Visitors

This past month I've had visitors every weekend and I am so thankful. It's been comforting to have familiar faces to talk to and fun to have the distractions from reality. I've shared a few tears but mostly laughs. I love my family and friends!


My friend, Micah, and her husband, Mark, made the gorgeous (or not so gorgeous) drive from New Mexico. We had a relaxing weekend that included shopping, talking and a Diamondbacks/Cubs game. I wore my DBacks shirt, Mark wore his Cubs shirt and Micah played neutral. Micah and I have been friends since our college years and I can always count on her for sweet words (and she gives the most thoughtful gifts!). Thanks for visiting Micah and Mark! Go Dbacks! Right, Mark?


This is my Aunt Kim. I like to call her Billy Ray. We had a blast hanging out in Tucson for a weekend and kept ourselves entertained by modeling my wig. Our neighbors at the hotel were probably wondering what the heck was happening when we were doing our photoshoot with self timers. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. I have the best aunts in the world. Seriously, you should read some of the text messages we exchange. We're really mature. I love you Billy Ray!


My friend, Molly, was in town for her brothers wedding and it just so happens I live just a few miles from him so I got to steal her away for some great talks. Molly and I have been friends since high school. Over fourteen years. Crazy! Molly has a way of using a trying time in her life to relate to others and uses that relationship to build faith and offer hope, so inspiring. Molly and I shared a great breakfast at "The Farm" where Molly finally believed me that there is greenery in Arizona! Thank you for the talks Molly!


This weekend my brother joined me from San Diego for my little three day staycation. We stayed at Squaw Peak Resort and had fun floating the lazy river, watching movies and laughing. My brother is one of the funniest people I know (when I'm in the mood to listen!) and can also be so encouraging. We got up on Sunday morning to hike Squaw Peak and I quickly got frustrated with my lack of endurance and the nasty chemo taste in my mouth but he talked me up part of the mountain. I enjoyed our time together and the laughs we shared. Thanks for the visit, Jerm!

Tomorrow I head in for treatment #6. My stomach turns a little bit just thinking about it but I can't wait to say I'm done with Round 3.

Mile 20

As many of you know my friend, Hillary, and her husband, Brad, ran the Big Sur marathon a couple weeks ago. They ran it in honor of her dad who is battling cancer and while training for the race they also raised money for cancer research. Their final tally was $21,256.20. Are you kidding me? Two people raised over $21,000 for cancer research. That gives me chills. So powerful. Hillary and Brad dedicated each mile of their race to someone in their circle of friends and family who has or currently is fighting cancer. I was Mile 20. I actually still am Mile 20...the nickname has stuck! I couldn't be more proud. I wanted to share a portion of the email Hillary sent out after they were done with the race. I have sat on it for several days because quite honestly it came at a very emotional time for me and I couldn't quite put my thoughts together. In Hillary's words...

"For everyone who gave something, whether it was from your bank account or from your heart in the form of a hug or an email or a text message or a call, thank you. Until you have been in the mix of a serious illness in your family (and far too many of us are becoming forced comrades in this), it is hard to know how much these seemingly small measures of support mean. Before last summer, I was on the other side. I was so unfamiliar with "what to do" for my friends faced with the uncertainty of what's to come when there's so much you can't do. I now know that the old cliche -- it's the little things that matter -- is so true. The smallest gesture, even when it feels awkward and even when you feel like you're going to stumble over the right thing to say or do, is comforting.

Knowing we do not walk this road alone makes taking steps along it a whole heck of a lot easier.

Kristin Armstrong (an author Hillary had previously referenced) also writes this about friendship to someone going through a hard time, and if you think about it in the metaphorical sense and not just the physical sense, it captures it beautifully:

"If you run next to someone in that place, there isn't much to say – mostly because you can't breathe. So you listen. And for as much as you want to prevent pain or alleviate circumstances when you love someone that much, you can't. And in fact, to do so would eliminate the specific growth divinely appointed by the challenge. Just like you can never really help someone run (in the literal sense – it has to come from their own body, their own strength), you can't really help someone endure...But you can run beside someone. Sometimes your words can offer insight, levity, or community. But most of the time the solidarity of your silence, the sound of the footfalls and the breathing, is the greatest comfort in the world – knowing that there are people alongside you in your journey." "

I would like to say thank you to everyone who has come along side me. Knowing I have a strong circle of support is beyond words. It's what makes each treatment and sick day just a little more bearable. As Hillary mentioned - even the smallest gesture, no matter how awkward it may feel, is perfectly timed. Trust me. So thank you. Everyone. And a special thank you to Hillary and Brad for the honor of being Mile 20. Your efforts and consideration have stretched farther than you'll ever know.

Bumps in the Road

"If you're going through hell
Keep on going, don't slow down
If you're scared, don't show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there"
- Rodney Atkins

The last two days have not been good ones. I could feel myself getting a bit overwhelmed with the anticipation of my appointment with my oncologist yesterday and what his words would mean in regards to my health. We were going to go over the results of the cat scan I had last Thursday. It was the halfway point in my original treatment plan and would be compared to the cat scan before I began treatment. It's crazy to me how you can have such extreme reactions to one statement. My cancerous area has shrunk by 80%.....80%!!!! Yes! It's working! That's great! But 80% also means no change in plans as far as number of chemo treatments I have to endure and at this point I will also be doing radiation for three weeks. After my 8th chemo treatment I will have a two week break then begin three straight weeks of radiation - five days a week, 5 minutes each time. I needed a calendar because I had a bad feeling about this timeframe. I was right. On that schedule I will be receiving my third week of radiation the week of Graeagle. For those of you that know me well Graeagle is my happy place. I will go so far as to say it's my favorite place on earth. My family has been making the trip to the cabins tucked in the northern Sierra mountains for 30+ years. I can't miss Graeagle. I am TRYING not to get bogged down by that thought but it's hard. That was supposed to be my finish line. My reward for this crap I'm pushing through. And I suppose it still can be if I can convince the doctors I only need a one week break between chemo and radiation. We'll see if that's even a possibility when I meet with the radiation oncologist. Maybe the fact that I had booked my tickets before I even knew I had cancer will help in the decision!

So, needless to say, yesterdays treatment was a bit of a bummer. I didn't want to be there. At all. Amidst my self pity there were a couple bright spots. For the first time since I started treatment Shirley was able to access my port on the very first try! Big props to Shirley! My chest was still bruised from accessing it last week for my cat scan so I was very happy it only took one jab. Shirley also shared with me that she had spoken with Dr. K2's nurse practitioner and she gave raving reviews of me as a patient. I think Shirley knew I needed to hear something like that. I did. It helped.

I'm trying to stay as positive as I can but since this blog is an outlet for me I thought I should be honest and share the not so pretty stuff too. So there it is.

Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

A couple weeks ago I was at the Apple store perusing the accessories wall. My head was freshly shaved and I was wearing a hat. Up walks an employee - a young Asian girl who was small in stature and a bit punked out with her funky jewelry and three different colors of hair. I observed all of those things and I'm not sure what I expected but it wasn't the conversation we had. She was direct and she was sincere. "Did you walk the cancer walk?". "No, not this year but I have before.". "Oh. I noticed you don't have hair.". " Yeah, I'm actually being treated for cancer and just shaved it.". "Well, you are rocking that hat. I just thought you should know.". After helping me complete my purchase she held up her hand for a high five and I obliged. "I hope you kick that cancer!". She was the first stranger who acknowledged my lack of hair. I appreciated her openness.

Two days ago I took my laptop in to have my pictures recovered. I was wearing a bandanna. He was wearing a Geek Squad badge. I was intimidated but leery because he also had reddish/purple hair and holes in his ears that I could see through. After explaining my computer issue he said, "If you don't mind me asking, how is treatment going?". It caught me a bit off guard but I didn't mind him asking and I told him that. He asked more questions. How long, what kind, how do I feel. "I hope your cat scan comes back cancer free!". He had other customers lining up behind me but showed a genuine interest in my story. Again, I appreciated that.

The moral of the story is don't judge a book by its cover. These two 'punks' are the only strangers that have left me with words of encouragement and hope and they did it in a respectful and honest way. They asked. They listened. They cared.

G.I. Jen

Well, the time finally came. On Sunday May 1st, exactly 2 months after my diagnosis, I decided it was time for my hair to go. I lasted longer than most people with this chemo cocktail and according to my oncologist and nurse it's because I have never dyed my hair and don't use a hair dryer. So being boring and lazy in the mornings bought me a little extra time with my hair. I used to joke about my hair bugging me and threatening to shave it off. That's a funny joke until it's not really a choice anymore. Well, it was still a choice but I chose to end finding crazy amounts of hair on my pillows, in my shower and on my desk. I could have maintained a killer rug like The Donald but that's just wrong. I never realized how emotional the decision to shave my head would be but it was. When it comes down to it the part that bugged me most was 'people would know'. They would know something was wrong with me. I didn't like that thought but I worked through the final steps all day Sunday and by the evening I was ready to do it. My roommate, Gabi, did it for me. After a brief moment of us both realizing what we were actually doing and why, we swallowed back a few tears and went for it. And had fun with it. We left a mohawk and Monday morning she colored it orange (go Beavs!) and I headed off to work in hopes of receiving my pink slip! My friend (and boss) Theresa had a great reaction but said 'No way!' to firing me. Dang (just kidding). I sported the 'hawk to our CPA's office and out to lunch then covered it up when I went to treatment. I didn't want to minimize the way some people feel about losing their hair nor make a scene so I wore a bandana. When I got home I did my best G.I. Jane and shaved my head clean. It was kind of liberating and powerful. Today I went back to the cancer center for a shot and I went in as G.I. Jen. I figured that was the safest place for my first time and I was right. No one cared. I was feeling so good about it that I stopped at Target on my way home. Sure I got a few looks but nothing I can't handle. G.I. Jen is in full force!


The Donald.


The drunk Donald.


Getting down to business.


Gabi made me wear a garbage bag. She's a professional :)


My hair has some crazy natural wave/curls.


The mushroom top.


The 'Hawk.


Seek happiness.


Being a punk rocker takes alot of time and effort!


G.I. Jen. Camo and all.