Sunday, February 15, 2015

i'm way too self absorbed to be planning your demise

I've been thinking alot lately.  Whether it's because I have more time on my hand, or a side effect of being off of the drugs I have been on for years, or because my mom fails to put the radio on if Walton and Johnson is over and I fail to notice because I'm in such deep thought.  It's like a bad movie, or maybe good, I don't know.  My inner monologue has Taylor Swift's 1989 cd as it's background soundtrack.  Probably because I use her cd to get me moving in the morning because it's so upbeat and it gets me going even when I don't want to.  But I've been thinking about alot.  So here goes:


(Taylor Swift's 1989 cd is my background to writing this blog btw.  Addicted, I know)

One thing that comes back to me over and over again is people.  People who have come in and out of my life.  Some leave on good terms, to a see ya later.  Some, no contact ever again.  A brilliant woman told me recently "when one door closes, another one opens".  That was definitely not the first time I had heard that saying.  But the first time I had heard it in reference to loss of friendship. Not loss from death.  I was upset over the loss of a friendship that had been with me for a long time in my life and it was found out that she couldn't be trusted or relied on as a friend, and I had a hard time getting through those feelings.  I'm not positive that I am 100% through those feelings but her saying those words helped.  A lot.  More then any other advice given.  I was with a group of girls and they all agreed with her.  So I put it to the test.  I let go, even more.  It was like magic.  Suddenly friends I hadn't been in touch with because of my and my crap and them and their stuff, you know marriage, making babies, growing up or whatever, were contacting me.  Party here, lunch there, visits whenever.  It just was so helpful, so thank you to everyone who has helped me through this time, and those that God put me on their heart to reach out to, and for all the killer advice.  Maybe the old friendship will be restored one day but it will be different, I know that because I'm different.  I'm happier now.

It also helped me work through a fight with someone  I decided it would be the last fight because they seemed to live on it.  I mean I'll be there when she needs me, anytime day or night, I just won't put as much stock into it.  She didn't even seem to trust me.  Guys, to be honest, I am way too self absorbed to be planning your demise, or stalking you, or hurting you.  I feel rude saying that but I have to say it.  There's not much more to me then what you see.  I'm bluntly honest.  I ask what I want to ask, say what I want to say, and if I forget I ask again.  I think that last thing is the part that freaks some people out.  I forget.  If I want to remember I write it down.  Then I can't find the notebook I write it in so I have to ask again.  So now I sound like a creeper who's trying to plan your demise by asking everything, again.  Did I mention I was self absorbed.  Really bad quality.  Especially when chemo has burned out your memory cells for ten years and it's like one long Memento  experience.  That movie freaked me out dude.  Messed with my head for days.  But get it into your heads people I will not call by name on here, I am just a normal, aggravating, crazy at times (but you like it), friend.  I'm not an international spy sent with your family as targets, or a crazy stalker (I mean no car people...if I had one I would be doing stuff...fun stuff...maybe stalking you on the side...kidding). I don't even know enough about a computer to cyber stalk you. I mean in more than a facebook kind of way.  And that's only if I'm like "oh I wonder how such and such is doing, let me look at their page", then I like pictures from today to the past six months.  I may be bi-polar but that just makes life a little more adventurous for us all.  Praise God for modern medicine.  Most of this is old stuff that was just on my head today.  And frankly it's my mental friends who think this stuff...you know who you are...and YES I am talking about you!!

And husbands I am not trying to get into your wives pants.  Sure this comes out of nowhere on here but it's a thing in my life as a single woman, more so one that hasn't dated in years and has no plans to in the future, but even when I was single with a baby this happened too.  Husbands think I want their wives.  I'm pro gay/lesbian all the way.  I believe you're born that way, though there are a select few who just love whichever person they love be it a man this year, a woman the next.  But I watched people grow up who were obviously gay/lesbian growing up and turned out, what do ya know gay/lesbian.  All at their own pace but it wasn't random.  I am pro gay/lesbian marriage and to be honest, I don't care who knows it.  I will not get into a debate with you about it, because you will try to make me see my error in my ways but to be honest, there isn't any.  I mean, when it comes to this topic.  There's plenty elsewhere.  How did I get onto this subject. Ohhhhh husbands.

So that's that husbands.  I am a friend.  Why does no one believe in that word anymore?  We became adults and suddenly there is no way you are not having sex with that person, ya'll hang out way too much.  Sure, if we were having sex we may hang out that much too but we aren't, and we are having fun without it.  People don't need sex to have fun.  Sure it is fun, but it doesn't go into every relationship.  People there are boundaries, and I for one, only cross the ones that say no hugs, I won't hit on you I will hug without warning.  So duck.

I guess this is just going to be a blog to vent about random crap.

I did start my new chemo this past week.  Guess I should catch you guys up on that.  I started on Tuesday.  Tuesday it didn't really do anything to me so that was cool.  Wednesday was a real bad day.  Real bad.  Thursday, not as bad. and Friday, better.  I get the medicine two weeks on, then one week off.  These first two doses she's giving me 20% less then what my dose will be.  Because of my reactions to medicines and all the medicine I have been on, there is a high possibility that my counts will just take a nosedive come the two week mark.  Doc just wants to see how my body is going to react before I get that in it's entirety.  I agreed with the plan.  The last med I started almost killed me so, yeah, let's start slow.

I've had really tired days, more then normal but also one really kick ass pumped up, electric charge kind of day.  Only natural that the next day I can barely walk two steps without falling over myself.  But it was a really fun pumped up day, and I got some stuff done which was cool.  That was Saturday.  Today is the tired crappy day.  But was a really good day otherwise.  The lady in front of me at church bought my breakfast, it really helped cuz groceries kind of killed me for the rest of the month.  I shouldn't have been buying it anyway.

Plus I've got to bring my dog to the vet this week.  I don't know how this is going to work.  The last of my money for the whole month going to the dog this week.  It scares me to think about it but God always works it out so I've chosen not to think about it.  You do what you've got to do for the ones you love.

And speaking of those I love...you guys...I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this time...I'll try better next time...sorry for the bi-polar ADHD rants, but that's the way you love them!

Monday, February 2, 2015

my brain is fu$%&*ed

I'm having a tough time with this blog.  A lot of times I sit down to write and I just go with it and can write and write.  But I sit here and sit here.  I have tons to say but can't find ways to say it,  I'm all over the place right now.  Internally.  I'm gonna try to verbalize what's going on inside me.


First thing is parenting.  Unfortunately we don't have the ability to make out children see themselves the way we see them and their beauty from the outside in.  But at the same time we can't make them want to become better people.  We can't make them want it.  And there is just nothing you can do.  You can't stand over them at all times and tell them what the right decision is, You can't make them do what they are supposed to do.  You can't make them listen to you.  It is frustrating, aggravating, and I get so pissed off sometimes.  I get sad sometimes.  So many freaking emotions and no where to put them.  No directions on how to get through it.  Panic attacks all around.  Smiles and laughter one minute, arguing and tears the next.  I guess this is what we call family.  Wouldn't trade it for the world, I just wish I was better at it.


Now for a completely different attitude and complete change of subject.  Another one of those things swirling around in my head trying to make sense of it all.  This is good though.  Good thoughts and feelings


Lately I have been lucky enough to have been able to spend time with many different people lately.  I participate in a group for young women diagnosed with breast cancer called SurviveDat.  If you remember I had to stop the Pink Princesses because I started getting sick and unable to make the meetings which made it impossible to run the meetings.  I tried asking a few different people about being someone who regularly makes the meetings so the meetings could still happen when I couldn't go but in the end, I couldn't find anyone and I had to stop the group.  In coincidence it was noticed that there had been a rise in young women with breast cancer and LSU and Mary Bird Perkins, and others (I really can't remember the details) applied for a grant to start something of the same nature and it happened!  Yay!  So it's something I get to participate in and not worry about it at all.  I just get to enjoy.  I've met some amazing women through this opportunity and I get to think of them as friends.  I attend meetings broken sometimes and leave whole again.  If any of you are in the category of young women diagnosed with breast cancer or know someone, contact me and I can give you the info.

In my last blog I told you about my girls night out to the LSU basketball game and I wanted to bring it up again because I had so much fun.  It was so good to get out and spend time with people I love.  Also my ten year cancerversary rocked and being surrounded by so many people I love was so special to me.  All of you that I couldn't imagine my life without you.  Just the memories make my heart swell with the love that I felt that day.

On my trip to Texas, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, I stayed overnight on Thursday with my aunt and uncle in Kingwood, Texas.  I've told you about them before.  It's where we always stay when we have to go to M.D. Andersons.  This time being there felt so special. I tried to memorize the little details of them. The love those two people have for each other is unparalleled.  I mean my parents love each other but it's a different love and a different situation completely.  My uncle respects my aunt and I look at them and I see a team.  It's relationships like that, the team relationships that amaze me.  I've never experienced anything like it and getting to see it almost feels like an intrusion into their world.  I feel lucky go see it I guess you could say.  Because you don't see it too often.  What's weird is I can now count quite a few couples into that category.  Maybe it's just because we are getting older.  I know no couple is perfect and you don't know what goes on behind closed doors but I feel like I do.  It was great spending time, even though it was a little bit time, it still was nice.


I took a break from writing this blog for a day because it got harder to write.  My mind has been so off in it's own world right now but I'm getting through it.


On Friday, after my appointments, we met up with my brother, Casey, his wife, Yen, and their little man, Nolan.  We met up with them for dinner and we spent a nice time catching up.  This couple is another couple who I see as a team.  Maybe it's just on the outside but I've watched their relationship and it's grown to one that I adore.  I'm so proud of them, they just bought a house, in Cypress, Texas.  It is beautiful.  They let us stay over there Friday night.  It was fun playing with my nephew, he just turned a year in January.  I liked watching my mom playing with him.  She's so damn good with kids.  Saturday morning I got to play a little with Nolan, finally.  I swear we have so much family that during holidays I barely see the babies, everyone is gushing over them.  They are the cutest babies in the world, so I understand.  What I was trying to get at was that I loved spending time with my brother and his family, I felt so honored to be a part of his life.  It was only one night, definitely not enough time, but I enjoyed the time I was there.  Even though the whole time thoughts were swirling in my head about my M.D. Anderson's appointment, I still was able to enjoy myself.

Saturday afternoon was the best though.  My friend, Mrs. Kelly Bowman, brought me out to lunch.  After my agonizing over what to get (for some reason I find that to be the hardest thing in the whole world to do) we got to do some visiting.  I hadn't seen Kelly in such a long time.  I used to be able to drive out to see her but I have stopped driving so all the fun parts of my trips stopped.  It was major depressing going to Houston.  I knew that I could go nowhere.  Do nothing.  But this time she came to me!  Yay!  It was so good to visit and talk about what has happened in our lives since the last time we had seen each other.  The good, the bad, and the ugly.  It ended way too soon.  She had to go to her daughter's play and I had to leave to go back home.  So we reluctantly said goodbye but not before she gave me a super cool headband that she made for me and a little wallet too!  It's all so cute.  She also had bought me some dresses back when I decided to start wearing dresses everyday and they are so cute!  I have grown since she bought them but I know I will get back down to that size so I can't wait to wear them!  She also slipped some goodies into the wallet she gave me!  I miss being able to see her regularly.  There was a time when we lived together, us and all our kids.  She taught me alot about being a mom.  I learned so much from her.  It was back when Madisyn was one and she had a two and a four year old.  We both worked at Copelands Cheesecake Bistro, then at Outback.  Those were the days lol.  I do miss it.  All the teamwork parenting that went on there.  So it was sad to say goodbye.  All of our children are teenagers and in high school now.  It's crazy.

Then there's my mom.  You guys know how much I love my mom and all she does for me.  I won't go into it again right now.

Now I'm going to get into the actual trip to M.D. Anderson's.  What can I say? I just need to find the words.  Well, I already told you the tumors have grown, pretty much doubled in size, one mass so large they can't even measure it because it goes off of the visible area.  This one is a mass of many tumors, so big, with so much, they can't count the lymphnodes involved because it's so large.  Well I also told you guys about my new tumor.  It's so crazy.  I didn't see that coming.  I knew they were all growing, I mean I can feel some and feel them more and know they are bigger.  Every time I seemed to have new tumors I always just knew.  Call it a sixth sense, intuition, whatever but I pretty much always knew.  But this.  I never saw this coming.  It's palpable too.  But it's in my fake breast on the right hand side where I am also numb on the part of my arm the brushes it.  So without me ever noticing it grew.  It's so weird because I check my breasts.  And I still never found.it.  So that's has been messing with my head some.

The other part that's been messing with my head is the appointment with the doctor itself.  My new doctor is very sweet, knowledgeable, and personable.  All great qualities in a person, but what about her doctor abilities?  She impressed me so much.  The day I scheduled the appointment she called me to learn about me, learn about what's not in the file, and what had happened since the last time I was at M.D Andersons.  Then during my appointment with her she literally has a typed up summary of my history that she refers to many times during our engagement.  Amazing.  It's the part where we go over the results of the tests and the treatment choices that has been messing with me.  We agreed that the treatment I have been on is not working and I should stop it.  We are going to stop targeting the Her2 protein, and the estrogen factor because, well, they aren't working.  We've done many treatments in those areas and none of it worked.  So as we are talking treatment options and I'm realizing that I don't have many.  Because of my heart failure I am not qualified for clinical trials and many other treatment options.  That left us with not much.  She also spoke of discontinuing treatment and just treating symptoms.  This is what has been messing with me.  Am I really there?  I of course said no way, I'm not there yet!  But it has still been wiggling itself into my mind and taking over.  Am I really at a point where out of two options one is to do nothing?  It was the first time I'd ever been asked about that and so I find it echoing in my head.  But one thing is for sure.  If I ever wondered if it would just be better not being on medicine I know for damn sure that it's not and I'm going to keep going until I stop.  Stopping medicine feels like giving up for me.  My tumors would definitely be growing and I would just be doing nothing.  It makes no sense to me.  I need to try and try and try and try.  I can't jut stop.  Everyone has their own opinion about this, I know.  Some would choose the no treatment option, it's okay if you feel that way.  Me, I, just have a different opinion.  Everyone is entitled to their own.  So if you have been around me the past few days and I have been a little "off", this is why.  My brain is fu$%&*ed.

Thank for listening,

Shannon

Friday, January 30, 2015

the ups and downs of a moody, major depressive, bipolar daughter

Not much has been going on lately.  Besides sleeping on the most amazing bed ever, I haven't really been doing much.  But oddly enough I probably have done more in the last week then I did all month.  Last Saturday, a couple I'm friends with, had a birthday party for their two boys (their birthdays are both in January, less then a year apart).  I hadn't been able to catch up with them in years and being able to just be in their presence (there were 40-50 people there so actually spending time with them was hard to do) and see how much their family has grown made me feel so blessed.  I felt so blessed to just be able to call them my friends and it gave me a warm fuzzy feeling of family.  Spending time with my friend's family, his mother/father/brother/sister in law/and other friend's and family just always gives me a feeling of belonging and at my age it doesn't come around too often. 

 Even in my own family I feel like I'm right on the outside looking in.  I feel like I have to shout to be heard and even if I'm heard I'm not listened to and anything I say gets laughed off as unimportant, useless, and my opinions vetoed.  Don't get me wrong, I love my family to death.  I believe they love me in all their different ways.  What I'm saying isn't always the case, but it's the way I feel, so I'm writing about it, I'm sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings or anger anyone.  I feel not listened too, shut out, and like I don't have a voice and still at 35 it feels like in some situations I am not allowed to make my own decisions.  At this point in my life I do put my foot down but it just feels like it gets stepped on and broken.  More then ever in the past,  In a way I feel controlled.  I know a lot of it comes from a great place in their heart.  It comes from caring and loving me and worrying about me, not wanting me to get hurt, protecting me.  But I am 35 years old and I am old enough to make my own decisions.  I am of sound mind.  Even at my worst I've still been coherent.  Except when I've been in the hospital, sometimes I'm on a lot of drugs there so I'm knocked out most of the time and when I'm awake I make no sense.  But it's frustrating because sometimes I just want them to hear me and just listen.

But like I said, I have mad love for each and every one of them.  No matter good or bad.  I love all of my in-laws.  I do have a great sense of family around them as well, just different.  Plus I have my bad side that is hard to love I'm sure.  My mom gets the brunt of that because I'm always with her so she gets all the moods.  All the ups and downs of a moody, major depressive, bipolar daughter.  Make sure to keep her in your prayers lol.  She says she just ignores me, she's so used to my dad I guess lol.  But she's so good at dealing with me, I guess because she's my mother and has dealt with me forever.  What's funny is Madisyn doesn't even get that side of me.  I do get angry, just like every parent, when she doesn't listen but she get's the adult Shannon for the most part whereas my mom gets the Shannon who is whiny and pouty.  I'm crazy, ya'll.  I just am.  But I love it.

I also had the opportunity to go to the LSU basketball game last night for a girls night out.  I had so much fun and love the fact that I got to spend time with some old friends and meet a new one.  I haven't had a girls night in so long.  I just pray I get to continue to do things like that.  To get out the house and enjoy life.  I miss that.

Now, the reason I sat down to write.  I'm at M.D. Anderson's and I had my ultrasound this morning.  I don't know if you are new to my blog or if you are a avid reader but you may or may not remember that some of my tumors don't show up on the PET scan and only show up on the ultrasound.  When something odd if found on the ultrasound they then biopsy them to find out if they are cancerous.  So after two hours of them ultrasounding me, only on the right breast, underarm, and clavicle, chest, etc.  No kidding, two hours.  Their findings were significant growth in all the  tumors, one is just too big to measure and a brand new one.  It's my first new tumor in a real long time.  I'm confused on how to feel.  It reminds me of when they told me I needed a heart defibrillator only to tell me I'm not a candidate for one.  It's that same confusion of mixed emotions.  It's again in my reconstructed breast.  My mom asked me if I'm going to have a double masectomy again.  I laughed.  Go in for my second double masectomy.  That's funny no matter who you are.  I'm waiting for my doctor's appointment.  We had three and a half hours to kill in between appointments so we have been hanging out reading, sleeping, writing, you get the picture.  I'm so happy Casey Bridges gave me a mini Ipad for my birthday because I'm getting to watch hulu, I could do it on my phone but it's really a small screen.  

Anyway even with all the distractions I still can't help but be thinking, "what kind of medicine am I going to have to get on", "will it be bad?", "how is this going to change the way my life is now?", "what's going to happen?".  Plenty other questions are running through my head but that's a big enough example.  I was going to wait until later to blog but I wanted to work through these emotions first.  I felt like I would forget to say everything I wanted to say if I did that.  So you will probably be getting a second blog either today or tomorrow.

I also had crazy news yesterday about my vertigo.  I went through a whole bunch of tests trying to find the cause of the vertigo.  The findings came back inconclusive and that there is something wrong in my brain.  We can't thoroughly check my brain because I'm allergic to contrast they give you for the scan to really work.  It's probably just some wires crossed up there, I'm not going to stress too much about it.  Doc told me to mention it to my Doc today, see what she says.  So I'll do that.  Agh.  Everything is just bull.  I mean can I get a normal month?  Maybe one, two would be nice.  But really I'm just gonna deal.  One step in front of the other, one day at a time.

Until later,

Shannon 

Sunday, January 18, 2015

it's just heaven

One of the greatest days ever.  Okay an exaggeration.  I mean I didn't even leave the house today.  I mean I played Farm Heroes and took a nice nap.  Now that's where the best day ever comes in.  Just roll with it okay?


I guess it started with this.  Remember when I told you about my lifesaving device from the hospital, the BiPap machine?  This thing:
See!  This thing!

This is the base. The part with the bright screen.  I have a humidifier and oxygen attached to mine, you can see the oxygen cord, green, on the left and the humidifier smack dab in the middle of the picture.

Just for fun, this is my oxygen concentrator.


Anyway, back to what I was talking about.  The BiPAP machine helps me breathe at night.  It's not the same thing as a CPAP but it's similar.  It makes sure I keep breathing.  If I don't take a breath in a certain amount of time it makes me.  I got one of my own that I have to wear every night.  When being prescribed this I was told I need to sleep elevated and he tried to refer me to a hospital bed.  Well, this girl isn't ready for a hospital bed and I told him that.  I feel like once I get a hospital bed, that's it.  I would feel sick and feel sorry for myself, you know?  Maybe you don't and I'm not making sense but I refused the hospital bed and I've spent the last few months precariously placing pillows with the hopes they would keep me elevated.  Nope.  I always end up on one pillow, laying flat.

This has been frustrating me for months because on one hand I don't want the hospital bed, on the other I couldn't seem to get enough pillows to work.

Arrives is my 10 year Cancerversary.  I had an amazing time, and I know I've written about that before but just throwing that out there because it was that great.  Enter Desma and Kevin Dinkel.  Friends with the family since I was 13.  I sat with them, and a few other friends, explaining the situation.  I guess they had asked how I was doing or something, I'm not sure how it came up.  Cuz I know I had told Anna, who was sitting next to me about it, so it must have been geared toward them and the Ziegler's.

Well right then and there Dez's wheels start turning with ideas on how to get me a bed that elevates.  I had spoken with friends about doing a fundraiser or two but knew it was so much money that I was kind of defeated so I hadn't done it.  Well within a day or two Desma has a fundraiser up and running online.  Within a week or two they have collected close to the amount but they were still trying.  Enter there son, Chad.  He approaches a friend from church, Lee Burns, owner of Mattress Direct  (honestly don't know if it's all of the stores or just one store), and asks if he wants to get involved and the man decides to donate the bed.  DONATE!

Delivered to me this morning was a Serta adjustable bed and I think it's memory foam stuff.  I didn't get a receipt and I was so excited I covered it with the mattress pad and sheets so fast I didn't look for a tag lol.  But it feels like it!  I'm sitting in it now and it's just heaven.  I have it set to lounge which raises the legs too, circulation a big problem and that helps, a bonus!!  Plus if you remember, we had help with Christmas this year and one of them gave a new comforter set!  The comforter and the two matching pillow cases are brand new.  I absolutely love all of it.  This is how every person should feel always. Cuz I took a nap on this bed today and woke up feeling like I was floating on air.  None of the aching everywhere.  It was wonderful.
I should have taken a picture of it without the comforter and stuff but like I said I was SO EXCITED.


So from the fundraiser they had left over money.  Delivered to me yesterday by Mrs. Dez was a set of cream bamboo sheets (btw, the softest silkiest sheets in the world...that I have tried anyway), also two memory foam pillows, and a European down comforter!  She said they are still getting stuff, like curtains...I will tell you more on that when it happens.  My bed is pimping.  You have no idea.  It's one of those things where you don't know anyway you could ever thank enough.  But I want to try.

Thanks to Lee Burns and Mattress Direct for the donation of the bed.  You really have no idea the difference you are making in my life.  Thanks to Mrs. Desma and Mr. Kevin Dinkel for the idea for the fundraiser and holding it.  Thank you to Chad Dinkel for approaching Lee Burns on the subject.  And last but definitely not least is thank you to every single person and family who donated to the fundraiser.  You took your hard earned money and donated to help me and I don't know how to thank you.

On to business.  I may have mentioned in my last blog that I was waiting on scan results or I may not have, I don't remember.  That's how not stressed I get about those things now.  They will tell me what they will tell me, no changing it.  I don't worry about them.  God's in control so I don't need to stress on it.  I wish I could be that way about everything!  Tuesday was scan result day.  Here's my post from result day:
Scan results day! OMG are they going to tell me I have cancer!?

That's how I feel about this stuff now lol.  I did get the scan results and they didn't say anything absolutely horrible.  Like last time some areas were stable some grew but no new growths.  Praise God, dude.  Though it's the same one's growing so I don't know how that will work out eventually.  So it's really great that I'm going to M.D.Anderson's at the end of this month to see my new doctor.  Maybe there is a new treatment or clinical trial I can join.  Something that my cancer actually responds to.  It would be nice.  But this girl ain't complaining.  Nothing can ruin my mood.  With that I will say good night!
a pretty pic of me...just because :)

Monday, January 12, 2015

sometimes i need positive polly

So here goes.


It's been almost ten years since I was first diagnosed with cancer.  When I look back I see how so much has changed.  I could start on about how I look so different and how the different treatments bring me different looks.  For a while every year I had a different look and didn't recognize myself ever.  But I'm not going to get into that.  I have complained, chatted, whined, cried about it so many times it just isn't important to me anymore and it doesn't hold the weight that it used to.  Haha weight pun without trying.  I'm so good.  So enough about the subject I wasn't going to talk about.

At this point in my life I almost take everything as a joke.  Like, my internal medicine doctor could be a comedian talking only about my reactions to the things he tells me.  The last appointment with him was right before New Year's.  It was a scheduled checkup.  I hadn't been feel super great, but then again I never do.  He looked at me, asked me about my symptoms, then immediately sent me to get a chest X-ray, blood work, and a flu test.  All of which I thought was an over reaction of a very cautious and caring doctor.  Pneumonia.  Again.  Thank God for that very cautious, over reactive, caring doctor.  Boy, it really makes a difference when you have the right doctors.  This man will personally call me on the phone with test results on a Sunday if he feels it's important.  I will forever be in debt to Nichole Whetstone, who used to work there and referred me to him.  I'm not going to say the doctor's name just because I really haven't asked if he would mind, I don't know, I just feel weird about it. 

Oh back to humor and such.  So he's looking at the results and says pneumonia.  Let me just say this.  I had pneumonia twice this past summer which as a result landed me in the hospital and changed my life.  When I was better I received the pneumonia shot.  You know the shot so you don't get pneumonia.  So back to the doctor's office.  He told me about pneumonia and I immediately broke into an insane laughter.  It was the funniest thing to me.  I went in for a normal check up and was told I had pneumonia.  I mean, seriously, that was so funny to me.  Doc looked at me like I was crazy for a second then smiled with me.  We spoke about how because I did have the shot the symptoms weren't as bad as they should be and we caught it early he thought.  I don't think I stopped giggling until the next day.  Just kidding but it was for a while.  

I think back over the ten years and I wonder if I always would laugh in the doctors face as they were telling me bad news.  I remember, at first, I was Positive Polly, nodding and smiling and ready to kick some cancer ass.  Researching for hours, talking with anyone I knew in the medical field, asking them to explain stuff to me until I understood.  I reassured everyone that I was great and couldn't wait for life to get back to normal.  I was sad about the 40 lb weight gain in a month and the increase in feet size but I decided if that was all I had to complain about then I was okay.  I did have days when it would hit me and I would break but I had a lot of Positive Polly days.  And it did get back to normal, at least for a little while.  Well kind of normal.  I left my husband and moved in with my parents and shared a room with Madisyn for awhile.  

So I finished radiation in March and September 11th I got the news of more cancer.  I'm trying to remember how I reacted.  Oh I remember, I was pissed.  I wanted to break my phone (they called me with the news) and I think they let me leave work.  Since it was a temp job, and I needed time off for a couple surgeries, they let me go.  That pissed me off too.  So I was pretty angry then.  Alot happened between me and the doctors that I'm not getting into and it was a very unpleasant experience.  Yet I was Positive Polly with everyone, met some great people during treatment, one who led me to my oncologist that I have today.  Thank you Judy Davis.  I don't know if I'd still be here at all if it wasn't for you.  I know she doesn't read this but oh well lol.  

I could go on and on and on with all the different ways I have reacted to news given to me.  Mostly bad news.  Always was the good news that it hadn't spread outside into other organs.  There's Polly Positive jumping in.  But the longer it's been and the more that's happened and news after news after news I'm at this point where if someone asks me how I'm doing I kind of just shrug.  Make a face maybe.  Dramatic sigh.  Not so much with the GOOD!  And when the doctors give me bad news I laugh in their face apparently.  I know this isn't the first time I crazy laughed to him but the look he gave me was so classic.  Just a shocked, wtf face.  At times I wonder if I should be worried, that maybe I've crossed some line into a mentally crazy world.  Then I realized I like my crazy so I stop worrying.  

Well, I went to see the doctor about getting the defibrillator as suggested by my cardiologist because my heart still isn't getting any better.  It's been six months and my heart hasn't improved with the medicine I'm on.  Well my talk with the electrophysiologist (seriously the name of a profession.  I now have an electrophysiologist) brought about some interesting information.  My MediPort is a problem.  This is the device above my clavicle on the right side that is attached to a vein so they can give me meds though it i.e. chemo, antibiotics, vitamins, fluids, etc.  They can also be used to take blood but most of the time the clinics won't use them, plus mine is so picky that half the time there isn't any blood return.  Well apparently there is a huge risk involved with me having a MediPort and a defibrillator.  There is a high chance of infection.  I was kind of shocked.  So I asked him, how many times have you put a defibrillator into someone with cancer and a MediPort.  He says Never.  Not what I was expecting.  I was thinking, this must be a common problem and there must be different was around it.  Apparently it isn't.  He asked when would I be finished with treatment.  It kind of confused me and I stared at him like a deer in headlights.  So he asked in a different way, when will I be in remission and stopping treatment.  Still confused but kind of understanding, he must not have looked too hard at my chart.  Good enough to know some of my history but must have misunderstood something.  So I just say, it's been ten years.  Gave him a little shock as he did the math on how old I was when all this started and what I have been through, he completely looked floored but gave me another option that is different in the sense that it's placed on my side and it runs under my chest but with all the scar tissue and such that became another no. 

I left there like a dog with it's head between it's legs.  I couldn't decide which was worse.  Finding out that your heart is bad enough that your cardiologist wants you to get a defibrillator or finding out you can't get one.  I cried when my cardiologist suggested it.  I didn't want it to be real.  But going to the doctor and finding out it's not an option just kind of floored me.  I didn't really know what to feel.  I wasn't happy, I knew that.  I was so confused.  I was numb.  I'm still working through those feelings.  I feel like I'm in this dark, ugly bubble that just surrounds me everywhere I go.  When I see people it kind of melts away until they ask how I am but one thing is for sure, people help it.  The pneumonia definitely hasn't helped, although I'm feeling better now.  And then I'm cranky because I don't have long sleeve shirts to wear under dresses, well I also need different dresses and some warm leggings.  Every day when I wake up and it's cold I'm like ugh!  But that's just a whine, nothing really important.  But for real, it really has been one thing after the other but I'm working on myself because it could be worse, so much worse.  Sometimes I need Polly Positive.  

Some really great things have happened that I must tell you about because I've been all grim and dark so I want to show you it's not all bad!

My family threw a 10 year Cancerversary Party for me!  It was so great!  I got to see so many of you and enjoyed every minute of it.  The pneumonia didn't stop this girl.  I didn't know I had it then but it was so funny, I felt crappy so I brought a blanket with me.  Like a security blanket.  Sometimes if I'm bad off and I'm leaving chemo I take their blankets lol.  I refuse to give them back because I need a blankie.  This is new with cancer I swear.  I didn't grow up still needing a blankie.  Well not until I was 25.  I didn't end up needing my blankie though.  It stayed on the couch the whole time.  I didn't even really need my oxygen until the end.  I was able to run around talking to people without trailing that stupid thing behind me.  I think I named it once but I forget.  So anyway, it was seriously awesome and thanks to all of my family.  Mom, Dad, Cristin, James, Erin, Aaron, Kenny, Courtney, Kelly, Scott, Casey, and Yen, and Leigh Anne for your help with getting people's information to Cristin.  You all rock.  Casey and Yen I missed you guys!

There is also a major blessing in the middle of happening but I don't want to tell you about it until it happens.  EECK!  I can't wait!

I finally have been assigned to a new doctor at M.D. Anderson's!  It's been so long.  What a process.  But she personally called me today and I go at the end of the month and I can't wait for that either!

Our Christmas was amazing.  Thanks to everyone who made it magical for us.  In fact the tree is still up because I never want her to take it down lol.  That and we all have been sick, me, Madisyn, and Meg, the girl who did our Christmas tree.  But seriously I never want to take it down.

Well, I'm passing out so I'm going to say good night.  Thanks for everything, especially just being there.  Love you all.







Monday, December 15, 2014

i have cancer for christs sake

Hey, so if you are on my facebook you know what this blog is going to be about.  Well most of it anyway.  I never even know what I'm going to write until it's written.  But today is different.  I've been needing to write this all day and I'm finally sitting down and doing it.


I had a follow up appointment with my heart doctor today.  If you keep up with me you probably already know that some medicine I was on gave me heart failure.  Again.  This is the third time I've been in heart failure.  Each time what's been great, is that I take meds and my heart gets  better.  I visit my heart doctor regularly and he makes sure it stays better.  

I had a pretty bad spill in July.  My heart failure went down to the furthest it's ever been, but oddly enough it went right back to normal within a day or two.  Then within another day or two it went right back down.  Talk about a roller coaster ride.  Since then I have been taking my heart medication, increasing it when we decide to increase, etc.  

This time I went to my doctor for my standard check up.  Did the echocardiogram, saw the doctor, etc.  But this time the news was different.  My heart ejection fraction rate hasn't increased.  The ejection fraction rate (I included a link for those who may be new to that terminology) normally is 55-70 but even when I was at 45 we weren't too worried.  It has remained steady at 30 though.  Meaning it's not getting any better with the meds.  

For a little background for those who aren't familiar with my ride, the heart failure has caused my heart to be enlarged.  This has caused a whole series of events that none are good.  Because of the enlargement it can't pump like it's supposed to so the fluid in my lungs isn't getting pumped out like it's supposed to.  The hope was the medicine would increase the efr but it hasn't.

Which brings me to this part of the story.  Let me start of with I have been an emotional mess lately.  My doctor saunters into the room mid speak about my efr sounding like nothing is wrong.  Then he starts talking about pacemakers, defibrillators and so suddenly I'm like wait what?  Me and my emotional self sits and nods and listens.  He said since I wasn't progressing, implanting a defibrillator would be a form of a life saving device in case my heart does start deteriorating more.  To be honest, it was like they told me I had cancer again, only worse.  I didn't cry when I was told I had cancer.  I got mad.  But there I sat at the cardiologist office boo-hooing.

I can't explain why it affected me the way it did but, well, it did.  I think I had hoped I would be all good and we would carry on as usual.  I think my mind set was at, if I have a pacemaker then I'm really sick (Wtf? I mean I have cancer for Christ's sake).  My brain works in mysterious ways.  But my doctor went on to tell me if I didn't want to have it done we would roll with that as well.  It's my decision in the end.  Then of course, it is still up to the electrophysiologist who will look me over and let me know if it's physically possible for me to undergo, a minor surgery, but still a surgery.  The electrophysiologist has the final say on if I can have the defibrillator. Doesn't seem like it's a tough surgery at all and I have a good surgery history so unless oxygen is the problem I don't see why he or she would say no.

I'm feeling better then I was earlier. It was an emotionally jarring day. It's just something new, unexpected, unwanted, and overall it's been a frustrating year.  One of the toughest yet.  But hey I make ten years in 2015.  So if you are free December 27th and want to come celebrate that fact with me, message me on facebook, twitter, text, call, vox, bbm, whichever your pleasure. My family is throwing a party (was supposed to be a surprise, we aren't any good at those).  Hope to hear from you!

Sunday, December 14, 2014

i. am. not. married.

Hi! Well today was a good day.  For the most part.  It started off with a slight mental breakdown this morning that originated just because my parents were thirty minutes late picking me up from church.  It was embarrassing but it happened.  I want to thank my friend Chad for being there and knowing how to react in a situation where a girl just starts crying for no reason.  Sure they were late but that hardly warranted a mental break.  My oxygen went into the 80's and my pulse to 180.  Yep mental break.

So that was how it started.  Actually it started beautifully.  I went to church service and the reason I say beautifully is because it was absolutely beautiful. Some singing of a Christmas Carol and they did so well, it was so awesome.  And Pastor Mike had a great message today and it was just great all around.  Until I tried to leave lol.  God mental breaks suck.

It actually started last night when I reacted unusually insanely to something that wasn't that bad.  I mean, to me it was.  It felt like people were going over my head because I don't know what I'm doing or something.  I had made plans for Madisyn to be picked up by a friend to go to the Jones Creek Parade and she was going to hang out with them until I got there after church.  Plans made.  The end.  I am not married.  There is no one who can go over my head and change things...or is there.  My ex husband was watching our nieces for the night and he would have them today for the parade so he planned to bring them to the parade.  It gave them something to do, gave me time to see them, etc.  He runs into my friend at a party and completely changes the plans.  He is going to pick up Madisyn now and bring her to the parade.  I had already made the plans, had my own reasons for her to go with them.  She needs to spend time with people besides us.  She hides in her own shell and she needs to learn to be around other people.  So no one asks me what I think.  I am not married.  Let me say that again.  I am not married.  I am a single mother.  My ex is her dad but not legally and has no right to go above my head and change plans.  Like I said, I overreacted but I'm feeling better and I want control in my life.  I'm sick of people assuming I'm unable to make plans and decisions of my own regarding my daughter and going over my head and changing things.  No one has that power.  No one.  When I am sick and in the hospital or sick and unable to think or move, sure go over my head, sure realize that I'm making no sense and make executive decisions but don't while I am perfectly fine.  There is a line there.  Don't cross it.  I only blame my ex.  Not my friend. Just the way it goes.  She didn't know any better.  He should by now.

Now that my evilness is out let me tell you about my appointment with my lung doctor this week.  Nothing new in the "what's that all in my lung" department.  Still probably fluid related to my enlarged heart and the blood clot.  Normally your heart will work to get that blood clot taken care of and fluid out of your lungs but when your heart is in failure and enlarged it doesn't really work very well.  It's working, just not very well.  I did, however, find out that the thought is I will be on oxygen for most of my foreseeable life.  Fun times I tell ya.  Fun times.  Anyone want to go hiking?  It really pisses me off to think that in the years before this all I did was work work work.  I never went and did out doors stuff, sports, fun, any of that.  I worked and worked and worked.  And now it doesn't seem that I will be able to do that stuff.  Who knows maybe I will.  You never know.  Doctors don't know everything even though I feel I have the best lung doctor around.  GO HEAD DR. G!

I'm really excited because now I have an oxygen conserver.  Instead of a tank lasting four hours it can now last 19.  I went to a concert once and had to lug two tanks around because we weren't sure if I would run out or not.  No more of that!  I could drive to houston and back and back to Houston again with one tank.  Talk about awesome.

Besides my mental break, mood swings, and high anxiety, I feel like I have been doing well lol.  Doesn't sound that way does it.  Maybe I need to increase some meds.  Anyway at the times when I'm not being all around crazy I feel as though I'm doing good.  A lot better health wise anyway.  I was able to hang at the parade for a couple hours today and was fine!  It was nice to get out the house.

I've been busy so I haven't been doing too much reading.  I'm still reading The Golden Lily but today I read a short story, well it's a book but a small book.  It was called Prisoners at the Kitchen Table by Barbara Holland.  It's a childs book.  It was on our bookshelf and I hadn't read it, one of Madisyn's books, and I had a little time to spare so I picked it up.  What an emotionally jarring book!  The author wrote the book as a gift for her sons.  The book is awesome.  It could easily had been longer and made for teens but the way it was written was probably for elementary school.  The book is about these two classmates who are kidnapped.  It's told from the view of the little boy.  It shows his style of thinking, about how his views of adults and how he wants to be good and not upset the adults even after he's been kidnapped.  It was emotional for me at the end, but just so you know, no one dies.  It's more of a sweet emotion.  If you have a few minutes one day, read it, it's worth your time.

We discovered a new Christmas movie we like.  It's called Snow with Tom Cavanough and Ashley Williams.  We fell in love with it.  It's a one of our new movie's for Christmas.

Hope your Christmas holiday is rocking!


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

so wud hada happened was

I'll start with this...I feel crappy.  Went all day talking about how good I felt today and how this week I've felt better then I have had in a long time, and well tonight I feel crappy. I'm hurting in more places then I even knew I had.  I had a little virus this past weekend, but still with that I have felt better lately.  Whatever the virus was both Madisyn and I got it.  My stomach hurts (could be that fabulous cake from the Survive Dat meeting today), I'm achy, cranky, and can't get comfortable.  I'm nauseous and it's no fun.  It's frustrating.  And not having spell corrector on here is gritting my nerves even more.  Come on Blogger!  Get with the picture!

On another note, tonight I was telling someone about how I live in a straightaway tunnel in which I feel like I don't want anyone to ask me about cancer and when asked they why it got me to thinking.  Why?  All I could think was that I was just sick of it.  Sick of my cancer, your cancer, everyone's cancer.  Cancer here, cancer there, cancer everywhere.  Why in the world do we not know what causes this yet?  Why don't we know how to cure it yet?  And me, I'm a positive mark in the world of cancer.  I'm still here, on treatment, but here and alive.  Me still having cancer and living shouldn't be good enough.  We should nip this thing in the bud.  We need to say F-this!  This is bull-!  Cure this **** and get it over with already.  Stop making new people have to here the words "you have cancer".  Stop letting there be new people to meet who have cancer.  Just stop it all!  It's not fair and this shouldn't be anyone's life.  That being said, I'm glad it's mine and not yours.  That's the one of the only things that make it worth it.  Knowing that you don't have to go through it.  But if you do, know I'm here.  I hate when I have to go through things alone, and if you do too, call me...or email...or text...or skype...or vox me...or bbm me...and whatever other app you want to talk to me on, I'll download.  As long as there is no cure there will be more of you in my court, and I'm sorry.  I hope it's not you.

And on a third note, I read my nonfiction book!  It was called If I am Missing or Dead by Janine Latus.  Let me start by saying, I really have wanted to read this book for a long time.  I didn't read anything on it, just knew it was a story about a girl whose sister left a note pretty much telling the cops who her murderer would probably be.  She said in the letter that she couldn't imagine them every needing this letter but she was writing it just in case.  

Poor girl.  She felt this way, was in some way scared for her life and never felt she had strength to leave.  She lived in fear and one day her worst fear came true.  This happens so much every day to people all around us.  It is appalling.  How come we have to live like this?  How come life can be so cruel.  At least I'm just fighting a war within my body and I don't have to face someone everyday who scares me to death.  I can't imagine what was going through her head to where she didn't feel like she could go to her mother or father or either of her two brothers or either of her two sisters.  If you feel this way get out!  There are programs for help for people in this situation and if you need to find one, ask me, I can help.  The thing was they don't even know if he beat her.  The letter only states that he borrowed thousand and thousands of dollars from her.  She was newly out of debt, had her own place, met him on the Internet and he came and never left.  They found her body wrapped in carpet in a newly formed construction site.  That wasn't what I wanted to say about the book though.

The book aggravated the crap out of me.  The part I just explained was the last chapter and a sentence from the end of another.  The whole rest of the book is about the author and her life growing up, being on her own, her failed relationships, her experiences in motherhood, marriage, and her successful writing endeavor.  The sister who was murdered was many years younger and so you didn't really hear much about her.  While her sister was growing up, this girl, Janine was busy in life.  I wanted more about her sister.  From the title it seems like it may be about her sister more.  I kept reading waiting to read more about her sister and was kind of disappointed.  When she did throw in something about her sister it was about how big her sister was, the fact that all she did was watch tv and movies, eat chocolate and popcorn, and did not work out non stop like her.  It almost felt like she was trashing on her sister.  That she couldn't just love her, every inch of her.  Janine tells us she spoke at her sister, Amy's funeral.  In the speech she talks of how Amy was happy to lose weight.  In my mind I don't feel like that is talking about who Amy was or remembering her.  I felt like it was her sister still judging her for being overweight.  But hey, this was only my opinion, you will have your own.  Coming from someone who has been both a gym rat and over weight I've learned that being overweight isn't the end of the world.  Life goes on and you can still look good no matter what your weight.  I think I was more self conscious the skinnier I've been, except on my bad days when suddenly I feel like I need a man and will never find one because I'm overweight.  On normal days I know that's sh**.  I also know that it would be hard for a guy to find his way into my life, my set ways, my time.  He would have to bang my door down pretty much.

So that's my nonfiction book.  I started reading book three in the Bloodlines series by Richelle Mead but then realized it's been so long since I read book 2 that I had no idea what hada happened in book 2 and in turn had no idea what she was talking about in book 3.  So today I restarted book 2.  So I'm on page 3 of The Golden Lily by Richelle Mead.  I know I loved the book, one because if I didn't I wouldn't have bought book 3 plus Richelle Mead is one of my favorites and I've loved everything else I have come across so going by that logic I know I will love book 3 too.

Madisyn and I have been binge watching Agents of Shield  on ABC/Netflix since Thanksgiving.  If you don't know, Shield runs along with The Avengers, Ironman, The Incredible Hulk, Thor, Captain America, I'm sure I'm forgetting something.  It's only in its second season so the only movies the tv show has actually gone along with is Thor 2 and Captain America 2.  But seriously, it's so cool.  It reminds me of how The Arrow and The Flash  have teamed up together, or how The Vampire Diaries and The Originals have teamed up.  Shield first shows themselves in Ironman, I think, and Samuel L. Jackson plays the director in all of the movies so far.  Shield, the tv show, focuses around this character out of The Avengers, who in the movie dies, but is brought back to life by Director Fury and a science project, for the sake of not spoiling it for anyone.  The greatest part (okay, maybe not the greatest part) is Samuel L. Jackson showing up in the tv show reprising his role as Director Nick Fury more then once.  Not only that but so does Cobie Smulders who reprises her role as Agent Maria Hill from the movie The Avengers.  She appears in only two episodes so far (boo).  With all that being said it's no surprise that I absolutely love this show.  The second season has been thrown into a special branch of tv, they changed a few things I kind of wish they hadn't.  But I'm willing to go with it as long as they don't veer too far off the edge.  I'd like to see where they are taking us.

I hope everyone's Thanksgiving holiday was amazing and am hoping you all are getting your Christmas shopping without going to crazy.  Just remember it's a season of beauty, peace, togetherness, and love so remember that when you are fighting crowds at the mall and even while surfing amazon or whatever website you treasure (mine being amazon).

I want to give a shout out to The Life of a Single Mom Ministry.  Jennifer Maggio and her crew really outdo themselves always.  This year, no different.  I can't even explain the amazingness they have brought me this holiday season alone.  For Thanksgiving a family contacted her about wanting to bless a family with a Thanksgiving meal.  They referred her to me.  We just finished eating the food we didn't freeze.  I just defrosted some soup I made from the leftover turkey yesterday.  This has kept us fed since Thanksgiving.  They want to bless us for the holidays too.  Jennifer brought over a beautiful plant for Thanksgiving, something that was so little that meant so much.  They then referred someone who called the ministry about wanting to bless a mom with a decorated tree for the holidays to me.  They set me up with a comped meal at Copeland's Cheesecake Bistro, we could order whatever we liked, and we did that while a friend of hers and her decorated a tree she supplied.  The tree is so beautiful.  More then I could dream of.  I'm not even getting out any of my other decorations, well maybe a couple.  But it's gorgeous.  .  The girl, Meghan, referred me to a family that wants to bless us for the holidays.  It's like this really fantastic game of domino's.  Then just as we finished up food from Thanksgiving I went to The Life of a Single Mom's Ministry's annual Christmas party and they handed out free hams, which I made tonight.  Not only that but I was able to shop for two of my nephews while at the Christmas party and found something for my daughter.  It was an amazing experience.  I know they don't do anything for glory which makes them even more amazing.  They do it to bless these mothers that we know work hard for their families every day of the year.  Just because.  If that's not God I don't know what is.

I've got to tell you guys that after awhile of being out of church while I figured out how to live life without being able to drive I am happy to be back.  I love Pastor Mike and the whole crew at HPC and am not sure how I made it this long with my Sundays being bleak and boring.  It gives me something to do, a sense of community, and somewhere to be with others who feel the same way I do.  I finally got my mother to give me rides to church on Sunday's.  Somehow she is okay with that, but I may even have that taken care of now.  I can give my mom her Sunday's back probably.  She wakes up, goes to 8:00 mass at her church, would go home, do a thing or two, and come pick me up for 11:15 service at my church, find something to do for an hour and a half, and pick me up, bring me to the store for what I need for dinner, and finally she would get home around 2 or so.  I know she doesn't mind but sometimes I do.  I just don't like her having to plan her day around me.  She already does it so much.  But that's what moms are for I guess.  I would do anything for Madisyn in a heartbeat.  So I guess I know how it is when it's your kid.

So after writing nonstop for an hour, that my dears is all for tonight

Monday, November 24, 2014

how do i say thanks?

Today was a good day.  Well a decent one anyway.  Physically I was okay.  Just some pain in my chest that I can handle.  I woke up nauseous and dry heaving but the rest of the day was okay.  I had stomach pains mid day that kept me in bed for a little while but all in all I can say it ended well.  It doesn't sound like a good day does it?  Maybe it wasn't the best.  It kept me from getting much accomplished but I did check a few things off my list.  Well not a lot but some.  Man my days are confusing to write about.  I'm confusing myself.  Pretty much, right now I feel okay and I got a little bit done today.  Anyway...

Thanksgiving coming up and I want to tell all of you how thankful I am to have you in my life.  Whether through facebook, twitter, tumblr, caringbridge, or carepages, however you made it to my blog, thanks for showing up and showing your support.  It helps me more then you know.  To think that people care to hear what I have to say is humbling to say the least.  I don't know how we know each other, but thanks for being in my life. 

This past year, well six months has taught me a lot about being thankful.  I've come a long way since August and I owe it all to all of you who have stood by my side.  Whether you show your support through prayers, meals, helping out around the house, or just by loving me, I appreciate it.  I don't get to always thank everyone all the time.  Sometimes a simple thank you doesn't feel like enough.  In fact a lot of times a simple thank you doesn't feel like enough.  It feels like something so small when the thanks feels so big.  Like, say you took time to make a whole pot of gumbo, salt free, so you know you aren't eating it, just so you could bring some to me.  How do I say thanks for that?  Or say, on the way you stop and pick me up a mini fridge and comfy blanket, how do I say thanks.  Or you spent time pouring over craigslist just so you could maybe find a mini fridge just to bring to me.  Many things are just hard to give all the thanks I want or feel it needs.  So take this as a super thanks!
I love you!

Well, I got further into the third book of Hereafter: Elegy and so far I still like it!  Maybe I was just not feeling well when I put the second book down.  Maybe I was having headaches and just got frustrated and aggravated and put the book down and thought I didn't like it.  Whatever it was, I'm glad I came back.  The third book has the demons coming back for her and threatening to kill anyone she cares about, again.  Well I guess that's always the case.  It normally is the same story over and over, just different in a way.  And so far it's really cool.  I have a favorite part of the book already and I'm not even halfway through.  So if you like supernatural, read away.

I'm hoping to go non fiction for my next book or maybe just not supernatural but I always kind of just make split decisions when I pick up a book.  Well I kind of already started another book.  One of my favorite series, Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead finished and then she wrote a series that took a couple characters and put them in a situation to where they are working together.  It's a series as good as the first and at some point I got caught up, had to wait for the next book to come out, and by the time I got it I had started on other series and am finally at a point where I feel I could start this series again.  I have a few books to catch up on but I have time.  The off series is called Bloodlines and I am on Bloodlines: The Indigo Spell.  So far I really like it.  I made the decision to not go back and reread the last book so it's a little confusing at times and instead of knowing I just have to go with it.  It's worked so far.

Tomorrow Madisyn gets to go see The Mockingjay, the third Hunger Games movie.  I'm really jealous so if anyone wants to go to the movies and is offering to drive I'm all in!

Well good night for now.  And sleep well.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

hello bad eating decisions

So, I'm feeling better then yesterday.  Just wanted to start off with that since I think I went on a "woest me" rant in the blog before this one.  Today I did not pop one nausea pill, praise Jesus.  


So excited to finally say I finished the book series I was reading, The Forest of Hands and Teeth Trilogy. It. was. fantastic.  I was scared it was going to end too soon.  I was scared I was going to feel empty without it in my life lol.  I'm completely satisfied.   

I'm back to reading the series I was reading before that which was the Hereafter Trilogy.  It's about a girl who is a ghost but becomes visible to one guy.  I just finished the second book today, in which she becomes visible, to well, everyone.  Sorry, I don't think that's much of a give away thing because, well, I just don't.  Sorry if I spoiled anything.  The series is about her, her boyfriend, his family, demons, seers, witches, etc.  No zombies or vampires anywhere.  Still good though.  I started getting bored so I switched series' to The Forest and went back to Hereafter today and ended up really liking it and deciding I would finish the series, after having decided prior to this that I wouldn't finish it.  Hopefully I don't kick myself after I read it and wonder why I wasted my time.  It's hard to get past the fact that mid book I just got bored.  It had plenty of action, I just wasn't into it.  I'm talking only of the second book.  I really enjoyed the first one and was stoked to see it was a trilogy.  Yep that was the word stoked.  It was the second book that almost made me stop reading it.  Glad I gave it a second try though, I liked the way it ended and so far, I like the way the third one has begun.

I was checking out the Carrie Ryan website when I put the link to it above and guess what I found out!  There are short stories about the trilogy everywhere!  I have to read all of them! Screw the "I'm completely satisfied" comment lol.  I'm so excited!  New project: find every book ever written with a short story by Carrie Ryan in it.  And go!  

I made the huge mistake of going to a Thanksgiving potluck tonight.  Hello bad eating decisions.  I have to say though, I didn't really eat any dessert, or most of my plate.  The turkey itself was probably enough sodium to kill me. So pray for me guys.  

Super aggravated about this blog though.  I've contacted google twice about it.  No answer.  The problem being, they have taken away my ability to edit my blog.  So I can't add anything to it except posts.  Can't take anything away either.  Except posts.  So pretty much all I can do is make new posts or delete old posts.  I can't make it pretty for you guys or add any pictures on my picture page.  It's probably because I left it dormant for so long.  But seriously, that's stupid.  S.T.U.P.I.D.

My hair is really great today, to bad you can't see it. lol.  

Anyway.....

Good Night!!




Saturday, November 22, 2014

my head hurts so i'm not making sense

My bad guys.  I haven't been feeling 100% the past couple days.  I had my shot the other day and it knocks me down.  I did manage to squeeze in a concert before it all hit though!  The night I got my shot my friend, Julie, took me to a Casting Crowns concert.  For those who just read that and said what the hells a casting crown lol, they are a Christian band that sings some great songs.  A whole bunch of great songs.  They keep shoveling them out too.  It really was a great experience.  Thanks Julie!

Super glad I had a good Thursday night because I was passed out by six on Wednesday, after my shot, and nauseous and with a headache full of pain everywhere Friday, and passed out by sevenish.  Woke up this morning, still nauseous, my skin hurting anyitme anything even just brushed it.  Still with this monster headache.  I haven't been controlling the pain very well.  It's a "learn as you go" type thing.  I'm not learning very well.  I've had three shots since I've been out the hospital (before the hospital I was getting my shots on the same day as herceptin so it was hard to pinpoint what side effects were from the shots) and I'm still trying to register what I need and don't need.  My head hurts so I don't think I'm making sense right now.  If I'm not, I'm sorry.  My mom tells me everytime that it's always as bad as it feels, so I guess I need to remember that so I'm not shocked every time.  

What did make me forget about how bad I feel was my friend, Kristin.  She came by with some low salt gumbo for us!  Can't tell you how perfect the timing was either.  She's been wanting to bring food by since I got out the hospital, and it's super awesome she brought it just now.  I don't have to think about food, for about a month lol.  When she brings food, she brings food.  It was so great to have her come and visit, I haven't laughed so much in a long time.  Love you Kristin!

I felt so bad this morning.  I was kind of confused.  Completely forgot about my whole morning routine (taking vitals, giving myself a shot, taking medicine, etc).  Absolutely ridiculous!  It's not like I haven't missed the routine some mornings, it's just normally if I skip it, it's a conscious decision and I take my morning meds and give myself a shot,and weigh myself (my weight determines the amount of potassium and furosemide-my fluid pill-e I take daily.  I have to maintain the fluid, if I retain fluid it shows on the scale.  Sometimes I have gained as much as five pounds in one night from the day before)  the necessities.  Today I did weigh myself, but then my mind completely shut down.  I'm still shocked at myself.  

I have almost finished my book though!  I would have finished it by now but sleeping kind of took over my life for a couple days.  Then last night I woke up about 1:30 and couldn't get back to sleep.  I read some, tried to sleep some, but I still felt awful and all I wanted to do was sleep but my brain wouldn't shut down with me.  I couldn't even force myself to play on my phone or computer.  It would have taken to much effort.  Pathetic I know.  But I'm so close to the end it's frustrating.  So much action and it's like how is this book going to end?!  That's not enough pages to cover what I want to know. Can't wait to finish.  It's staring me in the face right now.
 
Until next time...
Good night.  Sleep well.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

totally fun filled

Today was a fun filled day.  We had a doctors appointment for Madisyn this morning.  Then after that another one for me, and my appointment is a three in one appointment.  For labs to be done, then to see the oncologist, then for my monthly shot and a port flush.  Like I said, fun filled.  I have stuck with a needle six times today.  Totally fun filled.  I came home and passed out.  Woke up from about five to seven and am just waking up now, around eleven p.m.  I'm pretty sure I will be able to sleep after this too.  I have a fun filled day of appointments tomorrow.  This time all for me.  Yay (sarcasm intended)!  


I finished reading The Dead-Tossed Waves by Carrie Ryan today.  I'm on to The Dark and Hollow Places, the third and final book in this series.  The one I finished today kind of ended on an okay note.  I was literally kind of like, "okayyyy".  But she had to end it somehow right?  The third one seems not to jump fifteen or twenty years into the future, like the last one did.  It looks to be of the same timeline as the second one, but I haven't started reading it yet, that's a guesstimation from reading the back and side covers.  The writer sure knows how to keep you wanting to come back for more and is the one series; lately, that I have found myself thinking about the characters all the time.  If I'm not reading it, all I want is to be reading it again.  

I mentioned it to one of the girls in the lab today.  Her and I are always, always, switching book tips.  I told her about it and she says her daughter is reading it in school and is the required reading in school.  Shocked me!  We never were made to read books about zombies in school.  I don't remember it anyway, then again, I really don't remember reading anything for school, though I know I must have.  I am so jealous of the kids these days. Zombies.  In school.  God bless them. Years ago, Madisyn was required to read Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightening Thief.  I read it with her, and so began our life in novels.  We share books, tell each other about them, sometimes listen to each other about reading them, sometimes not.  We finished that series and she went and read the other two series that were born off of that series by Rick Riordan, while I stopped and went on to other books.  No reason really, I have intentions to go back and read the other books, I guess I got to the point where I needed a break from reading them.  I don't know.  

We went to a signing in Metarie a couple years ago and were able to meet the author, which I am thankful to have the memory of.  It helps me on days when I feel like I suck as a mom because I can't do stuff with my kid and make memories of our own, I  think to that memory and others and realize I am a good mother, it's just where we are right now.  We may be in this limbo place forever but hopefully not.  

Another memory I hold on to is, one day she had an audition in New Orleans and heard about auditions for the Disney going on the following day in Austin, Texas.  So, being the awesome mother I am, I brought it up and said "ROAD TRIP!"  So for the next eleven hours we drove to Austin.  We made it in time to audition and we jumped back in the car and went home.  If I was really as cool as I claim, I would have called my cousin, or my best friends brother, who both live there, and go pass out on the couch for a little bit.  Then wake up and do some Austin touring.  But I wanted us to get back, for whatever reason.  There was a birthday party for one of my best friends that night maybe that why.  I just remember we didn't stay and we drove back.  The road trip was the best part.  

I used to feel the need to make memories like that.  Maybe I had foreseen stuff like me being unable to drive.  I don't know, but I'm glad I never listen when someone tells me I can't do something.  Now if someone tells me I can't do something, half the time I have to listen because; well, if they won't bring me then we can't go.  Plus I can't offer to pay their way so sometimes I feel like I can't ask.  So we end up in our little cocoon at home.  Oh it's frustrating, to go from free spirit to caged animal.  I realize I really am not a caged animal, I mean I would be fed three meals a day, plus some snacks by some random worker lol.  But you get the analogy right?

Well that's about it for tonight.  Except I meant to tell you about how I tried double socking.  It worked!  Warm and toasty toes for me from now on!  Now I know, and for days double socking does not work, I will try triple socking it.  Now that's really it.  Good night and sleep well!


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

we live in freaking louisiana

Okay, so today is one of those days when I try to think of every excuse in the book to do absolutely nothing.  I've been talking myself out of starting on this for probably three hours. now.  In reality I had to do my night stuff so that took, what seemed like no time at all.  Some days it feels like it takes so long to do.  I talked myself out of doing the last couple dishes, and talked myself out of doing a few other things as well.  The crazy part is that now, I have a migraine and am telling myself I promised myself  I would write and that I know if I stop I won't start back up again.  Kind of like going to the gym, right?


I'm still reading The Dead-Tossed Waves by Carrie Ryan.  That's what has torn me away from everything and caused me to be half-ass all day.  May as well finish those last two dishes right?  This book is so good though.  It's about this girl, the daughter of the girl in the first one, and she kind of ends up following in the footsteps of her mother.  Quite literally in fact.  The basis, again for those who maybe didn't read a couple blogs ago, is the zombie Apocalypse where they are called anything but zombie's.  There are towns that live within the confines of fences, or like this one, has the ocean as a border, to keep the zombie's out.  That's about all I feel I can get into without giving away plotlines.  The writer tells the story so well that it's all I can think about when I'm not sitting down with it in my hands.  I now wonder how I will live life when I'm finished with this series.  It's a three book series, so I'm halfway there.

Guess who is getting out the house to go have fun...this girl!  Thursday night, Casting Crowns.  Can't wait, Julie!

I hope the oxygen tanks don't mess us up too bad.

Have I ever told you how much I love my kid?  Well I do, a lot.  She's a young lady now, not a kid, I must remember.  So hard to, right?

Oh my gosh.  So we have this problem in our apartment.  The downstairs is freezing, and upstairs is so hot with the heater on.  But if I put it one degree lower it gets freezing and I seriously have a toe problem.  I already have numb toes, or parts of toes, but sometimes they become numb from just being in here and I will have on fuzzy socks.  I guess I need to double up.  Once I had these socks that I got from Mary Bird, a volunteer had made them, and still, to this day, they are the warmest sock I have ever had.  I lost one a couple years ago.  I think they are both gone now.  Frustration!  I need good socks if I plan to keep my toes this winter.  We freaking live in Louisiana, you don't anticipate this stuff until it happens.  Though, it now happens every year.  I remember, as a kid, wearing short sleeves all winter.  Except those two times it snowed when we were kids.  It's snowed more now but then it was all we got for years.  I keep expecting warm winters lol.

This will be it for the night.  Madisyn has an early doctors appointment, routine medicine check, early in the morning, and I have one after that.  My mom gets to bring her to school while I go hang out at the doctors office.  Fun times for all of us tomorrow!

Good night, sleep well.

Monday, November 17, 2014

blame it on sickness

I think I figured out the reason why I stopped singing.  I think it has something to do with my lung problems and not having enough air to sing.  I tried singing a few times today and it's as if I literally cannot sing.  Not that I can't open my mouth and let words come out but they come out raspy and breathy.  And it seems to take a whole lot of effort too.  So, I think one day it became to hard and I just stopped unconsciously.  So, mystery solved.  Blame it on sickness, that always works.  :-)

I had one of those days where you drop everything, spill everything, trip over everything, etc.  I kind of have it on a daily basis but today it was something I can't put into words.  I fixed myself a drink.  Took one sip, knocked it over but caught it before everything spilled.  Then after I finished cleaning that up and was completely on another task my oxygen line knocks over the glass again.  I had even moved it to a different table thinking it would be safer there.  Not from ADHD Shannon.  Nothing is safe.  I spent my day picking up things, rewashing things I already washed because I dropped it, and starving myself of liquid in fear that I would throw down with that glass.  By 6:30 I was a wreck.  I gotta say though, you guys liking and commenting on my Facebook picture today actually made me feel a lot better.  So thanks to everyone who helped with that (by liking or commenting) because it made my day.

I don't know if I'll ever be able to get another dog.  All this sign language Cassie does makes me a little spoiled.  She doesn't bark, unless you ignore her.  She does this thing when she needs to go outside where she comes and lightly walks next to me enough to where some part of her touches me.  It's easy to ignore because you think she did it on accident, but there is always something she is trying to convey.  Except right now.  I just took her outside, made sure she had food, and gave her a treat.  Check, check, check.  There is no number four yet she's doing her sign language.  I always feel guilty when I can't figure out what she's saying because she's really insistent, it makes me feel bad.  She's got the funniest incessant stare that says, the equivalent to, "Can you hear the words that are coming out of my mouth!"  Who remembers that?  So funny.  Or maybe, "are you listening to me at all?!"  Anyway it cracks me up everytime.

That's about all for today, except, wasn't it friggin cold today!