Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Last week I had an appointment with my oncologist. I am blessed to have chosen an oncologist that I am very comfortable with and trust completely. Its a good thing too since I have spent a whole lot of time with her over the last 2 years.
When I first began my cancer journey, I saw her at least once every 3 weeks. I would see her on chemo day and generally a week after chemo to check my white blood cells. I am now on a first name basis with my doctor, her nurses, the receptionist and the nice people who take my blood every time I go in.
After I finished treatment, I started seeing her every 3 months and have been doing so for the last year and a half. Last week when I finished my appointment and went to make the next one, they told me they would see me in 6 months. I had to ask to make sure that I had heard right. Yep-6 months.
To put that in perspective, consider the other appointments I have during the year. 2 infusions of Zometa, 1 bone Scan, 2 Mammograms, 1 MRI, 4 trips for bloodwork, 1 Ob-gyn appointment and those are all if I am healthy. If I happen to get sick then I have to see my regular doctor. So 2 fewer trips a year may not seem like a big deal but it is.
I love graduation day!
Monday, April 5, 2010
My dad's death was the first in my life and the time when I realized that people are often taken too soon. I'm not sure what the right number of years to be on earth should be, but I think it should be more than 48.
When I was first diagnosed with cancer, my doctor showed me the 10 year survival rates for someone with my diagnosis. If I survive 10 years, I will be 53. This didn't really make me feel a whole lot better. 53 seems too young also. How about 83 or 93 or 103? How about I get to actually live a good, long, healthy, happy life? I just celebrated my 45th birthday-one which I am extremely grateful for.
Now, 21 years after my dad's death, it seems like most of the deaths that I have had to bear have been for people that were way too young. So for those people, here's wishing you would have had more birthdays to celebrate.
Dad-48 years old
Marty-41 years old
Diane-46 years old
Dean-30 years old
Baby Lauren-6 hours
Baby Sierra Willow-0 hours