Time to close this chapter of my life ( Radiation Therapy)

Yes, I'm sure you have heard enough of my constant babble of Breast Cancer and Radiation Therapy, I know I have! The day has finally arrived where I would be taking the last of my 30 treatments, ring the bell and carry on with my life. The majority of my visits were alone which was my choice.

As I mentioned before, an awesome local band named Goldwing made a sweet video for me ... Just to make me smile on those days I didn't feel like smiling. Well it worked, I watched that video before I drove into town for my "zapping" and that song replayed in my head everyday on that radiation bed. Music is a life line for me ... It makes everything good when life can be so cruel. Thank you Ryan, Matt, Nick and crew for that special gift! I will never forget it!

My day started by picking up my co-pilot Colleen, who was kind enough to assist me in finishing off my pack of Popeye cigarettes. We chatted like school girls as I successfully maneuvered Malibu Molly through the crazy Christmas-shopping-traffic and found a parking spot beside the cancer centre. How nice that we didn't have to walk half a mile in the rain to my parking spot on  Bagot street. We were only there a few minutes and my friend Shayne appeared. Then they called me in for my last treatment. Once I was done, we set it up to take video and pictures of me ringing the bell. I walked out of the radiation room and standing by the bell is a lovely young lady named Ali, who I befriended in the waiting room a few weeks ago. I was so shocked to see her there, I started to cry...which I never factored into the equation. We hugged and cried and hugged and cried and then the pictures started. Well, maybe they started before that, I wasn't paying attention.

I had previously asked my radiologist's to take a picture with me after ringing that bell and they all agreed. There was one girl named Yvonne who was off today but said she would be there. After rounding up everyone, Yvonne appeared with a beautiful long fairy gown on with diamond earrings, necklace and a tiara on! We all had a great laugh as she explained that she was late as she had to find the perfect dress for the occasion! So I rang the bell, we took pictures and video as we totally disrupted the calm that once was the radiation therapy waiting room! I spent a lot of time with these fine people, and although I will miss them, I really do not wish to see them again. (Although I will be returning tomorrow morning at 8:30 to see Ali take her turn ringing the bell)

Due to the importance of the event, we decided to travel over to the Toucan for a celebratory beer. Shayne had to pick up his lovely bride, so Col and I headed over to my parking spot on Bagot street. What a treat to run into my cousins wife Melissa and their wee babe Paxton. The babe had the biggest smile on his face which brightened my day even more! Thanks Pax and Melissa;)  As we travelled down the street, we ran into an old friend named Claire. She knew what day it was for me and gave me a big hug, which I believe Col managed to capture. Even though it was raining, this certainly was turning out to be a perfect day.

We hit princess street and started travelling the wrong way, Col was bright enough to inform me that we need to travel down princess and not up;) It was at that point where I ran smack dab into a young man who I have had the pleasure of working with not once but twice. His name is Colby and he was just visiting from Alberta for the holidays with his sweet girlfriend Amber. We told them where we were heading and they followed us shortly thereafter. It seemed very strange to be in the Toucan in the middle of the afternoon; I almost felt like I was doing something wrong.

So the day went very well. Unfortunately the side effects of the treatments are just now starting to appear. With time they will vanish I am sure, but I think it's time for this cat to hit the hay.

Have a safe and glorious holiday everyone.

I love you all;)

Fast forward - mid December and the weather is delightful

It's hard to believe that this is December, as the weather feels like April. Hanging clothes out on the line on December 12th 2015 makes me very happy! Add to that, I only have 8 radiation treatments until I am done. For the first 5 treatments, I was fortunate enough to get a ride to the cancer centre with two lovely ladies from work. Now that I am off work, I am very proud to say that I have made it to every one of my treatments under my own steam. There have been offers of a lift into town, but it really makes no sense when it takes someone 45 minutes to drive me to the cancer centre and then wait 30 minutes for my treatment then drive me home. This is my battle therefore it is my duty to get myself to treatment without putting anyone out.

As mentioned on Facebook, we came upon a man laying on the grass in the park yesterday, called an ambulance and waited till they got there to help him. That was 24 hours ago and I can't get the man out of my head. Who was he? What does he do for a living? Does he have a partner and/or children? Are his family with him now? What would have happened to him if we just kept walking? I was scared for him at the time and even more so now. Why is that?

I ran into an old friend yesterday who I havnt seen since the summer. She knew of my diagnosis but was uncomfortable when she saw me as she tried to turn the other way.  I get it. But I really apologize to any of you who feel awkward around me; it wasn't my intention. I tell people so that they know the truth and not have to rely on rumours.

Today marks 13 years since my Mom left us. I can't believe how it has gone so quickly! Time does tend to heal somehow, but many times during this current journey, I wish she was here. I'd love to be able to sit down with a hot cup of tea and talk about my anxiety concerning my future. A positive attitude is what gets me through the days, but once the sun goes down, my mind seems to go into overdrive when it comes to "what's next?"                        

A lot has happened since last Saturday

To start, I am off work till January 15th, 2016 due to a rotator cuff tear/injury. Apparently I have had this for a long time but was diagnosed as a pinched neck nerve as morphine and massage used to be able to get rid of it. Not this time. The pain is aggravated every time I have radiation treatment (daily) due to the position that they crank my arm into. Unfortunately this is happening on my right arm/shoulder which means no computer work till its 'healed'. Right now I have lost the use of my right arm and have to pick it up and move it around. I must admit it looks kind of silly when trying to eat or cut up food in a public environment. Thursday night is my staff Christmas party so I already have someone who will cut my meat up for me;)

Monday morning I got up early and went to the United Way Touchdown breakfast at the Ambassador. I try not and miss this event, for any reason. It was nice to sit with my co-workers and look around the room and see so many familiar faces. The goal was met and we all cheered as we know that all of that money will be well spent for those in need.

On Tuesday I had an appointment with my family doctor to fill out a form for work. He started out asked me why I had been to emergency twice in one weekend. He frowned when I indicated that I had called his office twice and and left messages but no one called me back. I sure miss my old family doctor! It used to be when you had a doctors appointment, the doc would sit with you, ask you questions and spend time suggesting avenues of treatment. Not now, its in and out as fast as you can. I am surprised that my new doctor even remembers my name. I wonder if OHIP will allow me to look for another one?

On Wednesday, I went and picked up my friend Colleen, who attended my physio appointment as well as my radiation appointment with me. Usually I am the only one in the waiting room who attends their appointments alone. This was because I was going after work and then Billy was picking me up. Now that I am home, I have been driving myself in. There have been people who have offered to drive me in for my treatments and wait for me ... I may be taking them up on this offer now. I hope they dont change their minds. It just seems like a waste when the treatments are only 30 minutes in length and takes loner then that to drive in there.

I started this blog yesterday, and I am so glad I went to my staff Christmas party last night. I was able to cut my own meat, and although i wasn't able to dance, I had a great time; I even won a gift basket full of goodies. Since I started physiotherapy on Wednesday, I am able to cut back on the pills I was prescribed. I am also gaining the use back of my right arm. What a relief  as I was seriously thinking that I wasn't going to get better! So even though the rotator cuff is aggravated everyday during treatment, it seems like the exercises that the physiotherapist has given me are what I needed to help eliminate the pain and regain mobility.

I have now completed 12 radiation treatments....only 13 left till I ring the bell. I met with my radiation oncologist today before my rads today and he is very pleased how my skin is reacting to the radiation. It is just getting a bit pink, not even close to looking like a sunburn. Apparently I must be doing something right, or all those years of topless tanning is paying off!

My son called me the other night to see how I was doing; when he mentioned that him and Jacob were playing dress-up, I was almost scared to ask...but of course there were pictures:

A gift from a friend (I cant stop viewing it)

Late on Monday night, a video was uploaded to my Facebook page. I was sleeping at the time and up and out the door by 6 the next morning, so I didn't get a chance to see it till I got to work. I have posted it below....and I'm still in shock ... Watch it and you will see why! Thank you guys, I'm still glowing. (Not from the radiation either)

https://www.facebook.com/GoldwingMusic/videos/909544852466215/

A couple of years ago, a band named Goldwing came over to Amherst Island to do a radio show. They brought their instruments, their fans and their out-of-this-world-music to the barn that night. I fell in love with them instantly.

 Over the years I have had the pleasure of watching them play numerous times in various venues. Just a few weeks ago they were invited not once, but twice to the Canada's Walk of Fame in Toronto. I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am of them for this incredible double-Bill:)

Just a brief mention on what has been happening to me since last weekend: on and off  'unrelenting' back, arm and shoulder pain. At first I  thought it was a re-do of an old injury, but after morphine and my massage therapist talented hands couldn't eliminate it, I went to emerg on the advice of my radiation oncologist. It turns out to be a pinched nerve in my neck that seems to be brought on by the uncomfortable position my right arm had to be in during radiation. So I'm off work for at least a week, trying different pain killers, exercises and heat and after 27 hours since that diagnosis, it is starting to subside, but I can't lift my arm. I am confident things will be different in the morning. I have followed doctors orders and sat and watched Netflix all day today. That's it; and laundry. Hubby ran away for a night at the deer camp so I'm all alone. It was so nice to get a phone call from my son tonight. It lifts my spirits just to hear his voice.

So it has taken me all week to create this blog post...perhaps I better invest in voice software till I can use my right arm for typing again. (I've been told that using the iPad is fine)

Back to the heating pad. Enjoy your weekend everyone. 

The Church Christmas Bazaar - Saturday November 21, 2015

Yes, it is an annual event....the wee church where my parents were married, I was baptized into, Bill and I married at and Bryce was christened into. My childhood friend Laurie, our friend Wendy and Laurie's Mom Barb seem to make this an annual event. This year was different, the same ladies were on door, the same ladies were serving on the floor, the same types of sandwiches were on the tables and the same fancy tea cups were at their appropriate places...something just wasn't the same! This basement was where I spent every Sunday for the first 14 years of my life. Sunday School, where every second word I heard was "SHHHHHH"  as apparently I was loud and the sound filtered up through the floor and into the main church area.  Something just seemed different this year and I was trying to put a finger on what it was. Then it happened, the first of the apron ed church ladies addressed me with a big hug, then questioned, in a concerned voice "How are you feeling?" Ah yes, there it was, this is the first time I had brought my cancer into the church. That was the difference; last year and all the years prior, I wasn't the one with cancer. I told everyone who asked that I was doing well, that treatment was tiring but I only had 22 left. It was so nice to see and talk to old friends and friends of my parents. Then I spied my Aunt Dianne, my Moms sister. She was helping out on the baked goods table. I went over to talk to her, as crowded as the area was. I couldn't get to her to hug her as there was a big long table between us, but I held her hands and told her I was doing ok. She said she knew, as other people who were on facebook were keeping her updated. Then she said "You know, I pray for you every day, and your name is on our prayer list here at the church"  That's where I lost it...the tears started slipping out, and I quickly wiped them before others could see.

Once I got back to my table and sat down, another childhood friend Michelle and her sister Cindy appeared. I had toughened up by then so when Michelle also mentioned that she prayed for me everyday, I was able to thank her sincerely, no tears, no Kleenex:) This year we didn't go for our usual walk through the cemetery, where Barb told us stories about some of the people that are buried there. We traveled on to Bath Public School for the big craft sale that was happening. The school was packed with vendors and silent auctions and all sorts of goodies. I even ran into a friend from Amherst Island there who invited me to a Kitchen Party at her house tonight:) Then a wave of something hit me and I was instantly tired. So I bailed. Not very nice of me, but I did explain to Laurie and she understood.

This seems like the longest week ever. Starting off with the scary mammogram and ultrasound on Monday and ending with a two hour visit at the cancer center yesterday. The sweet lady who is driving me everyday surprised me with a gift as I was getting out of her car yesterday afternoon. I didn't look to see what it was as I kept thinking, "How in the name of God can I ever repay her?" and now a gift? Then I realized that paying her back is not what it is about. Its the BIG picture: You reap what you sow!  She will go to heaven, that is a fact! As I walked in the door I heard someone calling my name, it was my friend Miguel's Mom, Sarah. She had just finished her radiation treatment for the day and was waiting for her ride home. Sarah also had breast cancer, but she had to have chemo and radiation treatments. What a strong, brave lady she is. After my treatment I had my weekly meeting with the Radiation Oncologist; unfortunately he wasn't there so I met with his Nurse Practitioner, Carole. She noticed that after three treatments my skin was starting to re-act already. She advised ditching the bra and buying men's small 100% cotton undershirts.  Which I did today, how silly they look on me. This will be interesting to see how they will look under my work clothes!

In the midst of what was a very crazy week, a friend spotted my mug in the Heritage newspaper. The picture was taken while we were waiting for the Wolfe Island Ferry to arrive back at her slip a few weeks ago:

I am trying to decide if I can stay awake long enough to enjoy the kitchen party tonight. My friend Judy is catching the 630 boat so I have to let her know by 5 if I'm going. Do I have time for a nap?

The bad news from last week....

When I called the cancer clinic last Tuesday morning to get the schedule for my radiation therapy, I was told that it had'nt been completed yet. "We will call you soon, I promise" An hour later I received a call from my radiation oncologist. My schedule for radiation had been set and he wanted to make sure I was at the cancer centre at 2:20pm Wednesday November 18th. Sweet....finally a start date!! Then he mentions that he had been reviewing my mammograms over the past 12 years and noticed a mass developing on my other breast which disturbed him. Ok, so now what? Another mammogram and ultrasound! Later on that day the cancer clinic calls to inform me of my start date. When I mentioned that Dr MacKillop had already called me, she shouts 'he CALLED you? He never calls patients!' Great, time to get the worry cap back on.

I have spent the last four months being strong, making sure no one sees the fear that I feel...now this. In all honesty, I hadn't really allowed myself to let it sink in. This past weekend was spent doing housework with the music cranked, (hubby hid in the garage) listening to Frampton Comes Alive and thinking of the first time I heard 'do you feel like I do'...it was the winter of 1977,  I just started working at the pool in Amherstview when it opened in August 1976. My friend Shelley Leonard and I car pooled and it was my turn to drive. I remember we were driving south on county road 6 towards Bath Road. Halfway through the song, Shelley says "do you know what he just sang?" This is the part of the song where Pete uses the talk box, which was relatively new at that point. Imagine two 17 yr old girls giggling at the fact that we heard "I wanna f*ck youuuuu", on CKLC AM! 

Yes I digress, my weekend was spent listening to music from the 70's, cleaning my house and crying....yes bawling to the point where my eyes were bloodshot. I kept thinking, is this my last year here? Am I going to find out that this new mass was going to be stage 4 and I only had days to live? Should I be spending my last days cleaning my house? Ok so let's get on Facebook and look though some old pictures. Let's post meaningful things and feel like I'm sharing my feelings with others. Which I did. To excess. Of course I received complaints from at least two people about the mass postings. One I apologized to, one I deleted from my friends list.

Now I'm sure you are waiting for the results from these most recent tests. The ladies who did my Mamo and ultrasound asked 'why are you having these done again?' I explained what the oncologist said, and then the worry crept up on me again. The ultrasound lady left the room and returned 10 minutes later with a tall, dark doctor. He sat me down, took my hand, looked in my eyes and told me that all it was was breast tissue. Some people have long stringy tissue and some have knotted ropey tissue. I happened to be the latter. I had nothing to worry about. I need to focus on my radiation treatments. I need to cool my jets. Wow!! I just felt like I used up one of my nine lives!

So crisis diverted. That was yesterday, this is today and tomorrow I start my 'rads' ... as they are called. I am kind of scared and kind of anxious and am still overwhelmed by the support I am receiving. My 'friend' at work (who has offered to drive me to said appointments) created a spreadsheet with all the dates of my radiation treatments, added her name as well as two of her co-workers, to the different days that they were available  and has asked me to fill in the times that I will need to leave the building for my treatment. How humbling this whole experience is. 

Now its time to relax a bit before bed. I need a good sleep before tomorrows 220 pm appointment. Wish me luck!!!

Now that I have my schedule for the start of my Radiation Treatments, its time to make a plan.

Fourteen days after I spoke to my Radiation Oncologist, I received the call with my start date: Wednesday November 18th at 220pm. I managed to get my hours arranged at work and I was told that they are trying to get my upcoming appointments to be at the end of the day (between 3 & 4pm) I called Wheels of Hope (a service who drives people to their treatments) and was told that there was a $100.00 registration fee. That's fine, I was willing to pay $4.00 a trip. Then also mentioned that sometimes the rides don't show up and you must have a back up plan. Unfortunately I don't have a back up plan; hubby has used up all his 'sick' time from work this year so besides walking, I would have to take a cab. No doubt you are wondering "why can't she walk? It's only 7 blocks" I probably would, but my treatment is under my right arm. I'm a big girl. 'Nuff said?

Now, how do I get there? I posted on the online 'bulliten board" at work but no bites. So I posted on Facebook earlier today. I had a ride within minutes. Now there have been numerous offers of drives to treatment from the fine citizens of Bath and Amhrstview ( and even Amherst island) but I couldn't see the point of someone driving 27 km to pick me up to drive me down the street. King Street East is what I look at all day long and it only made sense to me to catch a ride who someone who was already travelling that way. So probably 15 minutes after my Facebook post, an angel who I scarcely know, from work, sent me a private message and offered her help. I advised it wouldn't be the same time every day and she said she was fine with that. This is a person I believe I have talked to (face to face) three times since I started at Empire. She explained that if  she couldn't drive me, there were others in her department that could. How could I ever thank her?? She asked me to pay it forward...which I will!! I am still tearing up as I think of her generosity.

It is amazing the stuff that pops in your head when diagnosed with a critical illness. It started when I had to take training about the Critical Illness benefit that we offer through Empire. I had mixed feelings about attending the one hour session; unfortunately I knew more about this particular benefit than most in the room. Not by choice. When the conversation switched to mortality due to CI (critical illness) I swallowed hard and spaced out a bit. It was like I was floating over the table, tuning out the conversation and going back in time. There I was, a 7 year old girl, holding a fishing pole in the dark on the Millhaven Ferry Dock. My Dad helped me reel in a 7 lb pike as my Auntie Mae hooked into an old boot. We dragged them up on the dock at the same time. It was so dark at 430am so she thought she had caught a whopper. When the flash light shone on that boot, we all howled in laughter!! Why did that pop in my head? Maybe I subconsciously was thinking that I would be hanging out with Auntie Mae again soon?  Or my Dad, or my Mom. Wait...I'm going to survive this,...right? I'm not ready to go. But every time I see a friend now, I want to hug them and tell them what they mean to me; just in case I don't see them again. Yep, this is the pike:

Well, there. That's out of my head and down in print. My apologies for the prattling; this is my form of therapy;)

Now go enjoy your weekend!!!!

Four months since the dreaded diagnosis date

I just realized this afternoon that it has been 4 months today since I received that awful call AT work informing me I had breast cancer, Yes I know...what a place and a way to find out. It was partially my fault as I had bought a new cell phone on the Friday before that (while on holidays) and apparently my (new) family doctor was trying to contact me. How ironic that the four hours that I had no active cell phone, they were trying to call me! So this is part of the reason why I could not keep this a secret...my co-workers knew so I figured I should let all those around me know so there would be NO rumors - just facts. A few people have told me I should be keeping my trap shut; that I am alarming others by telling them. Sorry, that's not how I roll.

Since then I have had a plethora of tests, scans, blood work as well as one tumor and 5 lymph nodes removed. Long story short, the cancer was found in a lymph node inside my right breast which is the reason that I will need to endure 25 rounds of radiation - 30-45 minutes at a time. I also get to take a drug called Tamoxifen for ten years. (This drug not only brings on hot flashes, insomnia & depression but increases the chance of obtaining other forms of cancer.) The type of breast cancer I had was classified as 'aggressive', however a test was sent off to California which determined that chemo would only decrease my chances of re-occurrence by less than 2%. Without radiation my chances of re-occurrence are 1 in 3, with radiation it is 1 in 10. Four months later and I am still waiting for my radiation schedule. hopefully this week they will call me as its kind of close to the holidays.

So if you run into me somewhere, and are wondering why I have half washed-out pink and mostly grey hair, that would be due to the Run For The Cure I was in last month. At that time I didn't know if I had to have chemo or not so I figured I was going to loose my hair anyways so I bribed a friend to dye it bright PINK for me! Unfortunately the type of hair dye we used can not be covered over so its there for a few months. Apparently that is the least of my worries, but a very close friend has helped me put this whole situation into perspective. I may have a one in ten chance of getting breast cancer again but any one of you could get hit by a bus tomorrow. (Yes I know, I too can get hit by a bus, but this is what I need to keep thinking, each and every day)

So far I have kept working as much as I can, (my employer has been amazing) trying to get outside and walk a bit and always maintaining a positive attitude. My circle of friends have been a God send and I really am so fortunate to have them in my corner. Some days are better than others, but I force the smile on my face every day an focus on all the the GREAT things that have happened to me over the last 55 years. As I mentioned before, and I will say it again and again - I will BEAT this. I am positive of that!

*** editors note: This blog was written to get a few things out of my head as my own form of self-medication. My apologies if any of it upsets you. This will continue, at least until I am no longer able to type.

I made it through the CIBC Run For The Cure - Sunday October 4th, 2015

I know what everyone is thinking: is she insane? Going in a race?? Well, up until July 8th, 2015 you would never catch me anywhere near this event,  unless it was to volunteer or to donate money! Then I was dealt the "cancer card" and I knew that I didn't have time in my life to wimp and whine about it. It was time for this girl to try and make that change. The change to eliminate this world from Breast Cancer, forever ! 

Let's go back in a time, shall we? August 2007. My friend Roberta was arranging a customer appreciation day for her patrons at our local gas bar, Fast Freddie's Free Flow in Bath. I don't remember agreeing to have my head shaved with her, but I had apparently signed some document indicating that if she raised $2,000.00, I too would join her. The funds raised would be donated towards Breast Cancer Survivors. When the donations got up over $2,300, I knew my lid was going to be quite a bit lighter. So we went through with the public head shaving, had lots of pictures and a few newspaper articles written about the event and that was that. In May of 2013 Roberta was diagnosed with breast cancer. Being the determined young lady that she is, she beat it! (There was never any doubt in her mind)  It wasn't easy for her as she worked thought most of her treatments. She lost weight, lost her hair, yet kept on smiling, and working and keeping her customers happy! Now it's my turn. Ironic?

My employer, Empire Life Insurance is a big supporter of Run For the Cure. They had already set up a group called The Empire Spitfires, all I had to do was register online and share my page with others. My initial goal was $300; after reaching the $500.00 mark, I bumped my goal up to $1,000.00 By the time I had left home for the race, I had $1000.00 in online pledges and $645.00 in cash and cheques. I'm not sure how it works with my employer; I believe they add in an additional $1,500.00 somehow. When I picked up my friend Colette to travel to the event, she handed me a cheque for $25.00, my new total is now $1,670. How surprised I was to arrive home after said race to see another $60.00 in online pledges. $1,730.00 is nothing to sneeze at! The day after the race my friend Scoobie also donated $50.00 bringing the grand total up to $1780.00. Next year I am setting my goal at $2,000.00! 

Colette and I arrived at the event way too early, and stood there for almost 2 hours before the start of the race. Not a smart thing to do when you have knee issues:) Can you believe that we have been close friends for over 50 years!!! I was so tickled that she was walking with me; a true friend indeed.  I was fairly close to where my co-workers were gathered and was shocked to see virtual strangers (yet co-workers) walking with MY name on their shirt! How can I possibly thank these people?  Just before the race started, I gave my friend Helen's youngest daughter Shayanne a big hug before she set off with her high school team, The Ernestown Eagles! It was her first time participating and I wanted to let her know how much I appreciated her being there. After the opening ceremonies and a quick warm up aerobic exercise, the bag piper started the walk by pipping in the Survivors. I became weepy as I watched my good friend Judy walk with all those who have beat the evil disease. She has fought breast cancer three times and survived!

There were four of us heading out together. As we rounded the corner from the back of the college, we looked up Portsmouth Ave, there was the first sign we wanted to see: we had reached the 1 KM mark !!!  We headed down into Portsmouth Village, when we heard a fiddle band serenading us in Portsmouth Park.   I posted a quick video on facebook of them:) We crossed King Street and headed towards the Portsmouth Olympic Harbour site. How sad to see all those boats being hauled out. This was where we reached the 2 KM marker and were welcomed with portable washrooms, cups of cold water, AND a glorious view of Lake Ontario. Of course I had to have my picture taken here.

 As we headed up the hill by Rockwood Asylum, I warned Christine that she would soon hear a loud clicking noise.

 My titanium knees apparently didn't like being waltzed up such steep inclines. Somewhere along this lovely walkway, there was a young man, sitting among the trees, quietly playing his guitar. How soothing. The hill up to Lake Ontario Park was a tough one as the sun beamed down on us; I somehow forgot I was sporting two shirts. I could feel the sweat dripping down the side of my face, but didn't even think that it could possibly be the bright pink hair dye seeping from my hair. At the top of the hill, there was a four piece rock band playing classic tunes from the 70's. We stopped in the shade to wait for Judy and Colette to catch up. I then sprinted ahead and walked the last portion of the last kilometer alone. Christine caught up to me and we walked through the finish line together. 

This event couldn't have been planned any better. The weather was perfect, the companionship was outstanding and the support I have been given was out of this world. I am proud and honored that so many of my family, friends and co-workers have donated so much to push me way over my initial goal. Thank you Thank you Thank you!

P.S. I too will beat Breast Cancer...Just watch me!!!

   

Nothing like a health scare to make you appreciate your life even more!

I have contemplated posting this story, but the more I think about it, the more I feel compelled to share. Not only for the sole reason of getting it out of my head, but to make others realize how they need to pay attention to their bodies warning signs.

As I approached my 55th birthday this January,  I was bragging how good life would be when I was eligible to get 'senior' discounts at certain stores and venues. How else does one take getting older with a touch of humour? Not to get into specifics, but two days before my birthday, a portion of my body malfunctioned. I figured it was nothing important and dealt with it. Then I got to thinking, maybe this is a sign that I need to visit my doctor. Now my family doctor that I had since 1972 had retired last summer, so I would be telling my life history to my new doctor: a virtual stranger. He told me not to worry and set me up for blood work and an internal ultrasound. After having both done, I waited for the results. I had made a follow up appointment with the doctor for March 27th. Imagine my surprise when I got a call at the end of February asking me to come in and see the doctor ASAP.  The first words out of his mouth were " I need to let you know that 'this' is considered Cancer..." And he went on to explain how I would need to see a specialist and possibly have a biopsy. Of course, after the c-word, I blanked out.

The appointment was made with the specialist at KGH. Due to the fact that I work < 10 blocks from the hospital, I opted to walk over. I cried all the way there and back. The appointment, which was a blur, ended with a chunk of my DNA being ripped from the inside of my body. After loosing my mother to that f'ing disease, all I could think was that I was not ready to leave this earth. I have way too many things left to do on this earth. Of course I shared this with my husband, close friends and a couple of co-workers. There would be a two week waiting period to get the biopsy results. The first week was spend crying, worrying, planning the revisions of my will, and seeing what benefits I might be entitled through my work. After consulting with my friend Martha, a Cancer survivor herself, I realized that planning for the worst was counter productive. I oftentimes thought 'what would my Mom tell me to do?' So the second week I changed my tune, and put a positive spin on things. The good Lord was NOT ready for me to take up residence in his home.....

This past Tuesday was my follow up appointment at KGH, I walked over there with my head high. I could feel all those positive vibes coming from those who knew what I was up to that morning. As I sat in the room waiting for the doctor to arrive, I took two pictures out the window. The second picture I took looked like a beam of light coming down from the heavens.  I didn't notice this till much later in the day after posting the pictures to facebook. The doc came right out with the good news : NO CANCER! The technical name of the condition is called atrophic endometrium. He said if I have no further symptoms, he never wanted to see me again. I felt like hugging him I was so happy! I basically ran back to work, and didn't really realize my luck till I walked into my work area and locked eyes with my Supervisor Rupa. She jumped up and started to hug me....tightly! Of course, that's when the tears of joy started to slip out. I sent out a message to my dear friend Martha, and then got right back to work. Imagine my sheer joy when I came home and found a lovely handmade tag tied to a bottle of white wine sitting on my doorstep. How thoughtful of Ray and Martha in assisting with my celebration of life:)

I still am in awe of my incredible luck and the fact that my initial conclusion, as crazy as it sounded, was so wrong! It was not God's will to take me this early...he must want me to partake in the true senior discounts we are rewarded with at the age of  60 and 65!