So sorry for dropping off the face of the internet. Things have been a little...busy...stressful...worrisome? Take your pick.
Let's start back in June.
Wait, actually, let's start ten years ago when I became the mother of daughter with special needs. First I was the mom of a NICU graduate. Then, as that graduate got older, we realized she wasn't going to catch up and I found myself mother a child with 5p- syndrome (Cri du Chat.) I thought that would forever be my claim to fame, my calling, my super power if you will. I can navigate an IEP meeting with one arm in a sling. I can sit there and smile as a teacher tells me, as kindly as she can, that she thinks my ten year old is playing me.
But no. Those are not the things that define me. Yes, I'm still mothering a child with special needs, mother her older, typical sister who is a freshman who keeps us SO FLIPPING busy with marching band, choir trips, homecoming dances and so much more. I'm also attempting to be a more attentive wife to a man who has shown me in the past six or so weeks that he is amazing, wonderful, kind, generous and the best guy for me.
But now I'm a cancer patient. On August 21, I was diagnosed with stage 1, triple negative breast cancer.
I'm very lucky, we found it REALLY early. I had surgery to remove the tumor on September 5 and start chemo to reduce my chances of it recurring by half. I've had incredible health care professionals all along the way. From my gynecologist who listened to me and took me seriously when I went to see him complaining of pain in my left breast to the ladies in the imaging center of my local hospital who, immediately after my ultrasound (which took place the very next day after my doctor found the 'thickening' that was causing my pain) fit me into their schedule and performed a biopsy to the surgeon who found time in his schedule to meet with me just three days after diagnosis and then, two weeks and one day after diagnosis, he fit me into his surgery schedule and removed the entire tumor and a couple of lymph nodes for pathology. The nurses in pre-op and recovery during both my lumpectomy and the port insertion were incredibly kind and patient, even as I fought nausea (sadly, I'm a barfy gal) and tried to wake up from general anesthesia.
I am currently cancer free, thanks to the fact that my tumor was self-contained and had not spread to any nodes or anywhere else. But because my cancer has no hormone receptors, the only way to reduce the chances of it coming back is chemo and radiation.
So we'll fight. Just like we've fought for Olivia and medical and educational needs all these years, we'll fight for me to regain my health.
So yes, I'm adding a new label to my ever-expanding list of who I am and what I do. I mother two amazing girls. I am the wife to an incredible man. I am a daughter and a sister. I am a cancer patient who is doing everything available in this world to buy myself more time to continue to be a mom, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend, and an advocate for babies, kids, and yes, even adults who deserve the very best health care available to them.
Many hugs and so much love to you! Please let us know if you need anything!
You were definitely missed! Keep fighting and know that we are here for you!
Love and Hugs
Hugs and love. Nicki
Give it hell Tommie! You keep fighting and know that we're thinking about you! Sending love and hugs to you and your family.
Wow! I am glad it was contained but still what a fight! I hope it continues to go well
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