I love adventure.
Including teaching middle school.
I have great friends.
And I have breast cancer.
This is my story.
Today is Mother’s Day. My last post was on the day that mom died, December 30th. Someone recently let me know that there are followers of my blog who don’t actually know me and are curious about how I’m doing. Time for another post. Hopefully my last. I’m feeling good. In many ways, I am … More Many Ways to Give
There may be light at the end of the tunnel, but it is still very dark. The hole is closed, the stitches are out, and I have hope that my skin will stay intact. I had another infusion on Christmas Eve and have only two more to go. Soon the port will come out, and … More There May Be Light
The hole is closed, and hopefully it stays closed! Because it’s me, there’s a story…… I didn’t want to be put out, so I was awake the whole time. Just as the surgery was about to start, the power went out. I was waiting in the room when I saw the lights flicker and heard … More Light at the End of the Tunnel
Remember that surgical wound that opened three and a half months after the second surgery? A month later, and the hole is still there, unchanged. Nothing has healed. It’s still open and still oozing, although less than before. To try to avoid a third surgery, he said I could pack it, myself, every day, for … More The Hole
I often puzzle my doctors. The story continues. Hole Last week one of my surgical wounds opened, 3 ½ months after the second surgery. Liquid dripped out of me. For days, I worried that I would need another surgery. Well, it turns out that it shouldn’t be sewn back up! The plastic surgeon thinks that … More Always a Puzzle
Surgery was two weeks ago today. Since it’s me, things didn’t go perfectly smoothly. Really Good News Pathology report showed no evidence of cancer, anywhere. The cancer surgeon said that it is extremely rare to have cancer in the lymph nodes before chemotherapy and no cancer afterwards. I could not have had a better response … More Surgery
This has been a year from hell. Starting in August, when dad fractured his back, it has been one thing after another: dad in rehab, realizing he can never go home, my moving them to assisted living, furnishing the new place since their furniture was too big, my cancer diagnosis, horrible holidays, dad’s death, clearing … More Mom