hang with my "old sames"), went to softball coaches training on Saturday morning and sold Girl Scout cookies with Ally. I want to continue without having to disrupt things that are going on. But, I didn't quite feel right. I have been reading. And I know this is normal to feel this way. But honestly, I wish that life could be normal. But I guess this is our "new" normal.</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">Fast forward to Sunday night and my bandage is off. My two inch incision is exposed. Evan isn't so scared and I get the biggest hug from him when I tuck him in. Justin is still careful and hugs gently and Ally asks if she can touch my incision. I love her. </i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;">I think this week will feel a little more like regular normal. We have a packed schedule, basketball practice, softball meeting, Girls Scouts, Justin's technology group, church, and other things. It is all par for the course in our life.....Except for my Thursday appt at OHSU. That is the "new" normal. But it is at that appointment that these doctors can give me a treatment plan that will get me a little closer to fine.</i></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_20" style="background-color: white; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; color: #444444; display: block; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font: inherit; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><i style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: normal;"><br />
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Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-34802351139113998362012-02-20T21:25:00.000-08:002012-02-20T21:25:29.071-08:00Hanging in there<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all." ~ 2 Corinthians 4:17</span></i></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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</i></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It has been a nice, long weekend. I have been able to do a lot of thinking, and not thinking and coming to terms with whatever may come my way. I have definitely had a roller coaster of emotions, but I guess that means I have hope. At least that what the books are telling me. </i></span><div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Nick and I snuck away Saturday for a lunch date in Portland and then ended up at Powell's books. I love this bookstore. It really does have anything you want. I love going to the Rare Books room. I held books in my hand from 1829, 1855, 1932..and many more. Excuse the pun, but I'm sure they all have such a story to tell.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>We ended up in the Health section. I was looking for a specific book that my co-cancer conspirator friend recommended, but I ended up finding others that have been pretty helpful and some that I can comfortably read. Mostly I was attracted to the titles "Cancer is a Bitch," "I Am Not My Breast Cancer,"Finding Hope for Your Journey through Breast Cancer," and Nick's pick "Crazy, Sexy Cancer Tips." (He is male...sex generally creeps into his mind.) </i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>All the books have offered me something already that appeals to my practical, realistic, comical and faithful sides of me. Reading these books I realize I am hopeful. I have always adhered to the mantra "It is what it is." I take what life deals me. Freak out a little bit. Get mad. Stress. Feel hopeless for a bit. And then I think about it and react in a practical way and deal with it. That is how I will look at this cancer too. Yes, I am scared. I am still going to freak out. Ask the questions. Want the answers. But I will also know that I need to just deal with it. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Anyway. Tomorrow I go back to the doctor for another biopsy on some of the axillary lymph nodes and then meet with the pulmonologist who will do the biopsy of my chest nodes (not the breasts) on Wednesday. It will be another long day at the hospital, but I know there are many more to come. It is odd how it starts to feel normal. Just like when Evan was in the NICU. Going to the hospital every day for that month became easier and easier and I know this will too. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Thank you for your continued support and prayers. It really does make me feel like I am not going through this alone. </i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Below are the lyrics to MercyMe's song Move. I heard it on the way home from church the other day and was very "moved". It has become one of my theme songs.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"></span><br style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;" /><span style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: center;"></span><div style="background-color: #ccccdd; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; text-align: center;">I'm not about to give up<br />
Because I heard you say<br />
There's gonna be brighter days<br />
There's gonna be brighter days<br />
I won't stop, I'll keep my head up<br />
No, I'm not here to stay<br />
There's gonna be brighter days<br />
There's gonna be brighter days<br />
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I just might bend but I won't break<br />
As long as I can see your face<br />
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<i>[Chorus:]</i><br />
When life won't play along<br />
And right keeps going wrong<br />
And I can't seem to find my way<br />
I know where I am found<br />
So I won't let it drag me down<br />
Oh, I'll keep dancing anyway<br />
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I'm gonna move (move)<br />
I'm gonna move (move)<br />
I'm gonna move<br />
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I've got to hold it steady<br />
Keep my head in the game<br />
Everything is about to change<br />
Everything is about to change<br />
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This hurt is getting heavy<br />
But I'm not about to cave<br />
Everything's about to change<br />
There's gonna be brighter days<br />
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I just might bend but won't break<br />
As long as I can see your face<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />
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No matter what may come<br />
Gotta move to a different drum<br />
No matter what life brings<br />
Gotta move gotta move to a different beat <i>[x2]</i><br />
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I just might bend but won't break<br />
As long as I can see your face<br />
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<i>[Chorus x2]</i><br />
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No matter what may come<br />
Gotta move to a different drum<br />
No matter what life brings<br />
Gotta move gotta move to a different beat</div><div><br />
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</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Someone who knows a lot about pain and suffering posted a picture on Facebook today of a whiteboard in a middle school gym. It said." Pain and Torture will be your BFF today. Sucks for you." Yep, sucks for me. But these last few days I have had some time to think this over. I have cried myself, with my family and with Nick. This sucks. Sucks, sucks, sucks. But life goes on. Sure I don't know what the new biopsies will show, but for the next few weeks until I know, I will endure some pain and torture as they biopsy more armpit nodes on Tuesday and then sedate me to test the chest nodes on Wednesday. Then more mental pain and torture of waiting for the results. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But, Life will go on. I will still sell Girl Scout cookies with Ally, take Evan to his basketball practice and games, get them up for school, pay my bills, make them dinner. On Sunday I will go to church and I will take comfort in the fact that as a Christian Catholic we are going into the most precious time of year. Lent. The 40 days of Jesus' suffering and where we prepare for his death and then Resurrection. I don't think that I am going to give anything up this year though. I think God will give me a pardon for that. Because I am probably going to need that chocolate. I know some don't believe...but I do believe that Jesus suffered and died for me. He will take care of my pain and torture. He will hold my hand as I lay on a table being poked. I will go into Lent knowing that his death and suffering lead to the ultimate Resurrection that was done so that we all can live.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But I will also take comfort in all that has been given me and know that there are many, MANY people praying for me. For ME!!! (still hard to fathom). That is what this Lent will be about. I will celebrate another birthday (Ally's as well). And although I have a horrible diagnosis and disease that may not be curable, I will know that life goes on and that life is going on with so many people comforting me. I will still get up in the morning, have my coffee (very much needed), get my kids off to school, go to work when I can and give hugs and loves and kisses to my family. Life goes on, so I will change the cat litter box, do some laundry, cook some dinner (or order pizza), and just live. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Again, thank you all. And thank you for letting me be emotional and all over the place on here. It has truly been helpful.</span></div>Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-39603450778240580682012-02-16T18:24:00.000-08:002012-02-16T18:24:42.672-08:00SurprisesI do not like surprises. I have only been surprised on rare occasions. But generally I find out before anyone can surprise me. Some of my more memorable surprises- my 19th birthday in the dorms; my first pregnancy, my third pregnancy, my 30th birthday party, my cancer diagnosis and let's see...Today. <div><br />
</div><div>Today was a day of suspense and one big surprise and then harsh disappointment. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I went to OHSU to meet my cancer care team. One of my friends with cancer said it well when she likened the day to an upcoming holiday or your birthday. There is big news coming. News just for me. Despite some rough days this week, I had already accepted that I had cancer. Now, I was eagerly awaiting a plan. It was to be an end to these long two weeks. And a start to a journey. I was mostly calm as we checked in and became very impressed with OHSU cancer center. They greeted us and made sure we were comfortable every step of the way.<div><br />
</div><div>First, we met the patient care coordinator I have been on the phone with all week. Very nice, a little sarcastic, but I liked that. She lightens the mood. But yet, he has really been getting the coordination of things done. Next we met the breast surgeon. Dr. Naik. She went over the pathology reports and the CT and PET scans. She was very thorough in explaining the course of treatment. So it looks like 3 months of Chemo,heal for 3-4 weeks, surgery (mastectomy and reconstruction) heal 3-4 weeks, and then radiation. I will also need to take an additional drug called herceptin because I am HERS2 positive. OK this wasn't bad. Much what I expected after talking with some others who are going through or have gone through breast cancer. I wanted to know when we could get started. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Then came the big HOWEVER! </div><div><br />
</div><div>HOWEVER, your ct and PET scans both showed some abnormality in the lymph nodes in the chest.</div><div><br />
</div><div> HUH?? WHAT??? </div><div><br />
</div><div>Medically speaking (and straight from the report) "A left hilar lymph node anterior to the aorta measures 6mm. An additional left hilar lymph node measures 6 mm in short axis and adjacent to the left common carotid artery at the thoracic inlet there is a 5mm lymph node with hypermetabolic activity,suspicious. There is residual thymic tissue in anterior mediastinum that are concerning for metastatic disease"</div><div><br />
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</div><div>What does this mean? It means that there are other lymph nodes that appear suspicious and additional biopsies are needed to rule out these having cancer cells. If they aren't we proceed with previous treatment described. If they are malignant, then my cancer has spread and a new treatment course will be needed. The big word is metastasized. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I met with two other oncologists as well. Dr. Chui and Dr. Duffy. (I wanted to tell my kids that Chewbacca is my dr.) Anyway, both very kind but very serious and honest. If my biposies come back positive for cancer cells, there may not be a cure. FUCK! I don't say that word...ever! But I have to say it now. There has to be a cure. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So, I am now referred to a pulmonary oncologist to do a biopsy of the nodes near my lungs and then I will be doing additional biopsies of more lymph nodes under my arm. They want to know if the cancer did indeed spread. </div><div><br />
</div><div>So all I can do again is sit and wait to see if this cancer is taking over my body. Not going to start treatment....yet. I don't even have a treatment plan.....yet. Don't I have to start getting rid of this stuff NOW! They say it doesn't appear to be growing, but the flip side is. I have to sit and try not to imagine the worst possible scenario........My families life with out me. Because that is the ultimate. I hate to say and I am sorry to be so honest. But it is a reality that could happen. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I am still going to think happy thoughts. Think positive...mostly. But I can't always stop other thoughts from coming. I am walking around numb. The emotions come and go. I went to the store on the way home. (We <u>needed</u> milk, you know.) But when the cashier asked how my day was going I said "pretty good." I wanted to say "pretty shitty actually. Just found out my cancer may have spread." Wonder how she would have like that? But that isn't me. I will smile and know that I am strong and tomorrow I will be stronger than I was today and when they put a scope down my throat to biopsy my lung and nodes...I will be strong. </div><div><br />
</div><div>But sometimes strong is hard. Then into my head pops Kelly Clarkson: </div><div>"<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">What doesn't kill you makes you stronger</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">Stand a little taller</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">Doesn't mean I'm lonely when I'm alone</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">What doesn't kill you makes you fighter</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;">Footsteps even lighter</span><br style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;" /><br />
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My head does some weird things. But let's just pray that the positive thoughts stay there because I don't want to think of the alternative.</div><div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br />
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</div></div>Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-34714982838489270252012-02-14T21:51:00.000-08:002012-02-14T21:51:12.991-08:00Not such a lovely day...Today was hard. HARD. It was the first day that I felt like a patient.<br />
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The day started out fine and normal. Got the kids off to school. Came home and got their little Valentine gifts together for them to have after school. Did the dishes, cleaned up a little...blah blah blah. Seemed pretty normal. Except I am fasting for my PET and CT scans so no yummy latte for me. This would be part of today's problem. Anyway, I then went for my MRI.<br />
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The MRI was at The Vancouver Clinic so I drove myself. I have had an MRI before. On my arm and on my ankle. Those weren't too bad. No problems. But then again one was an open MRI and the other was only my foot sticking in the long hollow tube with a 24 inch circumference. Today, the positioning was much different. In some sado masachistic style the technician placed me on my hands and knees with my face down in a face rest much like that on a massage table. Except this was no massage. I was uncomfortable and suddenly began to feel overwhelmed. I lost it. I simply lost it. It was the first time that this seemed real to me. Here I was with an IV in my arm, looking like a dog and being rolled into a long dark tube in which I would have to stay in this position for 30 minutes without moving. I couldn't do it. This is what hyperventilating feels like. Or so I thought. I know that nothing would happen to me in there. It wasn't going to close in on me. But I could not emotionally let myself be rolled into this tube. This is claustrophobia I guess. One of those irrational fears that I couldn't talk myself out of. I left without having an MRI. Immediately text Nick and told him I needed him to come with me for the PET/CT scan. I did call ahead and make sure that it wasn't the same. At least this wasn't a hallow tube. The PET/CT scanner is more like a big Cheerio in a room with lights changed color. Although I did have a brief freak out moment. I made it through this.<br />
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Going to OHSU felt so weird. The last time I was there was to see my dad after he had a heart attack. Now here I was the patient. I have to tell you they made me feel very welcome the moment I checked in at radiology oncology dept. But once I was back in the small prep room where I would have my second IV for the day I became a little overwhelmed of my reality. But this time, the technician talked me through it. Told me everything. Did things on my cue. Let me calm down. Had me drink some weird tasting water with a special ingredient to make me glow in the tube. (32 oz of this stuff. This is why it is called nuclear medicine I guess.) Then he let me sit in a big comfy hospital recliner for an hour under a warm blanket as all that radioactive glucose coated my insides. Then the scan. Fun stuff. Not so much.<br />
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But man I was exhausted when I was through. And bless his heart, Nick had to just hang out for two hours. I love him. Then he took me to dinner after. Since I had been fasting all day. It was a nice dinner...in the hospital cafeteria. I was that hungry.<br />
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It was hard to be the patient. I had to sit there and let someone else take care of me. Even as I sat in the big comfy chair, supposed to be relaxing, I was thinking about if Nick and not wanting him to be too bored. I was thinking about if the kids made it home ok and if Grandma Mary would be there to feed them dinner. And of course everything was fine. But I still worried about them.<br />
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Today was hard. But tomorrow is a new day. That's what I will tell myself. We meet with a oncology surgeon in the morning and then another try at an MRI (this time with a relaxer) tomorrow night. But I will smile and know "That I can do everything through Him who gives me strength." Phillipians 4:13<br />
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Night.Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-12793242623069615062012-02-13T22:42:00.000-08:002012-02-13T22:42:29.250-08:00Twas the night before Valentine's Day,<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">So, tomorrow is Valentine's Day! The Valentine's are addressed, the BINGO game is ready and I can relax. Yeah right. I was supposed to go help in Ally's classroom with her Valentine's party. Broke my heart when she started crying when I told her I wasn't going to be able to help. My appointments are already getting in the way of activities. I have an MRI at noon and the PET scan at 2:45. This is the reality I am faced with now. This cancer is going to run my life...my families life. Notice I did not say "ruin" my life..but "run" my life. I am not going to let it "ruin" my life.<br />
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One of the hardest things this past week is learning to let go of things and know that it is OK to say NO. This is hard for me. I don't say no. I am a doer. I like to be involved. I feel that things may not go on if I am not involved. I like to know what is going on. That is why I volunteer for activities and I am the "yes girl" for so many things. But I need to learn to say no. I don't want to say no. It ticks me off that this cancer is making me choose and change things that I want to do. I probably won't coach Ally's softball team again this year. How do you throw a softball after a mastectomy? That is my reality. Sure, I don't know my exact course of treatment yet, but truly I will not be able to do this. But, I don't want to tell anyone. And I haven't officially told the team or the league. I don't want to let all those little girls down...to let Ally down. Just another example of how this cancer may "run" my life.<br />
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Another thing I hate...I like to have things planned out. I can't do that right now. I seriously have four different calendars that I write in. (and yet I still forget things). But this cancer...it won't let me plan anything right now. Just doctor appointments. It is so incredibly frustrating. Because truly, I don't know what to expect. Ugh!<br />
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Deep down I know schedules will work out and Ally won't hate me for life for not being at her party or coaching her team again. And although I know that I can make it through this, it still sucks. It is becoming more of a reality. I have cancer. I have said it more lately. More people know. But it still sucks. But tomorrow, I will smile because it is a day of love. A day of friendship and a day of caring.<br />
SO~<br />
Happy Valentine's Day! I have been saying this to my valentine for 20 years. Yes it really has been that long. Where has the time gone? We have grown up together. I have been with Nick for more than half of my life. And believe me I plan on being with him for many more years.<br />
<img height="200" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnxnhbCY5U1qmy1juo1_500.jpg" width="200" /></div>Madonna Underlandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122086620293548925noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3493770435690243311.post-75008820539703325102012-02-10T18:28:00.000-08:002012-02-10T18:28:24.961-08:00Pink is my new favorite color.....<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I always said that I would never start a blog. In fact, I am not sure how I got here. I never thought I would be here. I don't want to be here. Nonetheless, here I am because I need a place to get my thoughts out. You see, I was recently diagnosed with invasive ductal carcinoma. What is that? That is breast cancer. Not just breast cancer but BREAST CANCER. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>How could this have happened? I am only 36..ok 37 next month. I am rather healthy...a bit overweight, but otherwise healthy. I have 3 kids. This isn't supposed to happen to a 36 year old mom with three kids. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>So, how did this all happen? Well, in August 2011 I felt a lump in my armpit. When I had my yearly exam (you know what I mean), I asked the gyne about it. She said it is probably just a swollen lymph node due to stress. Keep an eye on it and we will recheck it later. Well, I believed her. But I didn't go back in 3 months to have it checked. It wasn't until I felt another lump and an "old" (by old I mean 35) mission trek friend announced just after Christmas that she had been diagnosed with cancer. Lump was in the same place....so I thought I should go back. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Although still convinced it was probably just swollen lymph nodes due to stress, my doctor sent me to do a mammogram. Being only 36 I have never had one of these before. It wasn't too bad. I can't say that I enjoyed having my size 40 H (yes that is correct, not a type O) breasts squeezed, moved around and pushed with 15 pounds of pressure as the sweet older lady doing my exam would say, "Don't Breathe. Don't move" Sure, easy for her to say. I go through that..The doctor in radiology looked at them and said, "Do you think you could do that ultrasound now." Sure.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Let me tell you, an ultra sound on your breast is not as fun as an ultra sound you have when you are pregnant. I kept waiting on a little heart beat to show up on those little masses the technician was showing me. You see. When they did the mammogram, they found that connected to the lymph nodes in the left axillary tail was a lump. A lump that I never really felt because of my nature to be so well endowed. If I wouldn't have gone in to ask about the lymph nodes, if I wouldn't have had this mammogram, I would never know that a lump existed.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>At this point, the breast care center doctor was called in and she informed me that they would like to biopsy these spots and could I come tomorrow. This all happened so fast. Mammogram, ultrasound, and then biopsy all in two days.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Nick came with me to the biopsy. They biopsied two areas and drained a cyst. Since one area was a cyst, I began to feel that I the others would come back as cysts or fibroid tissues. I had to sit on this through the weekend, but still felt confident that all would be good. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I made it through the weekend. I went and worked with my kindergarteners on Monday. I kept myself distracted all day knowing that I would need to call nurse Joan at 3:00. At 3:30, I called her from the parking lot of the school. You would think I would have went home, but at this point I was still convinced that this was nothing. I was more worried that she would tell me that it was fibroids and I would have to cut back my caffeine consumption. I was more worried of not being able to frequent Starbucks. Seems pretty petty now.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I told family, I told my prayer Sisters, I told my kids. But I haven' t told anyone else. But now five days after diagnosis and a second opinion, I am ready to let it out. I HAVE CANCER. I actually shouted it in the shower today. No one was home, the house was quiet, but I just needed to shout it. And now, I shout it here. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Next week, I have some blood work, a MRI, a PET (CT) Scan and meet with a team of doctors at OHSU. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>I am ok. Nick has been amazing figuring out insurance stuff and my kids took it pretty well. They really don't know what is going on. They just thought it was particularly funny that I kept saying breast. And I should add that when we told them Nick says "Remember, We are all in this together." The kids and I crack up and instantly start singing High School Musical. "We're all in this together." Zac Efron would be proud. That' s how we are. Put a spin of humor on it and it all seems ok.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Now, I am going to keep on keepin on. I will work. I will go to my kids sports games. I will smile. This is my life.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Since this has happened, I keep seeing all these great posts and quotes. Here is my favorite one this week.</i></span><br />
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