Mark and I went in all prepared for me to get my blood drawn and I read on the doctors orders that I need to fast! Grrrrr... So I will have blood drawn tomorrow at 8:15.
My second treatment went well except that I was not supposed to take off a little sticker that was left on my body for a purpose...I don't remember anyone telling me to leave it on. Now I know.
When I was in the dressing room getting my clothes out of the locker, there was a lady standing there trying to figure out who was in her dressing room (there is only one) and I told her that it was me. She smiled and told me that today is her last treatment and how many did I have left...she tried to sound encouraging when I said 31 :) She asked me if I had breast cancer and I said yes and when I asked her about her cancer, she said that hers had metastasized by the time that it was discovered. She had gone in complaining about back pain near her kidney and they found a tumor deep in her breast. When she said " there is no cure for me" I felt a sort of out of body experience. She has been going through one chemo or another and now a few radiation treatments to try to slow it down I guess. She's been doing this for over 2 years! She looked great! If you saw her on the street you would not know that she is not well! We chatted for quite awhile about our treatments and how we feel and so on. She asked me if I had lost my hair and that it was gorgeous :) and she made my day of course! I introduced myself just as I was about to leave ( I got ungowned and dressed in front of her) and she introduced herself to me. I felt like I had known her for a very long time. I think there is a certain kinship with 'boobless' women. There was a quiet strength and courage that I felt as I walked out of that room.
Then I cried as I told Mark about this brave lady and once again determined that I am so grateful for every day that the Lord has given me. I also committed not to whine because my head feels like it has cotton on the right side and because I have a sinus headache (I think)....of course you know that is not true...I will whine again and again the Lord will put someone in my path like this lady today to remind me that all is well....don't sweat the small stuff and it is all small stuff!
Aug.2012
Mark and I ready for Blades wedding
The first ring
Dec. 7 2011
the bell of Victory!
Reading the plaque
Patients ring this bell on their last treatment.
5 comments:
Mom you are SO inspiring! We all need to be thankful for each day! If that woman you met can be thankful in the midst of what is now unstoppably (is that a word?) growing in her body, then we can most certainly do her honor and appreciate every single day, good or bad, and to realize our bad days aren't that bad. Thank you for sharing mom. I love you! <3 TWO DOWN, ONLY 31 TO GO! WOO HOO!
Whit
I love you and your strength Mother. I wish I could do this walk for you. Thank you for putting life into perspective...again:)
Thanks again for sharing how you connect with those around you. And I absolutely love the comments from your girls as well. What a team you all make! Love, Patti
I felt a little choked up when you shared her story..Don't sweat the small stuff, Hummm, I think that's what Blade told me when I was all dramatic and told him I was trying to finish the projects for Christmas "just in case" for me. Drama must run in our family. I missed our evening prayer that you send me every night so that must be why I have a stiff neck! I enjoy reading your blog, the strength you have to carry you through your journey. Love you much
Prima **I am always amazed by the things that happen to show us how much we have to be grateful for.
It also shows me that there are some very brave people in this world including you.
Love you**Fina
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