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Medical Update: Good News Bad News

blessingsWhen I came out of surgery on December 2, the nurses greeted me with congratulations that my lymph node showed no signs of cancer—and the doctor conveyed the same information to my husband.

Yet, we understood they were sending more tests in from the surgery, and it would be a week before we knew the results. It turned out to be a good news, bad news sort of thing.

They actually removed three sentinel nodes, and of the three, one showed signs of cancer and two did not. The good news—no more surgery—assuming all goes as expected. Which means, I keep my breasts. Bad news, this means chemo.

I am waiting for a call from the chemo doctor—and also from the radiation doctor—or whatever their official titles may be.

Until I meet with the doctors I have no idea what is in store for me. Will I take the chemo orally as some patients do, or will I have to go in for lengthy treatments where the medication is administered through a port? Am I going to lose my hair? Well, my hair has never been my crowing glory and they say it grows in thicker. Will I get sick from the treatments? If so, how sick? I would prefer to avoid the entire process, but that ain’t gunna happen—and I will do what I have to do.

Any prayers coming my way would be most appreciated.

In spite of the recent struggles, I’ve many blessings to be grateful for this Christmas season. I’ve amazing family and friends, and a supportive spouse. While we can’t visit our daughter and her family as we hoped to this Christmas—simply not up to the long car trip with all that has been going on recently—our house is all decorated for the holidays and we have a new electric fireplace which Don and I have been enjoying. I remember Christmases past when our kids would  visit us in Havasu and we’d ask them if they’d like us to put a fire in the fireplace, and then we would turn on the TV where cable had a fireplace channel. Our son, Scott, would roll his eyes and say, “You guys are weird.” I wonder what he’d think of our electric fireplace. Maybe it is not a fireplace like when we lived in the mountains—but it is perfect for Havasu.

As time moves on, I learn more and more to cherish the blessings that come my way.

Surprise birthday parties and jumping life’s hurdles…

SONY DSCMy sweet daughter Elizabeth and my son-in-law Joe, threw me an amazing surprise birthday party almost two weeks ago. It was a welcomed escape from all that has been going on—losing Don’s mother and my diagnoses with breast cancer.

This past Tuesday I went in for my lumpectomy—stage 2 breast cancer. The good news, according to the doctor there was no cancer in my lymph node. There are still more test they are running, so next week I’ll have a better idea of what I have ahead. I know there will be radiation, but I am praying no chemo.

Initially I considered a mastectomy, because that way I could avoid radiation, something I was reluctant to undergo since I had radiation for my first cancer back in 1978 (malignant olfactory nerve) and a radiation pill on my second cancer about eight years ago (thyroid cancer).

But according to the doctor, mastectomy instead of lumpectomy in my situation wasn’t really necessary, and in only 20% cases do they need to go back in and take more of the breast. After surgery my doctor told my husband it looks like we made the right choice, so I’m taking that to mean no more cutting. At least, I sure hope so.

Happy to report I’ve felt pretty great since I came home from the hospital Tuesday afternoon. Yesterday I had a lot of energy, and in relatively no pain. Today I’m a bit drowsy, but suspect it is because I’ve been taking some pain pills. Yet overall, I feel good.

Keeping good thoughts and soliciting prayers so that next week’s visit with my doctor will bring more good news.

Love, loss, struggles and the power of family…

flowers DorisTo say 2014 has been a challenge for my husband and me would be an understatement. We spent most of the summer dealing with Don’s knee infection which involved emergency surgery and six week of in-home IV treatment—three times a day administered by yours truly.

Just when Don was able to start enjoying life again we went to visit our daughter and her family in their new Sacramento home only to cut our trip short when my mother-in-law, Doris, was hospitalized. After two weeks in the hospital, and two surgeries, Doris passed away in intensive care, while Don held one of her hands and I held the other.

In spite of the fact Doris was 86, her death came as an unexpected shock to us. Her father had made it to just a few months shy of his 100th birthday and the day before her death we were told she’d be released from the hospital in a few days and that physically she was doing well.

Doris lived in a little house on our property, and my mother (also 86) lives with us. Mom took Doris’ death especially hard—losing a lifelong friend from her own generation, whom she shared so many memories.

In the midst of planning Doris’ memorial service and settling her estate, I was diagnosed with stage two breast cancer. I’m having surgery the first part of December.

One thing I am reminded of through all of this is what a wonderful—seriously—truly remarkable—family I’ve been blessed with. Not just our two amazing adult children and their supportive and loving spouses, and our two grandchildren, but my mother, sister and all the extended family—like Don’s cousins on the Talbot side of the family, who are always there when we need them.

Doris’s memorial service proved to be a love fest as we were surrounded by friends and family, many of whom came a long way to be by our side—from Texas, Missouri, Montana, Oregon and California.

I will get through the breast cancer—not just because I’ve already been through cancer twice and lived to tell the tale (malignant olfactory nerve in 1978 and thyroid cancer in 2005) but because I’ve the love and support of such an amazing family. Plus, I’m stubborn as hell. Just ask Don.

In preparing for my battle I’m making a radical change to my diet, focusing on foods cancer hates and eliminating foods cancer loves—like sugar—from my diet. I’ll be working with doctors I trust to fight this battle, while at the home front doing all I can to starve those little bastard cancer cells.

This morning for breakfast I had a tossed green salad, Alaskan salmon, humus, cucumber slices and almonds. Was quite yummy.

I am also getting back to writing Haunting Danielle, Book 3 (with my alter ego Anna J. McIntyre) while working on my treadmill desk (which I am doing right now). I took several weeks off, but now time to get back to writing and taking care of myself. I’d hoped to release Haunting Danielle, Book 3 January 1, 2015, but  now I am shooting for sometime in January 2015.

If anyone can recommend some proven books on cancer fighting foods, please share!