Monday, June 16, 2014

Checkup went well

I went in for my 1 year anniversary. Xrays, blood work and exam were all good. There is no sign that I have any more cancer. So we have come a long way. I will still be followed every 6 months because it can recur in the first 5 years.   So we don't say cured yet. But we say we are good for now.

And with that, I will sign off from the blog. Peace, love, and the biggest thank-you in the world to all those who really carried me to here with their support, kindness, soup, flowers, patience, humor, and empathy. 

Saturday, June 14, 2014

check up Monday

I return to the oncologist Monday for my 1 year anniverary appointment. I get a chest xray, liver checking blood work. This is where we see if it is gone. I am at significant rist for recurrence in the lst 5 years. And the oncologist said that if it comes back, it will be metastatic (probably in lungs, brain or liver). So the good news is that I don't need a bunch of scans, and no mammograms. Just the chest xray, liver blood tests, and exam. The bad news would be if it came back. So we just wait and see, and try to handle whatever comes.

For today, just clearing out the attic in a garage sale. We cleared about $120. After 2 weeks of sweat, dust, heart wrenching separation from things like my son's lamby (don't worry, we had 2, we just got rid of one), we are rich. I did have to pull back at the last minute the Peter Pan DVD, book of fairy poems. Some guy bought my Hank Williams, Sr. CD before I could get it back. The rest went to Cause for Paws resale shop. Which is where I get all my formal attire anyway.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Almost 1 year

As I approach the 1 year anniversary of my diagnosis, I am thankful for for what I am getting back. Swimming for example.

Monday, June 2, 2014

swimming and eating gravel

Things here are going just fine, we think. I have had a few bumps, had to have another drain placed, then got it out. A little fluid has come back, but the ostrich approach seems to be successful so far. 

Sunday, went into a pool for the lst time since diagnosis. Chemo makes you not allowed to go in the pool, and then there was surgery and the drains.  It was cold, but good.  I have a little hair now, and it is constantly misbehaving. So I covered it in a sun hat.

Today, I went jogging. So happy to do this again, in the sun, with the dog, listening to a good beat. When all of a sudden, this concrete thing was on my face with a thud. I realized it was the ground, and that I had tripped and fallen so fast that I couldn't process all that. I hit my chin, my knees and hands. I had just enough blood dripping to gross out my child when I arrived at the house. But not enough to connotate a real injury.