Telling someone that doesn't know you that you have cancer is an interesting experience. The evolution of their facial expressions can be completely awful. The words "I'm so sorry" usually follow. I'm so used to it now, to the apologies and even to having cancer that all I know how to do, is fight.
Today we saw the Neurosurgeon. While we waited, I glanced over at Jeff and noticed he looked worried, so I asked him if he was - and he nodded yes. All I could do is assure him that it's going to be okay, because I am convinced that it will be.
Everything in life is okay, until it isn't. A lot of times, that is all we can ever know. Today, I am not afraid of the future. I cry, but most times it's out of gratitude and awe. I am moved every single day by the kindness of friends, family and total strangers.
My husband is the best of them all.
Tonight we're going to a rib cook-off, and I'm considering it a celebration. Insurance approved radiation therapy, and now we're going to wait for the call for the setup appointment, where they'll do scans and I'll get my radiation mask. I am assured it is highly attractive. Tomorrow, I will try and fix my bikes. One is too small for me, I would like to ask how much it would cost to make it fit me better.
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Friday, June 6, 2014
Friday thoughts
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cancer,
diagnosis,
fight for your life,
food,
hope,
husband,
insurance,
lung cancer,
marriage,
positive thinking
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Look what I can do!!
A good friend of mine is the organizer of the Cleveland ride, and I try to make it when I can. The ride usually ends at a restaurant, and last night was no exception! We got crazy amounts of delicious soul food, but I'm just not as hungry. Have you ever wanted to tear into a plate of food with reckless abandon and NOT feel guilty about it later? Yeah, I want to do that. I still kind of want to do that. Not on a daily basis or anything, but I want to. I still drank Kool-Aid out of a giant mason jar, though. Pretty sure it had a full cup of sugar in it. I'm not sorry.
This is the first Slow Roll my husband tagged along for, and I know he already knows this but it really made my day for him to go with us. I feel like I'm predominantly a social rider (though I have done plenty of distance tours and even a few time trials) and he's not - so it was sort of a big deal to me for him to ride along. Riding a bicycle is a huge part of my life, and my marriage is also a huge part of my life - it is nice when the two come together.
I'm really impatient about starting treatment, I don't want to wait anymore. I feel a little weird for actually wanting to be radiated - but I'm anxious. Not having any cancer treatment right now feels like using a computer you KNOW is full of viruses. You could do something about it, but for some foolish reason you are not. I know there are procedures in place - steps that have to be taken. I know this. But a creeping fear sets in every time I feel myself wheeze a little when I take a breath.
Let's get moving, already.
Labels:
bicycling,
cancer,
chemotherapy,
lung cancer,
marriage,
metastatic,
radiation therapy,
relationship,
treatment,
wheezing
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