April 27

It's been 8 years since my first surgery. Another reason to awe at myself? It's been a crazy long journey.

Another little victory for me.

I can't wait to celebrate 10 years of being a kick ass cancer survivor.

So much gone by

Geesh - I promised to myself that I would keep up this blog (diary) more often.

Although I would love to say that I am one free of cancer chick - that's just not the truth. Dr. M is changing my anti convulsant drug to Keppra. Hopefully this will control my episodes that I have been having. I am beyond idiotic while I am driving and still having seizures. That is the single most independent thing most of us do. I would have to rely on ochers to take me anywhere. Work, groceries. I would become a person of my own prison. That is one of my biggest fears as I journey through cancer land is giving up my independence. It's fun for me to get Todd to wait on me but it would not last long.

In 3.5 more hours I am leaving work to start my vacation! I'm off to Florida with my mom to see my Aunt, cousin and most important my 92 (next month) year old grandma. WOW! I hope to live until 92 and be as healthy as she is. Warm weather and good company. Hopefully it will get my mind off of things for a bit.

27 hours and counting

When will it stop?

Cancer is shit.

Two weeks ago I found out my father has a spot on the top of his head that he got biopsied and the pathology report came back with pre-cancerous cells! WHAT? He has some chemo cream that was prescribed to him and he says that it is going well. The side effects are not prominent.

Mom had breast cancer when I was 12 and she has been going strong ever since. She's a strong woman to get though that era of our lives. She had two young daughters, a husband that had to work so much that he could not support her (cancer) and the check book was still not reading full. She went to treatments alone, got chemo injected into her veins, was so sick from the chemo and stress. I am glad she came out the other side as well as she did (she wonders how I do it). She has not had a reoccurrence of the cancer and it has not metastasized into other areas of her body. Phew.

My Aunt died before her time of.. gosh, name any cancer.

Another friend is loosing her mom because of this shit.

I now find out that one of my very best friend's husband has lesions in his face. They still need to see the oncologist to determine the next steps. WTF?

Is this a sign of getting older and having "adult problems"? I don't want them.