This year, I registered for the Komen Race for the Cure because I want to make an impact in the fight against breast cancer. Please consider making a tax-deductible donation today in support of my fundraising efforts.
You can donate online with your credit card by clicking the button above my fundraising thermometer.
Your support helps us get one step closer to a world without breast cancer. 75 percent of the money raised through the Race stays in the community to fund local breast cancer education, screening and treatment programs. The remaining 25 percent supports groundbreaking breast cancer research.
Together, we are fueling the best science, boldest community and biggest impact in the fight against breast cancer. And we will not stop until this disease is gone forever. That’s our promise. Will you please join me in this fight by making a donation today?
March 27th, 2012 I was given the news that all three tumors were malignant and I would need to have a bilateral mastectomy. The surgery was completed on April 13th. I was given four weeks of recovery time and on May 10th I was given my first round of chemo therapy. I had six treatments of a powerful cocktail consisting of three drugs; Taxotere, Carboplatin and Herceptin. These were administered every three weeks for eighteen weeks. The drugs were extremely harsh and caustic to my system. They were aggressive because my cancer was so aggressive. This was followed by thirty radiation treatments given concurrently with more chemo. I had an additional twelve chemo treatments of the drug, Herceptin. On May 10, 2013 (one year from my first treatment) I will be given my LAST chemo therapy. The next day, May 11th I will attempt to walk the Race for the Cure in Boise.
This has been a grueling year for me but it was made easier by your emotional support and prayer.Today I am seeking your financially support. If you are able to support me financially in the cause for a cure for cancer, I say THANK YOU. If not, I know that you will be cheering me on, applauding for me and walking with me in your hearts.
All my love,
My mother has a way with words–it’s a gift she’s been given. She never knew she’d become a blog writer. We began this journey one year ago, and it was not one I was prepared to take. Mothers are invincible, and they know everything (I mean everything). When I’m trying to figure out how to be a mom, I call my mom. The thought of not having her there to call was unbearable.
I asked my mom if I could document this journey. She obliged the request. Only instead of words, I wanted pictures and video. I wanted to capture her smile–even if it was brief. I wanted to capture her voice–so I could keep it forever. I wanted to capture everything so that when we looked back, we would see how far we’ve come.
Thank you, Mom. You gave me the greatest gift this year–allowing me to be part of this journey. So, I’ve taken a few of the bits and pieces and put them together. I know that 3 minutes does not give justice to the long year we had, but it does show journey we’ve been on!
We have so much to be thankful for this holiday season! Last night, we spent Christmas Eve with Mom’s side of the family, and for the briefest of moments, time stood still. I looked around the room at all of the loving people that I am so privileged to call my family. It seems that with each passing year our family grows stronger. There’s nobody I’d rather spend time with!
I’m not as eloquent at blogging as my mother, but she wanted me to let you know that last night she was admitted into the hospital. Her body has tolerated much since her diagnosis in March, but the last treatment has shown us all that even our “Wonder Mom” has physical limits.
So, I’m pulling the “daughter card” right now. I’ve told her that she needs all of her energy to take care of herself. Please continue to send your words of encouragement and inspiration through e-mail and posting to her blog. And most of all, please keep praying. Because she needs as much rest as she can get, we are requesting that she does not have any visitors to the hospital.
I will keep you posted on her progress.
I’m sitting with Mom during her second chemotherapy treatment. The chairs were uncomfortable, so I crawled up in bed with her. We’ve spent the morning talking with the volunteer, social worker, doctor, and nurses. Now I’m teaching Mom a few tricks on the MacBook. She’s in good spirits (obviously–look at the pictures). Even with no hair, she’s still BEAUTIFUL! The people at MSTI are wonderful. Just wish we could get a pedicure during the 4.5 hour treatment.
Explaining cancer to a three-year-old is, well, not easy. Maxton knows Grandma is sick and that her chest hurts right now. Early last night, Mom made the mistake of telling him she’d show him her drainage bag (hand grenade, as she would call it). I can’t remember why she said she’d show him–it might have been to explain to him why he couldn’t roughhouse around her.
Later, as we were sitting on the back porch, he came up to me and said, “I have to ask Grandma something.” I told him to go ahead. He climbed up behind her and said, “Grandma, what about the bag?” For a while we couldn’t figure out what he was talking about–we were celebrating Carter’s birthday, and he was a little bummed that his brother got a lot of presents–maybe that was it.
Maxton was getting frustrated because we didn’t know what he meant. Finally, he lifted up his shirt and said, “Grandma, you know the bag? You said you’d show me.” We laughed, and Mom showed him the bag. “I want one,” was his response. We smiled and told him he didn’t really want one, but my mom, being the giving Grandma that she is, promised to make him a bag of his own.
I just hope that my son doesn’t want to walk around all summer with a “bag” under his shirt so he can be like Grandma.
Thank you, Grandma for being so giving. If you can’t muster up the energy to make him a “bag”, I promise I will forgive you 😉