Last Monday, June 2, 2014 Mike and I drove to Indy to visit with Dr. Caring, my oncologist and breast cancer surgeon. It was something most people would call very routine, but in my world nothing involving the girls is routine. It would be my first mammogram on both sides at the same time. You see, once you have breast cancer you go every three months for the a mammogram on that girl. I know, why on earth would I be worried if I have been looked at every three months? Plain and simple, on the last day of school last year I was diagnosed with cancer. I am exactly one year out from my diagnosis day. And as with many moments in life sometimes you celebrate days because they are socially and culturally set, like a birthday or an anniversary, diagnosis day just simply took on a life of its own. With that said, I was anxious to get a clean bill of health for the summer…not another diagnosis.
Skip ahead to the end game on this, I am completely clear and I do not have another mammogram until December, 2014. Yippee!
For those of you that like to hear all of the details, lets just say the appointment was less than desirable. Initially the mammogram on the “other” girl was showing something about a quarter in diameter. The technician taking the pictures quickly took more, but I am not going to lie, the time it took to have a radiologist look at the pictures was a complete meltdown. In the end it was nothing…nothing….the size of a quarter!!! Tissue can be tricky is what the technician told me. Tricky….
When I walked out of the mammogram appointment I looked like a truck had hit me. I know, no cancer, but a wave of emotions I hadn’t invited to the appointment did show up. A wave that quite honestly hits me periodically. The result is usually tears and a quick reminder that life is so very good and I need to be living it to the fullest.
Which brings me to the other piece of good news. I am headlong into writing my diner book. Initially this was going to be a book solely about my diner trip up the east coast last summer. While that is the foundation the true lessons of life I have learned in the past year and honestly my whole life will be showing up in this little endeavor. My diner classroom will also be center stage.
When will this book be completed? My goal is by the end of the summer I will have a published book. Now don’t get too excited, I am self-publishing. This is a life goal, so please keep your fingers crossed that the words keep flowing.
Tonight my dear friends are having a small gathering to celebrate that Miss C continues to stay away. I think the thing I love the most about moments like this is that my friends have been with me each step of the way. They have helped me carry this burden, laughed with me, cried with me, cried without me, and have continually supported me. I love that. I love them.
Without coming across as too weepy and sappy, please remember to live each day the way “you” want because each journey is uncertain. Even after having this rather large wake up call with Miss C. I do slide into old habits at times. At times I live the life others have planned for me or attend to things that do not fit into my path. For whatever reason, life does that and it takes a very strong soul to travel your own journey. I am always thankful for summer, because it does bring everything back to center. And, as I embrace that wave of emotions on those more difficult days I am still reminded that life is good. Everything does happen for a reason.
I am gearing up for an extended trip to NYC, the city I fell in love with last year. I will be blogging while I am there, attending a writing workshop at Columbia, as well as writing my book. Having the opportunity to live in Greenwich Village for a few weeks is such a dream come true. Yes, I will be pretending the entire time that I truly live there….and maybe it will magically happen…hahaha. Fingers crossed, or is that click my heals?!
Hugs to all!