The latest installment.
Bet you thought this little collection of short stories was over, huh?
No such luck.
It's a short one and not all that funny.
It's been quite some time since I've had anything new to add to this volume. It's unusual that anything catches me by surprise these days. You might want to sit down for this part- I actually sometimes go entire days without thinking about it or the effect it has had on my life. OK. So maybe that has changed now that I have my sister on my coattails in this journey.
It was so simple. It happened so quickly I did not notice.
I was cooking today. Uhoh. Should have warned you to sit down first. I hope Howie is not reading this. He might pass out from the shock. Then again, he'd say baking chicken in the oven is not cooking. Anyway, moments after removing said chicken from the oven this afternoon, I notice a moderate sized stain on my shirt. Right at the breast level. Well.. it would be at the breast level if I had actual breasts.. so let's say foob level.. OK? My guess is that anyone with an intact peripheral nerve system or maybe even anyone with actual breasts and not foobs would have noticed if they hit a HOT, FRESH FROM THE OVEN pan of chicken with their chest. Nope. Not me.
Perhaps this is an advantage of having foobs that I had not considered before. If only they were larger, I might be able to use them as oven mitts. Aggh. Just kidding. Lousy cancer humor.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
A free lunch, almost
Of course nothing is free. But it's close.
I made a photobook recently on this new site, Artscow.com. I have to admit, I've never done one before. I posted about it in another entry recently where I shared my first digi layout. In the meantime, the book arrived. I am totally hooked! Love how it came out, even without many bells and whistles. I am definitely going to make a few more.
And, I am going to share with you, my friends. :)
With the book, came 10 codes for 10 more photo books. So, I have 10 codes to give away. The book is free, but you do pay shipping and handling charges totalling $13.99. You pay nothing else. The fees are on the high side because the company is actually in Hong Kong. I am amazed that you get a totally custom made 30 page book, including custom covers, for this price. Don't I sound like an infomercial? Anyway, I have 10 of these codes to give away (I still have several credits for free books myself). They expire on 8/7/08. Let me know if you want one or more codes.
I made a photobook recently on this new site, Artscow.com. I have to admit, I've never done one before. I posted about it in another entry recently where I shared my first digi layout. In the meantime, the book arrived. I am totally hooked! Love how it came out, even without many bells and whistles. I am definitely going to make a few more.
And, I am going to share with you, my friends. :)
With the book, came 10 codes for 10 more photo books. So, I have 10 codes to give away. The book is free, but you do pay shipping and handling charges totalling $13.99. You pay nothing else. The fees are on the high side because the company is actually in Hong Kong. I am amazed that you get a totally custom made 30 page book, including custom covers, for this price. Don't I sound like an infomercial? Anyway, I have 10 of these codes to give away (I still have several credits for free books myself). They expire on 8/7/08. Let me know if you want one or more codes.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Here we go again
Hold on tight.
The rollercoaster is back in operation.
It all starts all over again on Monday.
My sister will have a lumpectomy and sentinal node biopsy on Monday. She had a core needle biopsy last week.
Almost 2 years to the day that my hair fell out, she'll be starting on this ^&@%^* path.
That ride to the top of the coaster, in the darkness, is one of the scariest parts of the journey. I hope that having stood by, watching me ride this monster, has made this a tiny bit easier. Not sure anything can. Not sure that she totally gets it all yet. She told me how everyone keeps telling her that she needs to put herself first now. Even if I thought I understood that at the start, I didn't. You may remember my little essay (it was published as part of a scrapbook page in the May issue of Memory Makers Magazine) about how I thought my breast cancer diagnosis was simply going to be a little bump in the road of life. It turned out not to be a bump in the road, but a huge, SUV-swallowing pot hole that put me on a whole new road altogether.
The events of the last 2 weeks led my daughter to ask a question that no 11 yr old should ever have to ask. She asked "How old should I be when I go for my bilateral?" She's just barely starting to grow breasts and is wondering when she should have them removed. She's a bright, insightful and mature child. But, she is a child! It breaks my heart to have to have these discussions.
Still, I grew up with some of the same thinking. I planned that I would have my ovaries out after I had my children. I was iffy on the whole breast thing, but confident on the ovary issue. Ovarian cancer scared me more than breast cancer because it is so hard to detect. I don't know how old I was when I made these decisions. Obviously, these decisions I later abandoned until I was actually diagnosed with cancer. I think it was more an evolution than a single decision. But, Rachel, for now, has her mind made up. She's looking for risk reduction to the nth degree. Sadly, we have nothing else to offer. I hope by the time she needs to act, there are other choices. Not just a cure, but prevention.
The rollercoaster is back in operation.
It all starts all over again on Monday.
My sister will have a lumpectomy and sentinal node biopsy on Monday. She had a core needle biopsy last week.
Almost 2 years to the day that my hair fell out, she'll be starting on this ^&@%^* path.
That ride to the top of the coaster, in the darkness, is one of the scariest parts of the journey. I hope that having stood by, watching me ride this monster, has made this a tiny bit easier. Not sure anything can. Not sure that she totally gets it all yet. She told me how everyone keeps telling her that she needs to put herself first now. Even if I thought I understood that at the start, I didn't. You may remember my little essay (it was published as part of a scrapbook page in the May issue of Memory Makers Magazine) about how I thought my breast cancer diagnosis was simply going to be a little bump in the road of life. It turned out not to be a bump in the road, but a huge, SUV-swallowing pot hole that put me on a whole new road altogether.
The events of the last 2 weeks led my daughter to ask a question that no 11 yr old should ever have to ask. She asked "How old should I be when I go for my bilateral?" She's just barely starting to grow breasts and is wondering when she should have them removed. She's a bright, insightful and mature child. But, she is a child! It breaks my heart to have to have these discussions.
Still, I grew up with some of the same thinking. I planned that I would have my ovaries out after I had my children. I was iffy on the whole breast thing, but confident on the ovary issue. Ovarian cancer scared me more than breast cancer because it is so hard to detect. I don't know how old I was when I made these decisions. Obviously, these decisions I later abandoned until I was actually diagnosed with cancer. I think it was more an evolution than a single decision. But, Rachel, for now, has her mind made up. She's looking for risk reduction to the nth degree. Sadly, we have nothing else to offer. I hope by the time she needs to act, there are other choices. Not just a cure, but prevention.
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