As of April 2, 2012, this blog became the place for documenting our New Adventure called Breast Cancer. Basically it's all about our Cancer ParTay.
As of Oct 2013- our 18 month Survivor mark- the ParTay's pretty much over. Treatments are done, my hair is back and I am healthy & cancer-free!
As of today- I want you to know that the trick to living a happy, healthy and wonderful life in the future is to remember where we've been, what we've learned and how much we've been blessed! That's exactly what I hope you find here.

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Cancer Survivor in Montana?


Do I have to be a cancer survivor in Montana?
Can we just pretend that it was someone named Shay in North Dakota that had it?
Probably not. Dang!

I figured I should be a good girl and at least show my face at the Cancer Center here in Helena.

Lots of people recommended Dr. Justin Thomas. He is an oncologist at St. Peter's Cancer Treatment Center. So I set up an appointment for this morning.

He was way nice. He read over my chart beforehand and then we chatted about how I've been doing. I've actually been doing great! It feels like it actually never happened but I guess I understand the importance of getting checked.

Then came the topic of Tamoxifen. Let's just say- It's not been my favorite topic. ;) Here's a few explanations- See Posts- Discussion with Panwalker and Herceptin # 8. By the time we were done- Brett was laughing at us. He said he could see that both of us felt strongly about the issue. And he also could see neither of us were about to budge on where we stood.

My biggest thing is that I did everything "right" to get rid of my cancer. I am now cancer-free and doing very well. I am NOT a drug-fan. It comes down to that -for me- there's not enough evidence that Tamoxifen will keep it away. And the possible (even if they claim they are very few that get them) side-effects are not worth the risk to me.

In his defense, he said that he has a similar patient. She did everything "right" and was doing well. She choose not to do Tamoxifen as well. Then several years later- it came back and the diagnosis is not good. He said she hasn't said it but he suspects that there is a tiny bit of regret that she didn't do the Tamoxifen when she had the chance. He said if I was his wife- he would want to do everything possible to keep me healthy and cancer-free for as long as possible. I appreciated his honesty.

We left it with-- He asked me to pray about it. And he would support me in my decision of whether to try it or not. He said we could just try it for a month and see how I react. Then maybe a month more. And another... until I had a reaction. (He was hinting to the fact he didn't think I'd have a problem and he'd get me to take it for the full 5 years. Oh! He is a sly one. LOL)
He said that if a reaction came up- we'd stop. OR- for the most part, any side-effect I would encounter- they would have another drug to deal with it. My anti-drug-self had to chuckle. I could start Tamoxifen, drug free and walk away in five years a full-fledged drug addict. Wahoo! Sounds fun, right?

The tricky thing is that there's no "RIGHT" answer to Cancer. [That sounds like a catchy slogan!] Dr. Thomas was absolutely right though. It has to be a matter of prayer and then just have faith it will turn out like God has planned.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Is this ParTay over?

It has been 18 months since I got the phone call labeling me as a Survivor.
And to tell you the truth- it seems like it was a phone call that was made to someone else.
The whole Cancer experience seems like perhaps it was a movie I remember watching and not something I actually went through.
Is that weird?
I feel like the only proof there is that I ever went through all of it- is this blog.
..O.K. and the little fact that I no longer have boobs. Guess there's that. LOL
Sometimes I feel like I'm doing this Cancer Survivor thing all wrong. There are survivors that attend support groups every month. There are survivors that worry every day that it might come back. There are survivors that never feel back to normal. There are survivors that continue to raise awareness. There are survivors that support other survivors. There are survivors that start foundations. There are survivors that are changing the world. Then... there's me. I just want to pretend it never happened. I don't want to spend my days consumed by any of it. I paid my boobs dues and a whole lot of my money and I just want to move on.
So I can't believe I would ever say this but-
Is this ParTay over? 
{Let's hope so}

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Remember the Walk

I thought this was fun. I got this email from the Fargo YMCA this week. We participated in this event last year, And here's my little family [top picture on the flyer] on the advertising for this year's Walk. We're so cute!!! Too bad we weren't in Fargo to participate.
Breast Cancer swoosh
RVV BCW logo 


Join us for the Red River Valley Breast Cancer Walk 2013!

Formally the Fargo-Moorhead Breast Cancer Walk and the American Cancer Society Making Strides Against Breast Cancer event, we have now united to strengthen our impact on the community and the movement!
  
Sunday, September 29 | Scheels Arena
  
Schedule of Events:
11:00 - Registration, Activities, Games and Bouncy Houses
12:30 - Fashion Show featuring beautiful survivors of cancer - Z-Bo "Unique Traveling Boutique"
1:00 - Opening Ceremonies and Walk begins
2:30 - Guest Speaker- Kathy Honey Murphy
3:00 - Closing, Walk and Event Ends 

There is no charge to walk, however individuals and teams are encouraged to participate in fundraising efforts for the walk and support the two causes.  

Rally your team - grab your friends and family and sign up a team today! When you register online you can set up a fundraising webpage, making it easy to spread the word and get donations.  
(Registration and fundraising packets are also available at either YMCA location.)
Funds Support:
The Red River Valley Breast Cancer Walk is unique in the fact that the proceeds benefit both local and national wellness and research programs.

LIVESTRONG at the YMCA - A free program that builds strength and self-confidence in cancer survivors.    

American Cancer Society, Making Strides Against Breast Cancer 

For more information or to register, visit us online at rrvbreastcancerwalk.org.


 


Thursday, August 1, 2013

A Head Full of Hair: Part Two

This was me and my nearly bald head- one year ago today....
And here I am today (O.K.- that's a lie but this week at least)...
I can't believe the difference this year has made. In some ways, my hair growth has taken FOREVER! But in some ways, I am amazed at how thick and curly and long it's getting. CRAZY! It's been really fun to document it's growth.
I did this a while ago (see it HERE) but thought I would update the remainder of my hair growth journey. It's like a Hair Style magazine personally made for me. I can look at any length and know exactly how I would look. Pretty neat!
The Back
The Sides
The Top

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

One Year Surgeon Checkup

It's been almost a year from the day I became an Amputee. ;) Today was my one year check-up with my Breast Surgeon, Dr. Bouton. It was like a five minute meeting. Seriously, what a pain these check-ups are!!! Dr. Bouton was his normal, friendly, Texan self. He asked how I was, took a look at my scars, and wrote me another prescription for some more foobs. That was about it.
It was however, the last time of doing anything "CANCERy" in Fargo. No more big, fluffy white SANDFORD robes for me! LOL
P.S. I had forgotten to take my camera with me. Not that there was anything to take a picture of! But I did snap a picture with my phone of my last white fluffy robe! But then I forgot about it. By the time I got around to writing this post, I had switched phones. No longer can I send myself the picture. LOL Oh well! You get a picture of the picture. Better than nothing, I say!

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Volunteering at the Run or Dye

Since my diagnosis, I've had several of opportunities here in Fargo to participate in Breast Cancer Awareness Events. One of my favorites has been the Run or Dye. ***At Run or Dye, you get showered with safe, eco-friendly, powdered dye all throughout the 5K course...turning you into a technicolor canvass of fun! *** I think it was my favorite because it was something I got to do with my family.
I'll just copy the day's events from my Family Blog:
The members of this Seamons Family are NOT runners!!! But this particular Run or Dye teamed up with Fargo's YMCA to help fund the local LiveStrong Program. The Livestrong Program has changed my life. I am extremely grateful (and continue to be because of the very generous discount my family receives at the Y for the next year for completing program). I have wanted to be able to give back somehow and this looks like their last big event before we leave. But instead of running, my family and I decided to volunteer.
Unfortunately, that entailed being at the Fairgrounds at 6:45 AM. Holy Moly! That is WAY early for our family. But they were all quite the troopers. Lucky for us, we live 3 minutes away and got to park in a special Volunteer parking lot. They did feed us donuts and we all got a Run or Dye T-shirt so people would know we were volunteers. We were excited to see Katelyn and get a picture with her. [She was my LiveStrong Trainer and we LOVE her!]
Then, we joined Volunteer Team 9 which was assigned to handing out Waters at the Finish Line. Our team was great! They were way friendly with the kids. We had a lot of fun and really had the best seat in the house for the race. It was awesome! Liberty and Dad handed out waters at the finish line the entire time. (like from 9-12) The other kids helped keep waters stocked, painted each other and helped clean up. I was way proud of everyone for being willing to serve so early and so long!
Run or Dye's signature quality is the color dye they throw at the crowd before, during and after the race. Right next to the finish line, they had a stage for the After Party. They played music, danced and did lots of "Color Throws". Because we volunteered right there by the stage, we got to see and participate in a lot of them. They were crazy!!! So gorgeous at the beginning and then a big huge cloud of dust for several seconds after. *Cough*Choke*Blindness*LOL* And then of course.... being covered in color. Lots of fun!
One of the ladies in our volunteer group had bought the kids each a packet of dye. They spent hours painting each other and throwing dye. We will be lucky if we ever get all the color out of the girl's hair! LOL By the end, we were all covered. We even got Katelyn to stay with us for the last Color Throw. So fun!
We definitely had one Color-rific Day!
Thanks Run or Dye & LiveStrong!

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

3 Month Post-Herceptin CheckUp

I went to my 3 month post-Herceptin Checkup today with Dr. Panwalker.
Nothing to report. Everything looks fine. I think they were just missing my bubbly personality and my money. LOL
As a side note: This is probably the last time I will visit the Roger Maris Cancer Center here in Fargo. It's weird to think about. Not that it's a sad day to bid farewell forever just surreal that this part of my Cancer journey is done.
I need to see if I can find a Cancer Center in Montana just for checkups but it's like I'm closing a chapter on my life. Strange.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

One Year CANCERversary

"'Cancerversary' is a word lots of survivors use to describe the day you find out you have cancer. It is a pivotal life altering moment in time that seems as big as the Grand Canyon, but far less Grand. Not sure how to celebrate such a moment, but it's certainly hard to forget it." -Rhonda Radliff (breast cancer survivor)

I found the following letter on a blog from a Cancer Survivor named Ann. She's an amazing writer. (See her original post HERE) It was almost exactly how I feel about my Cancerversary. So I added a couple thoughts and specific memories/events that pertain to my own story- and wanted to share it here with you. It's what I wish I would have known in the beginning.


A Letter to the Newly Diagnosed 
on my One Year Cancerversary

Dear Newly Diagnosed Breast Cancer Patient,

I was diagnosed with breast cancer one year ago today.  April 2nd, 2012.  On this cancerversary, I thought I would share some wisdom with you.

The first thing you need to learn about a diagnosis of breast cancer is that you have to learn stupid terminology such as "cancerversary."

Why an illness has its own terminology is a mystery - but you will learn it.  Instead of recovering, you are a Survivor.  You don't heal,  you have a "New Normal."  You have foobs and fipples, experience chemobrain and get chemo curl. I don't know if any other illnesses have their own phrases. But my suggestion is to learn the vocab so you won't be out of the loop, but try not to use it in polite conversation.  Discussing your foobs with your mailman is only going to lead to confusion.

The next thing I would like to share with you is that the fear and shock you feel right now will pass. One year ago today, I felt it too.   I know it doesn't seem like it will ever go away, and I know you feel like every nerve ending in your body is made out of high voltage wire.  You will eat, sleep, dream, and think about nothing but Cancer for quite some time.

I'm sorry to tell you that you will become a bore, because it's all you will talk about.  Heaven help anybody who asks how you are doing, because you are likely to tell them.  In detail.  If somebody cuts you off in traffic, you will be outraged, "How dare you?  Don't you know I have CANCER?"

But, as they say, this too shall pass.  It will gradually become just a disease you are dealing with, like diabetes or high blood pressure - an inconvenience, but one you can manage.  It's hard to understand that during the early days, and I know you don't believe me now, so you'll just have to trust me.

The worst part of a cancer diagnosis is the uncertainty, and the worst part of the uncertainty is at the beginning. You are facing an illness that can take your life.  You are facing medical procedures that are unknown and pretty darn scary.  You may be facing the loss of a body part or two, or even three, counting hair.  You don't know what any of this is like: how you'll feel, how you'll react, how your family will deal with it.  All you may know is what you've seen in the movies or on TV.  You likely will have many sleepless nights, and be on an information hunt/overload for weeks, if not months - all to try to know what will happen to you - to see into the future.

At some point though, you will come to terms with the fact that knowing the future is impossible, and living with the day you have is all you can do.  You will find peace in that.

Looking back on my cancer treatment, do you know what I remember?  I remember my hubby and my kiddos shaving their Mommy bald for family night. (How often does that ever happen?) I remember Kristen and me laughing until we cried in the infusion room with tubes stuck up my nose. I remember getting treats from the volunteers and catching upon my blog for hours every 3 weeks on my borrowed iPad. I think of my oncologist's smart comments and rolling eyes as I challenged all his treatment suggestions (I'm sure he was glad when all my treatments were over). I think of heart-felt conversations accompanied by a few tears with Carrie, my fav chemo nurse about what it's like to really live through cancer and how if you haven’t experienced- you just don’t get it.  I know it sounds funny but in a way, now that it's over, I will miss going there.

I also think back on the support of so many people - finding surprises like a new hat or a pink basket full of treats on my doorstep when I got home, or the meals my friends contributed towards. Thinking of heartwarming events like that take away any exhaustion you may feel at the moment.

I wish I'd known when I started that the loss of a breast (or two) is meaningless.  They were a part of me for as long as I could remember. Granted they were a little smaller and hung a little lower than in my pre-Momma stage but they were mine. It was devastating to lose them. But even losing them both, I still feel every bit the woman I did before.  Now I just get to choose what size I’d like to be each day. LOL My missing breasts nursed my babies but in losing them, I find I can be with my babies longer.  I don't feel, as many do, that my breasts tried to kill me and so they had to go.  To use the omnipresent war comparison - I felt that they were the battleground which had to be sacrificed for the greater good. The land is scarred but the soul survives.

There is a lot of controversy about having a positive attitude. A positive attitude will not change the course of your disease, nor will it cure you, nor should you feel required to put one on all of the time. Someone asked me if a pessimist can beat the disease, and the answer is yes.  For the most part -it's medical science that cures cancer, not attitude.

However, if you can learn to see the positives, the humor, the blessings even, that come from this disease, than your treatment course will be easier on you.  I believe that without a doubt. Some of the treatment won't be fun.  Some may have long-lasting side effects.  But, life goes on, and you have yours.  Dwelling on the negatives, overlooking the good things, is, in my opinion, wasting your new life.

A diagnosis of cancer will change you.  It may always be in the back of your mind, and yes, nervousness and fear will again pop-up around testing times, but you will learn to manage it and eventually take it in stride.

And, here's the thing:  it's up to you whether cancer changes you for the better or not. It's entirely in your control.  You can't alter the fact that you have the disease, but you can choose how you react to it.

I want to tell you that I'm very sorry that you have to go through this.  But, as horrible as it seems now, it will bring blessings to your life that you never expected.  My advice? Look for them, even if it seems impossible.
Especially if it seems impossible.
Because, they are there.

Love, Shay

ONE Year Survivor

A big round of applause and a pat on the back for me!!!!!! Congrats to myself! ;)

Monday, March 18, 2013

Call of the Wild Workout Posse

Since Breast Cancer made me into a worker-outer, I spend quite a bit of time at the YMCA getting and staying buff! At the beginning of the year, my Workout Posse (Robbie & Katie- BFFs forever!) and I signed up for the The Trek: Call of the Wild Challenge put on by our very own Caleb Johnson (our LiveStrong Buddy!).
For the past couple months, we have been tracking our workouts in hopes to complete our 20 hour Trek. It was hard work but we all made it! Way to go us!!!
Here's what the information the Y sent out:

Stay active this winter and you could WIN!
GRAND PRIZE = $3,000 Vacation Package

This fitness challenge is designed to keep you motivated to stay active during the harsh winter by recording a virtual trek across the Yukon in search of gold!
Through your own strenuous efforts, you can retrace the journeys of Jack London or Martha Black. Jack London, the author of The Call of the Wild, was inspired from his 1887-1898 journey for gold in the Yukon. Martha Black, a determined pioneer and business women, journeyed the Yukon in 1899 in search for wealth and adventure. The trail will be challenging, but with a little grit and perseverance, you yourself will be inspired, find adventure, and strike it rich with prizes and improved wellness.
coloredmap 260x300 THE TREK: Call of the Wild   The Trek is on!
WHAT ARE THE PRIZES?
PARTICIPANT PRIZES: Prize #1: Travel bag
Prize #2: Dry Fit Shirt      

GRAND PRIZE:

$3,000 VACATION PACKAGE -
Choose Your Own Destination!

ADDITIONAL FINISHER DRAWINGS:
 $50.00 Gift Cards
HOW DOES IT WORK? After registering an d submitting the $25.00 entry fee, each participant will receive an official map of The Call of the Wild. Participants will choose ONE of two possible routes and have eight weeks to perform 20 or 30 hours (depending on route chosen) of aerobic activity to complete the Trek. For every 15 minutes of aerobic activity you complete between January 11 – March 8 you will earn ¼ mile. As you progress through your journey, you will be rewarded with individual prizes at specific check points and will also be eligible for the Grand Prize Drawing and additional finisher drawings upon completion.
CHOOSE ONE ROUTE: The Dyea Route (Jack London) (20 hours) is the basic route that will qualify participants for the participant prizes and the grand prize drawing. For the exerciser in search of a challenge, the Skagway Route (Martha Black) (30 hours) adds 10 additional hours to the Trek. Upon completion of the Skagway route, you will qualify for additional gift card drawings to celebrate your heroic efforts.
Please Note: Although you do not need to be a YMCA member to join, participation in this challenge does not include a YMCA membership or access to the YMCA for participants who are not members.
For more information, please contact Caleb Johnson, Healthy Living Director at 701.356.1447 or caleb.johnson@ymcacassclay.org.

P.S. Robbie won a couple extra things at the end. Fun for her!!

Friday, March 15, 2013

Aloha! We're Celebrating!

Not wanting to get our hopes up, we hadn't got around to planning a ParTay for my last day of treatment. But since it turned out that we are officially DONE today, we decided to take our little family out for dinner to celebrate our success!
Recently, Brett and I had gone to Texas Roadhouse with our good friends, the Cooks for a double date. We loved the sweet potatoes and rolls and well.... everything, so it was the perfect opportunity to go again and not feel guilty. LOL
Our waiter was from Hawaii and he was awesome! Every time he came to or left our table, he said "Aloha!" And of course, Brett (and eventually all of us) would respond back rather loudly. He had a fun, tease-y personality just like us and we had a blast! And the food was just as good as last time.

{SIDE NOTE: One of my favorite parts of blogging for me is coming up with fun titles to use. I knew for this one that "Aloha!" would be part of it. But I wanted to know exactly what it meant. I did a little searching and guess what I found..... Using Hawaiian language grammatical rules, aloha translates literally as "The joyful sharing of life energy in the present" or simply "Joyfully sharing life" or "To consciously manifest life joyously in the present." Oh my heavens!!!! How perfect is that????? I love coincidences like that! AWESOME!!}

Of course we didn't want the night to end without documenting our new friend and our little ParTay so we asked for a picture. He was a little nervous because he didn't want it to end up on facebook. (See once again a perfect coincidence since we are not face-bookers. LOL BUT he must have jinked it because every picture we took with him in it- the flash wouldn't work. Too funny! The last one, he ended up taking and it worked perfectly. Go figure!)
Once he had agreed to allow us to photograph him, he ran to grab someone to take the picture. He came back with not one but two people. One to take the picture and the other to be in it. She was way fun and bubbly but we were confused why he had brought her until... we found out she was the Owner. How fun is that? She had stopped in to pick up dinner for her family and since he was excited for our celebration he invited her to be a part of it. After the picture, she stayed and visited with us for a bit. Then she told the kids she was going to go get them a gift. She came back with some fun Texas Roadhouse toys. They were so excited! She also brought back a gift certificate for a free Dinner for Two so that Brett and I to come back for a date night. How extremely generous! Thank you so much! Fargo has such amazing people. What a great Celebrate my Last Cancer Treatment ParTay! Wahoo!

Ringing the Bell

The sound of a ringing bell has different meanings in different circumstances. Often they're rung for religious reasons, at times to commemorate a momentous event, or in remembrance. At the Roger Maris Cancer Center, the ringing of a bell signifies that a patient has completed treatment.

Ring this bell
Three times well
Its toll to clearly say

My treatment's done
This course is run
And I am on my way!

*Brett had only stayed with me for my doctor's appointment today so I was alone when I finished my last Herceptin. I hadn't really thought about that in regards to saying goodbye to the Infusion Center. However, when I got unhooked from the machine, got bandaged up and collected all my things and we were walking out, my nurse Theresa announced it was my last time back in the Infusion Center and all the Nurses cheered and congratulated me. I got hugs from Theresa, Carrie and Katie. They are all so nice. As far as the tradition of "ringing the bell", I had pretty much decided NOT to do it. I felt kind of silly to go out and ring it without anyone that cared. But some of my Nurse friends- Theresa, Carrie, Lexi and a couple other nurses came out to celebrate with me. What amazing women! They video-ed it on my iPod and took a picture and of course, they cheered. In the end, I'm glad I did it. You know how I love to celebrate things and document it. So...
DING!! DING!! DING!!
I'm done!

Herceptin #16: DONE FOREVER!

Brett came with me for my appointment with Dr. Panwalker this morning. Which was way nice of him since I admit that I had a mini-freak-out this morning, ended up crying and told him I would just go by myself.  Going to bed late, getting kids up and off to school, making breakfast, getting Glory ready, shoveling part of the driveway (yes! It snowed AGAIN this morning), getting myself ready, trying to do something with my ugly hair, driving in the freezin' cold and snow-swept roads to drop Glory off to the Gills (in the opposite direction and in a truck that isn't running well lately), picking up Brett at work on the way and making it to the RMCC by 9:10 AM (not to mention that I am so tired of treatments I could scream) was a little too overwhelming for this non-morning-loving Cancer patient. So... a big apology and thanks to my amazing Hubby for putting up with me and coming anyways. XOXO. Luv ya, Honey!
Honey- Are you "leaning"?
You must love me! LOL
Our appointment with Panwalker, our Oncologist went well. I was not as melancholy as last time so I didn't freak him out as much. [My old tease-y self made a semi-comeback] The doctor did his regular questioning, examing and discrediting any of my symptoms. (I like to tease him because the things that I feel I have as side effects like my brittle nails, my heart racing for a couple days and my urine smelling like mouse ovaries I guess are NOT real symptoms. What do doctors really know anyways? LOL)
He did say everything is looking great! Well, except that my weight is up by 5 pounds. Grrrr! Not that he cares or is worried about that [In fact, I'm the one that brought it up] but I did inform him that it is because I did Pilates yesterday and it's ALL muscle. He completely agreed. LOL
Then, we discussed how my treatment is almost over. I told him that today was my last Herceptin that I had scheduled and was wondering if I needed to set up one more. OR..... If this could be my last one? He totally surprised me but he said it could be. WHAT???? You mean I can be done? Hallelujah! Today is my LUCKY DAY!!!! [I told him I actually wore my "LUCKY" shirt today, just in case it would help. Looks like it did! Wahoo!]
* It looks like for follow-ups we will meet with him every 3 months until next year and then every 6 months after that until the 2 year Cancerversary from my surgery. But no more infusion so I am so ecstatic!
Back in the Infusion Center, Theresa was my Herceptin nurse for today. She was awesome! I have been really lucky to have some amazing nurses on my journey. I actually feel bad that I didn't do anything BIG to celebrate my last day. You know, gifts for all my nurses or throwing a party or something. LOL But then, the fact is that I was trying not to get my hopes up just in case I had to do one more treatment. {This is a first for me that things have gone my way so I was completely caught off guard!} So... perhaps I'll have to do something and take it in sometime. Any ideas?
I did think it was ironic because I actually forgot my camera today. Can you believe that???? Figures! It's my last day and I am without a way to document it properly. Grrrr! Thanks heavens that I decided to throw my iPod in my bag. Crappy pictures are better than no pictures if you ask me!
Despite my lack of preparedness for this momentous occasion, I sit here in my own little, secluded room at the Roger Maris Cancer Center Infusion Center for my final Herceptin treatment, taking inventory of all the things I will do for the last time. Nothing bitter-sweet about it but for the record, this will be the last time that I...
Borrow an iPad to blog during my visit. And get a hole
poked in my left hand to insert plastic tubing.
Get a warm blanket and a treat bag
of Chex mix, pretzels, cheesiest and m&ms.
get hooked up to an intravenous (IV) infusion pump
in a Cancer Center 
Get my blood pressure taken with an IV 
in the same arm. Ouch!
 walk down the hall connected
to a machine to use the bathroom.
And have to flush twice!
Wrap my Hand up like a Boxer so I can go home!
Also (without photographic evidence), it will be the last time that I:
* sit alone in an Infusion room for hours.
* tell the Nurse that I didn't have lab work done because Dr Panwalker says, "I'm fine!"
* spend a week having my urine smell like mouse ovaries. [You can't even photograph that anyways!]
* whine about having to take drugs that may or may not keep my cancer away.

Good riddance to all of that! Wow! What a year! No words can say how happy I am to be done with Herceptin FOREVER! Farewell you stinky, icky mouse ovaries!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Freedom from Treatment!!!

(In my latest bout of blog-stalking other Cancer patients, I found these thoughts from a blog called The Funny Thing about Cancer. Every word was exactly how I am feeling so I changed the amounts, took out what I didn't experience and added a few of my own thoughts. Thanks to Cynthia Ericson for putting my feelings perfectly into words. I've been saving this post for a LONG time. I'm so excited to be able to finally share it.)

Tomorrow is possibly my last Herceptin.

It is my sincerest hope that tomorrow will be the last time I:
- ever visit an infusion room.  For any reason.
- see a nurse in a special gown that is supposed to protect her from the poison she is about to pump into someone.
- have to wait (and wait... and wait) for the lab to release my meds.  Seriously.  Takes forever sometimes.
- have to pull an intravenous (IV) infusion pump down the hallway to use the restroom.
- have to wrap my hand like a boxer with a cohesive bandage so I don't bleed all over the floor on my way home.
- spend my Friday morning in an infusion room.

Bottom line is that I hope tomorrow is the end of my cancer journey.
Sure there will be follow-up visits. But even with those future appointments, tomorrow FEELS like the end of all of this craziness.  It feels like the chains are coming off and I'll finally be free!  Free from the appointments and the waiting rooms.  Free from the physical annoyances that are "side effects".  Free from the constant scheduling that all the appointments require.  Free from the insurance forms telling me the price that they think mouse ovaries cost.  Free from ALL of that.

Did you know it's been THIRTEEN months since I've gone more than 3 weeks without a doctors
appointment of some kind?  For the last year, I have seen a medical professional at least once every 3 weeks.  Prior to cancer, I saw a doctor exactly once a year (except for when I was pregnant) and even less after my little one hit 3 years old.  I am so unbelievably excited for that to be over.  

After tomorrow, I won't have to go see my oncologist for THREE MONTHS. By then I am hoping that God will let me in on his plan for the future and I will officially put this part of my life behind me.

Now, I know I will never be truly free from cancer... any survivor will tell you that cancer will forever be a part of your life, even when you're "cured".  But to be free from the responsibility of the constant appointments and treatments will be divine.  I can't possibly tell you how exciting that is for me.

So here's to celebrating the end of treatment and ALL the freedom that comes with it :)

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Feeling Unspectacular and Unanswered Prayers

It's been a rough couple of weeks for me emotionally. I'm sure it's partly a Winter Blues issue but it's also an "angry at cancer" thing. I should start out by saying that I will probably be struck by lightning for my bad attitude since I have been blessed more than my fair share through this past year. But regardless of my fear of being fried to a crisp by 300 kilovolts---these past few weeks I have had a hard time not focusing on all the things cancer has robbed me of and the frustration of unanswered prayers.

As most of you know, my family had big plans to have a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Long story short... Cancer robbed us of that! Many have said that perhaps giving us that opportunity was the only way that we would have found the Cancer in time. But I can't agree. There was lots of other things that could have happened to help us "discover" the cancer. I wish I could say that I understand why they would say that but we had prayed so long & so hard and had turned the issue completely over to God and everything was starting to fall into place when we were diagnosed. I know without any doubt that God had told us to go. Even after the diagnosis, we prayed with open hearts (although heavy at the time) that if this was all for finding out about the cancer that we would give it up. But time and time again more things fell into place. Then after EIGHT long months of continuing down the path we felt we were directed to go-- CANCER made our Dream and Big Adventure over. Why?? What happened to all the answers to prayers we felt we had received and how do I get past that???

I am NOT doing a very good job, I'll tell you that. I have tried to make CANCER my new Adventure. After my diagnosis, I worked hard on making it a positive experience for our family and having some fun along the way. It worked for a while. But after finding out we were staying stateside, I really don't see the point. My point was to beat the cancer and then go on an amazing Adventure. But NO!!!!!!!! Instead, I may never even get out of Fargo! {Where it  feels like Winter 11 months of the year!!!} Grrrr! While we were fighting our way through chemo and surgery, we passed up opportunities to go other places because we were sure that Bogota was where God wanted us. And now we don't have any clue where we should go or where God even wants us. None of our prayers seem answered as of late. I actually torture myself by having the temperature for these other places on my iPod. I check it every morning. [I know it's pathetic but that's how I roll these days] So like this morning at 7:30 am when it read- SLC: 39 degrees, Helena: 43 degrees, Bogota: 54 degrees, Fargo: -6 freezin' degrees- I almost wanted to swear. You gotta be kidding me!!! "WHY do I live here????" has become a question I ask myself a zillion times a day lately! What is the purpose of me being stuck in this frozen place?

In the past couple weeks, I also started reading a few Cancer blogs- perhaps for a little sympathy or to get some perspective. That has backfired! One blog was such a fun-loving positive blog. I felt like I connected to her words and her spirit but then she died suddenly! A complication from the drugs or something. Man! Cancer sucks! Another lady has made her cancer diagnosis into a business. She started a foundation and travels all over the world promoting awareness and making a zillion friends. So... I pretty much hate her! LOL A few have posts about how family and friends rallied and threw big, huge fund raisers in their behalf to help them offset their medical bills. Did I need that? No. Brett and I worked really hard for the last several years to save for a rainy day. We were prepared!  Does that change the fact that it hurts my feelings a little that no one did that for me. You bet. Cancer sucks! Most of the cancer blogs that I read have tons of followers. At the conclusion of each post, a handful of friends leave comments and words of encouragement. Me? I'm not sure that anyone reads mine at all. Guess that's my unspectacular cancer life. Oh well! Two other blogs I read are of women who are on their SECOND time through cancer. Both did drastic measures to "take care" of it the first time but years later, it's back and it's fatal. What the.....ll?? Cancer SUCKS!!!!!

So what is the purpose of all this dramatic and pathetic whining?? I don't really know. But that would be a really sucky way to end a post.
So... the other day on a most unspectacular day of mine, my little family was doing some scripture study when we came across this quote. I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with it but I am trying to make it speak to my heart. Perhaps by typing it here it will sink in a little.

"Not everyone is going to be .... fill in the blank with some important responsibility. Not all are going to be like ...fill in the blank with some more-than-amazing leader... catching the acclaim all day every day. No, most will be quiet, relatively unknown folks who come and go and do their work without fanfare. To those of you who may find that lonely or frightening or just unspectacular, I say you are "no less serviceable" than the most spectacular of your associates. You, too, are part of God's army."- Howard W Hunter

So is that my answer???? Who cares if Cancer sucks, Shay? Who cares if you use all your savings to pay off your medical bills? Who cares if you want to leave this crappy, freezing place??? Who cares if you are boobless and have a really ugly hairdo? Who cares if you feel like your life is NOT the Adventure you want it to be? Just be serviceable, woman!!!!! Is that my answer?? ..... Perhaps.

P.S. As I was being my whiney, pathetic, unspectacular self these last couple weeks, I did receive this email from an old friend. Funny how people can do/send things when they have no idea how much it will mean to someone. Thanks, Heather! You'll never know how much I needed it! XOXO
I was checking out your blog today.  (It has been awhile since I was on.) I am truly amazed by your out look and attitude.  You have always been an inspiration to me and I miss talking and sharing with you.  I have thought and prayed a lot for you and your family.  I am truly blessed for this experience.  I know it can't be easy and life is difficult on its own, then to add such an illness makes it more difficult. I hope you know of my love for you and that I miss you terribly.  Thank you for sharing your journey, I love hearing about it.  You have a great sense of humor and it is always entertaining to read.
Keep your chin up and know that you are loved,  Heather Parry

Friday, February 22, 2013

Herceptin #15: Almost done!

Another three weeks have flown by, and I headed up to the RMCC for my Herceptin treatment. I haven't felt the best this week- (not Cancer stuff but lady and headache stuff) but nothing to keep them from drugging me up. LOL Although my blood pressure ended up being a little lower than usual. Maybe that's why I've wanted to stay in bed all week? [Not that it was low enough to do anything this time]
I've never had problems with my blood pressure before even with having all four of my children. Because of that, I've never taken the time to understand what it means. I actually have no clue what it even measures (HaHa...ok- I know it's the pressure of my blood, at least) So for my own benefit, here's a little info about blood pressure. Always interesting to find out how much I really don't know. LOL:
Blood pressure is typically recorded as two numbers, written as a ratio like this:
HBP Reading With Systolic And Diastolic Graphic ReadingSystolicThe top number, which is also the higher of the two numbers, measures the pressure in the arteries when the heart beats (when the heart muscle contracts).
Diastolic
The bottom number, which is also the lower of the two numbers, measures the pressure in the arteries between heartbeats (when the heart muscle is resting between beats and refilling with blood).
How Is Blood Pressure Measured?
Blood pressure is measured with a simple, painless test using a blood pressure cuff -- doctors call it a sphygmomanometer. It consists of a small pressure gauge that is attached to a cuff.
The inflatable cuff is wrapped around your upper arm. Some blood pressure cuffs wrap around the forearm or wrist.
When taking your blood pressure, your doctor will use a stethoscope to listen to the blood moving through an artery.
The cuff is inflated to a pressure that’s known to be higher than your systolic blood pressure. As the cuff deflates, the first sound heard through the stethoscope is the systolic blood pressure. It sounds like a whooshing noise. When this noise goes away, that indicates the diastolic blood pressure.
The systolic blood pressure number is always said first, and then the diastolic blood pressure number is given. For example, your blood pressure may be read as "120 over 80" or written 120/80.
Blood pressure is measured in millimeters of mercury (mm Hg).

My Herceptin Nurse today was Janae. She was great! She got me in and out super fast! I was home a whole hour earlier than I usually am. Yeah! Thanks to my dear Hubby for helping me out with little Glory today. One or two more treatments and then we'll put this chapter behind us! I CAN"T wait!

Monday, February 18, 2013

YMCA Commercial

After Robbie and I graduated from Livestrong, the Y asked for comments about our experience with the YMCA and the Livestrong Program. I was in my "angry at the world" mode of life, so I didn't feel I had anything worth saying. Robbie on the other hand, had very nice things to say and sent them in. As a result, her and her family were picked as the local Y Family. I'm so excited for them! The honor comprised many things including a photo shoot that landed them on the Cover of the new Spring/Summer Program Guide (their story is on page 3) and being featured in a YMCA commercial. How cool is that?
What does this have to do with MY cancer journey? Well,  part of her comments included things about me and how she started coming to support me. AND because of that, they asked if I would be willing to be part of some of the filming. So today, I met Robbie downtown at the Fercho Y to shoot a YMCA Commercial. LOL first, we met the Y staff and the film crew. Then headed upstairs.
We started out in our Zumba class. They had to have everyone sign a waiver in case they got in the shot. It was a LARGE class so it caused quite the excitement. It's always an upbeat class but you bring in a film crew and the energy jumps through the roof. Too funny! Then, we danced while they filmed. I think they mostly shot Robbie but I was standing next to her so maybe I'll be in there? We only did a couple songs then slipped out to go downstairs.
Down in the weight room, they filmed us doing some exercises on the arm and leg machines. We also both did a few reps for our biceps in the same shot. Our next filming op was on the treadmills. I even did a little running just to show off.  Go me! We finished our time together by doing a few exercises with Katelyn. It was fun to have us all back together for a bit! It was so hilarious to have the camera man walk around us and zoom up close. I obviously have a smaller "personal space bubble" than I thought. LOL But it was still a fun Adventure to do together.
Thanks for letting me be a part of it, Robbie. You have been an awesome friend through this journey of mine. I will never be able to repay you and your family for your kindness. Luv ya, lady!
They continued to film Robbie and her family doing other things around the facilities but we made sure we got a picture to remember our experience. (Hopefully, I can link the commercial when they get it all done!) But, here's us with our film crew for the day. Thanks to the Y for the opportunity to be a part of your great program!