Friday, November 28, 2008
I'm thankful for the time I had with Claire this morning when she was sitting in my lap, both of us still in our pjs, and the bubbling giggles that came out of her every time I hiccuped in her ear.
I'm thankful for friends who came over and shared a wonderful meal with us.
I'm thankful for more friends who came over (and brought their sweet grandma with them) and shared dessert (and bourbon) with us.
I'm thankful for the chipotle rubbed turkey and roasted sweet potatoes and yams Huz made.
I'm thankful for the mashed potatoes, dressing, and bourbon pumpkin cheesecake my friend made.
I'm thankful for the pumpkin pie with spiced walnut streusel that I made.
I'm thankful for wine.
I'm thankful for laughter.
I'm thankful for candlelight.
I'm thankful for life, good doctors, early detection of illness, and a good prognosis.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Right now I'm thankful for small things, only this feels like a BIG thing.
THANK YOU JESUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
Saturday, November 22, 2008
This is really happening to me and I could die.
Surgery is scheduled for Monday, December 8th - two days before my 14th wedding anniversary. I'm going to be so freaking hot for our day of celebration. NOT.
I am scared and angry and, most of all, I feel helpless. This is all just happening TO me without me having any say in the matter. We weren't even wanting to, but to be told that you can't have another child for a year after radiation treatment has got to be one of the most disempowering things. Procreation (or not) should be my choice, not somebody else's. Being told that you can Cancer, but it's the "best kind to have," is a bunch of malarky. I have CANCER. I could DIE from anesthesia. This is fucking ridiculous. I have a right to feel scared and freaked out and depressed. Yes, the odds are on my side, but right now I just need to feel allowed to feel these emotions. |
Wednesday, November 19, 2008Here are a few if you are interested.
Of course I'm only trying to read the ones with good endings and not the ones that had the same diagnosis that I have but turned out to be something different. I can't handle that thought right now. |
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
First, I got a dozen red roses from Huz on Friday. Then, I got three different bouquets at work yesterday.
Check it out.
These are from 2 students who know about my diagnosis and were sweet enough to bring me flowers and a card.
These are from another student who doesn't neccessarily know about my diagnosis, but gave them to me as an office warming present (I just moved into a new office last week).
And these? These are the prettiest of them all and I have NO IDEA who they are from. There is no signature on the card and the florist had no name either. It's not from my mom, husband, boss, or co-workers. Oh the intrigue! I have a secret admirer! :)
Saturday, November 15, 2008
There is no road map before me. I've never done this before and I don't know how I'm "supposed" to feel. Huz has never done this before either and I'm sure he doesn't know how to feel, but, as always, he remains my steady rock of support. I came home last night after a long day of waiting at the Dr's. office as they "fit me in" for a surgery consult (this basically entailed me sitting on my ass for 3 hours before being seen) to a house filled with the smells of a homemade Indian meal, a dozen red roses, and these awesome (awesome!) cookies. He's a great partner and I'm blessed that he's mine and that he kind of likes me.
The consult was how most probably are: very straight forward and full of facts and risks. Surgeons are not know for their empathy or bedside manner, not that he was horrible, but he was lacking in the "I'm sorries" for sure. After an hour with him and hearing that there is a risk of infection or bleeding during surgery, I had another ultrasound of my neck. He saw that some lymph nodes on my left side were a bit enlarged and said that I'd have to have another needle biopsy on those to see if they were cancerous. If so, he'll have to remove them in surgery too which will double the time of the thyroidectomy (2.5 - 4 hours) and that the 2 inch scar will be larger as he'd have to cut closer toward my ear.
Great. Just freaking great.
I'm already dreading this scar (or the "second smile" as I'm calling it) and wondering if I'm going to look like a human jigsaw puzzle. I think that's what I'm dealing with mostly at the moment - other than being pissed that this is actually happening to me (I'm a good person, damn it!) - that my body will be marred and my self image (which is already dangerously close to the edge) will be in danger of falling way low.
I hate this.
The surgery won't be until January, so I have loads of time to ride this roller coaster. Good times. |
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
This, my friends, is the face of cancer. I received the shocking and still unbelievable diagnosis of thyroid cancer yesterday.
While I've always been fearful of getting such a diagnosis (I'm a bit of a hypochondriac by nature and have always been terrified of cancer), I never thought I'd get it so soon in life. I mean, I'm only 32 years old. Thyroid cancer does not run in my family, nor do I have a history of radiation to the head (other than standard dental x-rays). I think I'm still processing the fact that this is happening to me and that the big "C" is real and inside of me.
I know that attitude and the mind-body connection is real and plays a big part in healing, so I refuse to be down about this. I'm sure waves of emotion will eventually come and that I'll be angry, sad, scared, etc., but right now I'm coasting on denial. That and the fact that several physicians I've spoken to have told me repeatedly that this type of cancer (stage 1 thyroid) is the best kind to get and completely curable in people my age. I have to get my entire thyorid removed, take an iodine radiation pill, and will have to take hormones for the rest of my life. If that means getting rid of the rogue cells, I can handle it. Think of me and pray for me in the upcoming weeks as this reality settles in and plans for the surgery progress. Thank you kind friends, family, and internet strangers alike. |
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Here's a few from the pumpkin patch down the street. There are some AWESOME ones of her and Huz and of her and me, but for some reason I'm having trouble converting them from RAW files to JPEG files and Flickr won't take them. WTF!? Anyone have any advice!?
These are terrible pictures, but they're the only ones I have of her in her duck costume.
Me: Claire, what's a duck say?
Claire: Moo. |