Sad for a friend

Today I ran into another Keller Williams agent that just had surgery on his neck. Within one month, a tumor grew and he found out that though it didn't appear on MRI to be cancer, that the surgeon said it looked like it was. I couldn't help but get sad for him and his lovely family. What choked me up was when he talked about the things that could've happened during the surgery and how lucky he was that that didn't happen. I said to him, "Yeah, but even if it did it doesn't matter because your alive." He and his wife, now having entered the cancer realm knew what I meant, and he said, " Its true. Life is so precious." It killed me. It killed me because I was/am so sad that another person has to look at life in such a serious paradigm shifted way. Sad, that they are sad.
Off to do a few massages. On my merry little way. Loving it..

Heart Racing Morning

One of my all time favorite things in life is to hear the VERY early morning birds chirp.  Oh, that little brat in me that LOVES to wake people up, just feels like a kid at christmas every single morning I hear those sweet little chirps.  I am up before them this morning.  I couldn't sleep, so I found myself inch my way over to D, like a babe trying to find its mom.  I needed to be touched, even if he is sound asleep and all I could have contact with was his foot.  I wanted to wake him up, and open all the christmas presents, to get him up with me and talk, (I'm laughing) but I won't.  If my younger sister Wendy was here, she'd be up for sure.  Not that I disrespect her less, I just love and I know she finds delight (laughing, delight, yeah sure!)  in my early morning wakings.  Delight, uh wiendel??  It doesn't matter,  I will anyways, I am your older sister : )  

But this is way too early.  I just can't freakin' sleep.  My heart is going to jump out of my chest with all the anxieties of having Breast Cancer.  You know, now that I have my business cards, my I am going to kick this thing and so I need to make it a business.  A business of Kicking Ass, it helps to legitimize it for me.  Thanks again D, for telling me I needed to get some made.  Anyways, anyone at anytime throughout my day, I just tell them, "I just got diagnosed with breast cancer."  I tell the bank teller, I tell the hardware clerks, I tell everyone.  I want everyone to know, that I GOT IT.  That they CAN GET IT, and women need to check their breasts.  It also helps me to just tell someone.  Everyone.  Pass it on.  So I hand them a card, with this blog address on it.

This would be the one time in my small town self, that I don't care if everyone gossips about me.  Let everyone be shocked.  Maybe the shock will remind them to check their breasts or remind those men to tell their wives to check their breasts more often.  

Yesterday was a fun day.  Sometimes in life, we just don't know why our heart tells us to do things but we all know that if you follow your heart it is always the right thing.  Almost 10 years ago (is this when that little ittzy bittzy cell went haywire), I dated a guy for a year whose mom had breast cancer that had come back for a second time.   She went through her treatment the year we dated, this all makes more sense to me know.  I think one of the reasons Spirit had me date him,  so that she would be one of my rocks through this.  I was in her life just enough that there is a comfortableness around her that my heart during this rough time can find solace and trust whatever she is telling me.  Yesterday I met up with her finally and we took a walk around Greenlake.  

She showed me her port, since she's a little stats monger, she told me that she is 1 of 2 women in America that our Oncologist knows of, that has had their ports in this long to have the continued Herceptin treatments, for nine years.  She is almost 74, and as active as could be, she had a faster stride then myself around that lake.  She told me that I will not need, I am going to say this again, I will NOT NEED to get a bone marrow transplant.  See, what happens with this whole being a newbie at Breast Cancer is if someone mentions to me, "Will you need a Bone Marrow Transplant?"  I get freaked out.  People are trying to help because they are scared for me.  But in reality, in me trying to stay present, I have just been ripped from that place and now start worrying about that.  

Luckily, she said I won't.  I was starting to worry that my whole body was going to be almost killed off from this chemo.  Like if my skin was just going to start peeling off from my bones.  Note to all, please don't ask "Future" questions.  You'll know if I need to get some horrid thing done, as I will "tell" you.  Okie Dokie??  

The count down is on for surgery.  There is a part of me that doesn't want this tumor gone. How do I explain this?  It's kind of part of me.  Hell, I made it.  It's some weird thing.  Did I tell you guys yet that the first week and my first Oncology appointment I tried convincing D and my Doc that I could handle being awake for my surgery and that I wanted to watch them take it out ( am I a control freak or what).  I don't want to miss seeing it.  I had my appendix taken out, and I still wish I could've seen that.  Like a tooth that had fallen out and swallowed before you realize, its just gone.  I told the Doc, I've dissected bodies before (in a cadaver class, don't worry I am not a serial killer) I can handle it!!  

My surgeon was glad that I have decided to not be awake.  He said, "It just doesn't happen."  But I am not the first that has wanted that they both said.  So, I have to remember, in fact on D's little iphone, I had him put a note on surgery day to bring the digital camera!  Oh, that kid on Christmas morning is jumping up and down inside me again.  Do you know what that means?  Some great pic's are soon to come!