I need surgery this week. Surprised? Join the club.
It seems the breast cancer, which whose tumor markers were stabilizing–with an ‘i’--has somehow managed to take over one of my lungs. I need to go have it drained and burned–yep, I just put ‘lung’ and ‘burn’ in the same sentence–so that this freaking disease has a harder time getting in.
As I like to ask to lighten the mood, “how we doing?”
Seriously, this is just insane. But so is the cancer ride. Like my first go-round with this insidious disease, it’s one step forward, two steps back–and this week it’s two steps way WAY back.
I’ll be in the hospital for three days beginning Friday, and then home hopefully in time for my husband to shower me with Godiva chocolates on Valentine’s Day. And since my lung has just been burned, if he doesn’t I will breathe fire at him until he gets his sweet buns out the door to the nearest high-end confectionery and gets this girl what she wants after a long day (weekend) at the cancer office.
Here’s what I need you:
This Friday at 4 o’clock Eastern Time, 3 o’clock Central Time, 2 o’clock Mountain Time and 1 o’clock Pacific Time I need you to stop what you’re doing and think of me. I just need a minute of your mind space to send me some good vibes. When I first did this–when I went through double mastectomy surgery 7 years ago–I asked my friends to do this and it worked. I was beyond calm when I went under the knife. No pill, placebo or anesthetic has ever had that kind of effect on me.
This time I am hoping you’ll do it for me again–hold my hand so to speak out in cyberspace so that I remember that through this procedure–and through this metastatic hell–I am not alone.
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