One in eight women will get breast cancer. On January 30th of this year, after a month of scans and tests, I officially became a “one.”
Stage 2 Invasive Ductal Carcinoma in situ Her2+, to be precise, has been my every day life for 2018. I have had 16 rounds of chemo and will have a lumpectomy at the end of the month, during which they will also take at least one lymph node and remove my chemo port. After I heal from that, I will begin an unknown number of radiation treatments followed by hormone blockers for the next 5 – 10 years.
So, this year is all about “saving second base.” I feel lucky to have been given a good prognosis. There are no guarantees, they tell me, but I am responding well to treatment. I have good doctors and hope to not have to see them every other week by 2019.
And, yes, my oncologist did my hair. I think I paid too much. I wake up every morning with fuzz-frizz. 😉
Well, PAD is over and I wrote a poem for each of the thirty days. I kind of miss it and am kind of relieved it’s over. We lost our beloved Daisy Dog this past weekend, so I am taking a little break. There will be more poetry when the muse strikes, y’all know how that goes. In the meantime, I am planning to restart The Write List (@thewritelist) on Twitter tomorrow, assuming there are no more surprises. Life is precarious at best. I am still writing every day and will reach 500 links on my Write Chain, soon. Plus, I hope to participate in Camp NaNo in July to do some editing. We’ll see. It’s just too quiet around here and I may have to go do something else for a while. The garden needs work, maybe. Anyway, peace out (for now).
Today is my Mom’s birthday. She would have been 71 years old and still a newlywed…and still rescuing/caring for/feeding cats. Not just her own, but herds of strays that gathered in various places within an hour of her home. She loved these animals, fought for them and did whatever she could do for them on her tight budget. She grew up an only child and they were her brothers and sisters. I remember in ’92, when she had emergency surgery for a temporal aneurysm, the doctor told me she was severely malnourished. She was living with about 30 cats and had been starving herself to feed them.
She suffered several emotional traumas in her young life and (as a result?) had earned a Master’s Degree in Psychology. She was good at it too, but continued to suffer setbacks as her life progressed. She was a GOOD Mom. She was exactly the Mom I needed. My brother and I always knew she loved us, no matter how bad we’d screwed up…and we DID screw up. LOL!
I’ve learned a lot about my Mom since she was killed last year. I knew she loved to write, but I didn’t know she wrote poetry and had never read any of it. I found some pages in her things that just awed me. 🙂 I knew she respected her Mother quite a bit, but I never knew how much she truly loved her or how much it crushed her when Mama Katie passed away.
Last year on this day, I was in a funeral parlor planning her funeral. Strange how things happen? Tomorrow is the day she was cremated and Thursday is the day she was buried. So, in less than a 2 week span, I remember her death, birthday, cremation and burial. 2 weeks from today is my own birthday…I was 2 weeks late. Do the math. 😉
Today is going to be a happy day. I miss her so terribly, but she wouldn’t have me upset on her birthday. So I am going to get off the computer-get to baking, writing, crocheting and maybe take some random pics. And I am going to do these things WITH her as well as FOR her.
Happy Birthday Mom – enjoy the party!
If you’ve gotten this far, Thank You So Much for reading!