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Vizsla puppy dog. Look at that face

Room at the inn?

You may not know this about me, but I'm a wiz at logistics. Getting something here or there or getting something done efficiently and then getting it to work over there, that pretty much sums up my professional life. 

It's helped with my personal life to because I live far away from my family. Usually, that's easy enough to manage. They all live in Florida so visits with them a couple times a year become my convenient excuse to get in a healthy amount of beach time (hi family!! Love you guys:). But taking this cancer to the beach isn't going to happen. My treatment has to be in the little Midwestern town where I live. This time, I need them to come to me.

One other thing you may not know about me is that I just moved in June into a lovely little house. I could go on and on extolling it's virtues and those of my neighborhood, I will just say, I love it. I love everything about it. I especially love the fact that my newly minted kindergartener's school is right across the street.

The one issue I have with my house though is that it's small. In its last life I think it was a doll house. I don't hold this against my house really, its easier to clean because its small and its also really cozy. It does become an issue though if we want to host an overnight guest. Forget about an overnight guest for 5 days to a week. Chaos ensues with routines when a blowup bed is in the living room. Shutter.

So, my peeps are coming and unless they have a deep love of power tools and want to sleep in the garage, they really can't stay in my home. That's where you come in. I'm putting out the call to those I know and love in this little corn field who may happen to have a guest room. My mama and my best friend Callie (hey Callie!xoxo) need a place to sleep when they come. We can discuss specific details in full but I'm just putting it out there to see who may be up for it.

I'm thinking either that or maybe those ladies do actually love power tools? Hmmm.

Update

I saw my surgeon today. What she told me was, I can survive this. That was nice to hear but then she got down to business: We are in the information gathering stage.

I've got more tests tomorrow, I'll give you a hint about which one I have to get first thing tomorrow morning (check a couple posts back). If genetically predisposed to cancer, then the treatment will be aggressive. If not, it will be more simple. Those test results take 5-10 working days to come back. The surgeon strongly suggests not doing anything until we have this information. Measure twice, cut once and all of that.

The other thing I'm having tomorrow is an MRI, the results of which will be returned tomorrow. In that test, they are looking to see if there are any more tumors and to get a good look at the one that we know is there. One report says its 1.1 cm while another says 1.5. She needs good data in order to know where to cut and how much to cut. I want squeaky clean edges all around where she cuts because that means she got all the cancer.

So, we are still in a holding pattern. Until all the information is compiled, I won't know some important things:

• Date of the surgery
• The nature of the surgery: just the tumor (my preference), or the whole breast
• If the cancer is isolated or if it has migrated outside of the breast into the lymph nodes (this information determines what 'stage' the cancer is)
• If having chemo would be helpful (radiation is extremely likely for my type of cancer, so that's a sure bet)
• The extent of just how shitty this whole thing will be

Here's what I do know for certain right now:

• I am feeling the love and support from you all
• All that love is sooooo helpful for me, you have no idea
• I love you guys to
• Really and truly
• I do not however, love pink. Sorry about this last one, but I've gotta keep it real.

Love and Muah

Blissful Ignorance

These past 7 days have been such a roller coaster of emotions I can't begin to explain.

Slowly, after reading and researching everything that I have to do, I realize that I have to do this the same way I do everything - my way. 

I know how that sounds, but that's not how I mean it. What I mean is this: how a person survives and recovers from this is as individual as everything else in this life.

I haven't figured out everything yet but I do know that at some point very soon I will have to end my long-term relationship with red wine. 

The breakup will go something like this I imagine, "It's not you Red Wine, it's me. There are plenty of women out there who will love you for exactly who you are, really. This is no reflection on you..."  

I'll improvise a little to, I guess, but our parting is pretty much inevitable after this weekend. 

There are other things to, but for now, since I don't know anything, I am blissfully ignorant. Guzzling Red Wine, eating naughty food and sleeping a lot. 

In other words, I'm on holiday. Ignorant Bliss for one more week. 

Then - it's game time. 

Is it dusty in here?

Just wanted to do a little blog housekeeping this morning. I wanted to let you all know that from time to time there will be other contributors on here. Let me tell you a bit about them:

Nicole - she's got a little blog of her own she tends to, so she agreed to hop over here from time to time when the inspiration strikes. If I had to guess, she'll be putting up everything from alternative healing info, special diets and the random inspirational posting. She may also be putting out the call for help when the shit hits the palm tree, as they like to say in sunny Florida. I'll let Nicole give you more of her bio when she posts but I think you're gonna like her.

Jen - a super mama and woman that I met while wiling away the hours in my kaki's answering phones when I would have rather been out noshing oysters and cosmos. In other words, she totally gets it. Totally. She's going to be rallying the troops when needed, so keep you're eyes open for posts from her for sure. Also, Jen is a person who is connected to her heart and intuition in such a beautiful way and always seems to know what to say. So, if I was a betting woman, I would place my bets on seeing those kinds of things from her as well.

Bryan - you all know this guy already. He's going to be my ghost writer to update you on things when I am otherwise indisposed. He's a man who operates almost completely from his intuition, has an amazing heart, a sense of humor that gets me every time and an eye for art that doesn't suck. Plus, he naturally exudes a zen like quality rarely found among regular humans. Its extremely likely though that he will convey very little (none?) of these here, but I had to get out there how awesome he is.

As an aside, I would love to hear from you on here. So leave me comments if you are so inspired.

Lastly, and this one confidential to my brother: dude shut up. Also, I still don't like talking on the phone. And, just want to alert you to the existence of time zones. That is all.

Love and muah.

Let the good times roll

Newsflash: there are no weekends off from cancer. Which, in my view, is worse than working during the summer. Just sayin. 

I think I'll go clean and organized my house now. Good times.

Letting Go