Tuesday, January 29, 2013

JANUARY 29, 2013


I had a few conversations yesterday that were very thought-provoking.  They made me think about the concept of fear, and how my view of fearful events, situations, etc., has changed over the past 4-ish years.

When I first (unknowingly) started on this journey, I was so fearful of the unknown.  Facing the colonoscopy was, in my head, the worst thing.  What was this test that people are so afraid of, that people talk so badly about?  I wasn't afraid of the results - ignorance was bliss, in this case.  I was terrified of the test, though.  They had to put an IV in, they were going to knock me out, stick a camera up my tush, and try to figure out what was causing the occasional bleeding that I was having.  I was reassured that they likely wouldn't find anything, and I trusted them.  Therefore, my fears were focused on the unknown of the procedure.

Now, after having several more colonoscopies, surgeries, etc., I look back on the fears I had back then and am sort of ashamed of myself.  But, I didn't know any better.  What's that saying?  You don't know how strong you are until that's the only choice you have....yeah.  I get that.

I've had to face and endure so many things that I've learned I have strength that I didn't realize was possible.

Fear is something that can paralyze a person.  I've seen that in people, and while I try to understand it, I don't know that I can.  I appreciate that the fear of the unknown can make a person wary of the future.  I try to understand this viewpoint, and to not scoff at those who live their lives in fear of, well, everything.

That sounds so harsh.  I don't mean it to be, but I've seen people who have allowed fear to dictate every choice they've made.  I struggle with that.  If I lived my life in fear of everything that *might* happen, I'd be dead by now.

I wouldn't have done the chemo.  I wouldn't have had the surgeries.  I wouldn't have pushed to go to CTCA, to try another approach, to do things that people didn't think were possible.

I've said it before - I try to live my life in a manner that provides my children with lessons that will help them make better decisions later on in their lives.  I don't know how long I have on this earth, so I have to make every single moment count.  I'm not expecting to go anywhere anytime soon; quite the contrary. I fully hope (expect) to outlive every single one of you.  :)  However, I have to accept the reality that I'm facing a disease that could kill me.  Because of that, and because of my absolute dedication to my children, I feel like every decision I make is a teaching moment for them, and I have to live my life in a way that I would hope (expect) them to live their lives.

Does that make sense?  Basically, I want to be a good example to my children.  I want them to be the best people they can be, and I hope that I can help them to reach that potential.  A lot of it will be up to them and to their choices, but how they see me live will fundamentally effect how they live their lives.  That impacts every single decision I make in my life.

Back to fear - I don't want my children to be fearful of much.  I mean, there's a certain amount of healthy fear.  But, when you fear every decision, every result, every idea....that's no way to live.

I've made a very conscious decision to live my life in a manner that look fear in the face and flips it off.  I have chosen to acknowledge my fears, but to live my life anyways.  I don't want to leave this world with any regrets, and I feel like fear leads to regrets.  (That's a very broad statement, and not meant to be all-inclusive....just a generalization.)

I am terrified of what this cancer might do to me.  Rather than sitting on my butt, worrying about how this might turn out, I've chosen to continue to live my life inn spite of the cancer.  Yes, I have cancer.  Tough.  I also have an amazing life, and if I'm going to spend the time to fight for my life, I need to, I MUST, do the things that make living this life worthwhile.

I have had the most amazing things happen to me.  In the past 10 months, I've been diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.  I've taken chances and been given the most wonderfully fantastic memories.  I've traveled in spite of the chemotherapy, and expanded my circle of family and friends in ways I never thought possible.  I've met Daughtry and Rodney Atkins (hang on, I'm having a moment....swoon...).  I've been given the chance to help other survivors in a multitude of ways.  I've been asked to speak to groups and executives, and have (hopefully) had a positive impact on some people.

Fear?  Yeah.  Fear and I are pretty close.  But, in a "keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer" kind of way.  I like to acknowledge my fears.  It helps to put words to them, to talk about them, to realize what they are.  And then.....to stomp them into the ground.  :)

I hope that you do something today that allows you to go to sleep tonight, knowing you've stomped a fear into the ground.  Do something that you didn't think you'd ever do.  I challenged a friend recently to do one thing each week that is outside of their box.  They have done that, and I see a difference in them.  They seem happier, prouder.  And, why not?  They've stomped fear.  They've challenged it, and proved to themselves that they are stronger than they thought.

That's pretty powerful.

My fear for the day?  I have my follow-up appointment with my oncologist.  Not only am I meeting my new oncologist (and saying good-bye to my old one, which makes me insanely sad), I'll be learning what the game plan is.  I have a feeling that I know what the course of action will be, but I am not an oncologist, and they may propose something I'm not expecting.

Yeah - there's quite a bit of fear associated with that.

But....I need to face it head-on in order to live my life.  This amazing, wonderfully fascinating, challenging life.

Comments:

KA said...
You are amazing. Thank you for always sharing your true self and for helping put everything into perspective. Big hugs and love to you!
January 29, 2013 at 11:41 AM
Blogger Natteringnic said...
Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing your honesty and bravery with us. Your words are an asset to all of us who read them!
January 29, 2013 at 12:09 PM
Blogger Carol Pack Urban said...
I agree with KA! You are amazing.
January 29, 2013 at 1:50 PM
Blogger Cody Bennett said...
So I have been lurking on your blog for the past few weeks...I too am at CTCA in Goodyear. You are an inspiration and you are helping me to keep everything in perspective:) It is so hard being this young with the horrible disease and with small kids. Maybe I will run into you some time and we can chat!
January 29, 2013 at 2:33 PM
Blogger Michelle said...
Cody - I'll be there tomorrow. Any chance you're around? :)
February 4, 2013 at 8:41 AM
Blogger Gomez said...
Your strength, bravery, and insight often inspire me. I hope it helps to know that your influence touches all your fortunate readers and their loved ones as well.
February 6, 2013 at 11:43 PM

Later:

Today was a long day.  It started (blissfully) with a much-needed massage care of Pat, my amazing therapist.  It helped so much, and I'm so grateful for her capabilities, her insight, her intuition.  If I could just get her to come to my house each night before bedtime, I'd be all set and I'd sleep like a baby.  :)

After some down time, we headed back into the outpatient clinic to meet with my new oncologist, Dr. Kundranda (who will be referred to as Dr. K from here on out because I'm lazy...).  We had to say goodbye to Dr. Granick (which makes me sad, even as I type this), who has been an amazing asset to my cancer fighting team.  He's going into partial retirement, and I wish him an amazing life full of relaxation and good memories.

Anyways, after some initial discussions with the nurses, etc., we got the whole team in the room.

The good news:  I'm healing well from the surgery.  All seem to be (honestly) surprised with my ability to recover from this surgery, and my energy level.  Well, my attempt at my energy level.  You know me - I don't sit/relax/rest well at all.  And, I was anxious about the appointment, so I'm sure my adrenaline was sky-high, resulting in a hyper-Michelle.

My CEA level is creeping back down (it's at 2.9...which is definitely not where I want it to be), so that's another good piece of news.

As we talked to Dr. K about my back pain, he expressed some concern that this may not be muscular.  His concern right now is that it might be pain caused my metastasis of the cancer to the bones.

*sigh*

I am scheduled for a bone scan on February 14th, and we will get the results on February 18th.  If this is indeed mets to the bones, there's a likelihood that I'll end up having radiation to the area.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous or upset.  I am.  I hate hate hate hate that this may be another recurrence.  I am so angry that this cancer keeps trying to come back.  I am just heartbroken, because I know that this isn't a good development.  If it has indeed spread this far....well, I just know in my heart what that means.  I'm not giving up, and I'm not saying that it's the end.  But, it's not nearly as good as if they were to say "Hey, you're in remission....congratulations!"

I have to say, I have faith in this new oncologist.  He is personable, seems to be a straight shooter, with an innate sense of how to handle to good news as well as the bad.  He said that he plans on being very aggressive, but won't run tests or do something that we don't have a valid, legitimate, purpose-filled reason to do.  For example, I asked him about the BRCA test that I had blood drawn for a few weeks ago.  I've been debating on it, because it's extremely expensive and I wasn't sure (given that the cancer cells were colon, not ovarian) if there was a benefit to it.  When I asked him about it today, he said that there is no benefit to doing it (i.e., if it came back positive, it wouldn't change how we proceed today).

He also said that if this is another met, we will continue to be aggressive.  If that means that CTCA doesn't have the capability to do what we need to do, he will, in his words, "ship me out" to another place that has what I need.  He is going to take a strong approach, but he is also going to only do what's necessary right now, so as to not eliminate all of our options right away.  He wants to look at the short-term solution, but he also wants to make sure we're also considering the long-term approach.

I'm absolutely okay with this view.

For the first time in a while, I got emotional in the room.  I asked if this means that my cancer has become aggressive, and whether I should be concerned.  I liked Dr. K's response.  While it was very non-specific, it also acknowledged that this wasn't the best development.  He indicated that there's a possibility for looking into clinical trials, when the time comes.

I liked a few more things about him.  One of his first questions was around genetics testing - he wanted to make sure that I had had this done, especially because I have kids.  LOVE this!  He also has experience in dealing with younger colon cancer patients, and acknowledged that he's much more aggressive with us than he would be with, say, and 80-year-old patient.  LOVE this, too!

And, he didn't give me an expiration date.  He did not give me a time frame, an expectation of how long I have left.  He just gave me hope.

I desperately needed that today.  I am holding it together fairly well; there isn't much of a choice.  I have to keep living my life, and I have too many things that I want to accomplish.  I chose to have the bone scan in February because, if this is another met, I can't do anything about it until the middle of February.  I would spend the next 3 weeks worrying.  I can't do that.

I won't do that.

I have a life to live, and I can't do that if I'm constantly worried about what's going to happen.  If I can't do anything about this right now, there's no point in knowing.  I know that's avoidance....I call it survival.

For now, I'm going to keep healing.  I have some new pain meds that will *hopefully* work.  They have me on neurontin (gabapentin), which should help me sleep.  I hope.

Today didn't go as I had planned.  That's okay.  It's another detour, a bump in the road.

I'd give anything for a smooth patch.

But - it's ok.  This is my journey.  My very long, very productive, very amazing journey.

Comment:

Unknown said...
Just started following your blog. I'm 34 and was diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer 2 years ago. I have another surgery scheduled next week. I understand the ups & downs of fighting cancer. But you have a fight in you, keep going! I have a recovery page on Facebook if you are on there. Would like to connect with you. Kelly caballero recovery page. My ID is skcaballero.
January 29, 2013 at 10:51 PM
Blogger Carol Pack Urban said...
I feel heartbroken at the news but very, very hopeful, too! I remember thinking one day at a time during my treatment. Love ya, girl. Praying all the time.
January 30, 2013 at 7:12 AM
OpenID runningawayintn said...
((((HUGS)))) I have been following your blog for a while and don't say much. Just know that there are many of us following your battle and cheering you on.

My Mom had stage 4 colon cancer many many years ago. I only wish she had the treatment options that are available today. I am amazed at what CTCA is able to do for you and I am SO glad that they are so supportive of you and your family!!!!

Hang in there sweetie. You are a warrior!!!
January 30, 2013 at 9:15 AM
Blogger Kathy said...

Michelle, I was informed about you and all you are going through, through Jen Buck. She asks for prayers for you often :). She is an awesome prayer warrior to have on your side. Anyway, just wanted you to know that my husband and I have been and will continue to be praying for you daily! God is incredible and has good plans for you. So sorry you have to go thru this but keep fighting. 
January 30, 2013 at 11:45 AM

Friday, January 25, 2013

JANUARY 25, 2013


I feel like I may be on the upswing in this recovery.  Yesterday, I sat a lot, and I paid for it dearly at night.  I didn't sleep much (the low-level back pain kept me up - it's just enough that I can't sleep, and that I can't get comfy...no matter what position I lay in), and I woke up this morning thinking that maybe, it's time to get active again (within reason).

So, I didn't nap today, and I was up and about.  We picked up a loaner wheelchair for the Monster Jam event tomorrow night, went to Julia's awards ceremony, and then took the kids to see the Hot Wheels Monster Truck in person.

It's now just before 8pm, and I'm pooped.  Here's hoping for a sleepy night...

Comments:


Sleep well, hon. I pray for no pain for you.
January 25, 2013 at 10:40 PM

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

JANUARY 23, 2013


I've been sleeping in the recliner since I came home from surgery (it's basically been my headquarters for all of my surgeries, since it's easiest to get in and out of), and while it's a nice chair, it gets old....really quickly.  At about 5am this morning, I was exhausted and decided to try getting into bed to see if my abdomen could handle it.  

I'm happy to report that I was able to get a couple more hours of sleep once I laid down!  You forget how amazing it can be to lay down in a soft, warm bed and fall asleep.  And, at the risk of jinxing myself, my back feels marginally better this morning.  Maybe I'm on an upswing?  Here's hoping.  

Mentally, I'm feeling better this morning, too.  Yesterday was hard.  There are things you don't want to think about, don't want to accept, don't want to have to consider, especially at this age.  One of the paradoxes of being diagnosed with cancer (or really, any kind of potentially terminal disease, I imagine) is that you are forced to really look at your own mortality when you should be planning the rest of your life.  I mean, I'm 36 years old.  I should be living the "dream" - I have two amazingly beautiful children. I now know what I want to do with my life, which ironically, I learned because of my diagnosis.  

And, when I think about it - I really am living an amazing dream.  I'm here....blissfully, by the grace of my own strength (which I'm starting to appreciate and nurture), my doctor's knowledge and talent, the support of my fabulously huge army (that's you, wonderful reader), I'm alive.  I'm able to see my children, hug them, laugh with them, teach them, watch them grow into these amazing people.  I've found ways to do what I love to do - support other survivors - and hopefully make a difference in their journey.  I try to nurture the friendships and relationships that I've been blessed with (admittedly, I need to work harder at this), and let them know how much I appreciate them.  

Pretty cool, when you think about it.  

So, yes - I do need to consider the possibility that this disease will keep coming back and will continue to try to win.  I won't let it.  I feel like, as I life the hell out of my life, I'm showing the cancer that it can't, won't win.    

Off I go, to live life in the only way, the best way I know how.  

Much love to y'all....

Later:

Well, it's definitely not what I wanted to hear, but it's what I expected.  The cancer cells they found in the mass they took out last week were metastatic colon cancer cells.

Laymen's terms: the colon cancer spread to my ovary.

Damn it.

The good news (or, the good news I'm pulling from the conversation) is that there wasn't necessarily a "tumor" found, and many of the cells they found were necrotic (dead or dying).

We won't have a game plan until next week when we meet with the doctors, but at least we know the freaking beast is trying to come back.

Bring it, bitch.  I've got an army.  :)

Comments:

I'm Nic. said...
A resounding *booooooooooo* coming from up here.
But you've kicked its ass before...you'll do it again.

Of this I am certain.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Keep "Hangin' Tough".
January 23, 2013 at 2:46 PM
Blogger Tina said...
Ugh! No, not a surprise, but still stinks! But hopefully this means the Xeloda is working? And hopefully they got it all, so there is no more cancer in that area.
Keep kicking back! I still believe you will win!
January 23, 2013 at 3:00 PM
Blogger Carol Pack Urban said...
Praying that the cancer cells are all dying off. I hope your back pain lessens soon.
January 23, 2013 at 10:13 PM


Tuesday, January 22, 2013

JANUARY 22, 2013


Ah....as the IV pain meds continue to wear off, and as my body tries to heal, the pain level is creeping up.  Damn it.  I'm good most of the time, but for about a 2-hour span (an hour before my Lortab and an hour after I take it), my lower back is really bothering me.  Not I-can't-function pain, but a low-level (maybe 4 or 5 on a scale of 1-10) that is just enough to cause tension in my body and to not allow me to sleep well during those times at night.  I'll be making a phone call to my doctor today to see if this is normal, or if this is something we need to change up the meds for.

Update: spoke with my care manager, and she spoke with my doc.  This is fairly par for the course, and we are going to wait for a few more days to see if the pain starts to ease.  If not, I'm to go back into the office to see if we need to re-evaluate my pain meds.  Meantime, I'm going to do what I know works to help me get through the pain, and use it as a reminder to relax and stay calm.

I'm trying to remember to take it easy.  My brain is ready to get back to life, and my body is in serious recovery mode, so I'm trying to make sure that I listen to my body.  I know it's only a few days out of surgery, but (in my typical manner), I'm already sick and tired of sitting around and just watching television.  Although, today won't be terribly bad - New Kids are on The View and making a huge announcement (concert maybe?!?!), so that will help break the day up.  Woo-hoo!

So, any books you can recommend that I read?  Easy reads, please, since my brain is not ready for heavy reading yet.  And, any silly movies you can recommend?  I'm not generally a movie person, and sad movies aren't an option right now.  I need things to make me laugh and smile.

What else?  We set up follow-up appointments with the docs for next week, so we'll have a game plan and know more about what we are dealing with.  I'm still expecting the phone call regarding the path reports today or tomorrow, so that's got me a little anxious.

As I think more about it, the fact that this cancer has come back at all (in some form or another) pisses me off.  I knew it was a possibility, but I just didn't think it would happen this soon.  I'm really hoping that Dr. Acord (the surgeon that helped my Gyn Onc with my surgery) calls and says that while they found cancer cells in the cyst/mass, they were all dead/dying.  I know that's being optimistic, but hey - I'm that kind of girl. To me, that seems like it would be the best option right now.  I'm just hoping they didn't find a full-on cancerous mass in the cyst.

My hope right now is that we can continue with the Xeloda (the oral chemo).  That seems to have kept things in check, and I am tolerating it well.  I can continue to live my life and function as a mom, work full-time, do what I need/want to do on the Xeloda.  We had started out with the lowest dose possible, so I'm thinking that they will either continue at that level and/or increase the dosage.  I'm really, really, really hoping that I can stay off the IV chemo for a while.  Forever would be amazing.  :)

But, whatever I have to do, I will.  I am not ready to give up.

I will say that this experience has forced me to re-evaluate my life goals, expectations, etc.  I think that has just really pushed me to continue to live each day to the fullest.  I see each interaction with my kids as a way to create a memory for them...each hug conveys my love for them.  Each touch is a physical way for me to say "I love you."  Each moment I'm laughing with my kids and my parents is a memory that we will always have. It doesn't matter whether I have 4 months left, 4 years, or 4 decades.  Every single moment counts.

I have to consider that this cancer is going keep coming back.  While this gets me down (there's a certain part of me that knows I have to accept this, even if I hate it), it also pushes me to want to do more.  I have so much that I want to do.  And, it seems like the list gets longer each and every day.

I need to take my kids to Disney World.  This isn't even a want.  I MUST do this.  I have to experience this with them.  I want to go visit my brother in Sweden.  I want to go back to Nashville and rock the hell out of a Friday and/or Saturday night.  I want to go to the Ryman and the Grand Ole Opry.  I want to go to Sedona here in Arizona.  I want to go back to New York and visit with family and friends.

I want to see my children continue to grow up.  I want to follow through on some decisions I've made and see where they take me.  I want to meet my beautiful niece, who's now due on my birthday in June and will be named after me (Elizabeth Michelle).

The list is endless.  I'm looking forward to checking things off this list, and to adding more things.

Anyways, that's what's on my mind.  The thing about recovery from surgery is that it gives you time to think....which can be good or bad.  Right now, I'm using this time to figure out what I want to do, where I want to be, what I want to accomplish.  Oh - and to rest.  I need to use this time to rest.  :)

Have a fabulous day, my army.

Comments:


Fantastic post! Will be waiting to hear more in the next day or two.
January 22, 2013 at 10:04 AM

Monday, January 21, 2013

JANUARY 21, 2013


Good morning, my army!  Thank you so much for your amazing support, strength, and good wishes over the past few days.  I have felt the positive energy, and it's helped me get through the pain.

I'd be remiss if I didn't take a moment to thank my parents for their amazing support, over the past years but also over the past few days.  I absolutely could not have made it through all of this without you, and am beyond grateful for you.  I love you both more than I can tell you, and am so blessed to be your daughter.

Well, this weekend was....interesting.  Thursday, as you know, was the surgery.  As Mom said, the surgery didn't turn out quite the way we wanted, but it also wasn't as bad as it could have been, so we'll take what good news we can.  The fact that they found cancer cells was upsetting but not wholly unexpected.  I kind of went into the surgery with this expectation, so while it was a disappointment, it wasn't a complete and total shock.  It definitely wasn't what I wanted to hear, but at this point, I've kind of learned to hope for thee best and expect the worst.  Seems to be working so far....

Anyways, coming out of the surgery on Thursday was tiring, to say the least.  Thursday night, I was obviously exhausted, but luckily (thanks to the pain meds) I wasn't in too much pain.  I remember speaking to the hospitalist at CTCA (that's a whole other story - to say he and I didn't mesh would be an understatement), but then things calmed down, Mom, Dad and Levi were able to finally go home, and I was able to sleep.

Friday brought on some new challenges (I spiked a fever, and I had a reaction to one of the pain meds they tried....damn it), but overall, the pain levels were fairly well tolerated.  Saturday, they decided to keep me one more day to make sure that I didn't have another reaction and that my fever stayed down, and I was released yesterday (Sunday) with fairly explicit instructions about medications, limits on activity, etc.

Today, I woke up feeling pretty good...relatively speaking, of course.  I'm not quite ready for a night of dancing yet, but I'm okay.  Pain is fairly well controlled by the oral medications I've been given, and I'm doing my best to NOT overdo it.  As I feel better and better, that's going to be my biggest challenge.  I don't sit well at all, and I'm not one for watching movies generally, so this part of recovery is often the hardest for me.  But, I've been here before and made it through - I'll make it through this, too.

I'll try to keep y'all updated as I have more information.  I'm going to make some phone calls today to CTCA to get some answers to some questions we've come up with, and then (after I shower) head over to Mom and Dad's to enjoy time there.  If I happen to hear back on the path reports, I'll let you know what we find out.

For now?  Let's focus on healing the surgical area, and reminding me to take it slow.  :)  I'll continue to get better, and whatever comes next - we'll tackle it then.  Enjoy today, my army.  You've done an amazing job.

Comments:

Thandi said...

Taaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeee iiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttt sssssssssssllllllllloooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!
January 22, 2013 at 5:10 AM

Thursday, January 17, 2013

JANUARY 17, 2013


Well, it's the morning of the surgery.  I'm nauseous, my back is killing me, and I'm tired.  I hope they have some good meds once I get there...

Last night sucked.  Between not being able to finish the bowel prep (when it comes right back up immediately after you swallow it - yeah, it's time to stop), my back in the most pain I can remember (I was actually crying at one point), and not being able to sleep, I'm just done.  Mentally, I'm exhausted.  Physically, I'm worn out.

What does it say about me that I'm actually looking forward to this surgery?  I just hope it actually helps...

Mom will update the blog and facebook once we have news.  I don't think you'll see anything until early afternoon our time, so please be patient.  Feel free to leave a comment, and we'll work through them.

Meantime, I'm asking for good mojo, prayers, etc.  And, lots of good wishes for endometriosis!  :)
Comments:
Akemiko said...
Michelle.. you are in surgery as I type this.. you've been in my thoughts and prayers all morning.
{{{{{{love, strength, healing}}}}}}.
xoxo ~Akemi
January 17, 2013 at 8:46 AM


Later:

Michelle's surgery went well but it wasn't quite as positive as we had hoped - but also (at least thus far) not as bad as it could have been.  The mass had continued to grow and attached itself to her colon, bladder, and other parts of the pelvis.They were able to remove the mass with the da Vinci robot rather than needing to make an incision.

The mass was about the size of a small cantaloupe. Michelle, in her usual manner, looked at this with humor and named it "Lola". It appears to be primarily endometriosis but also seems to contain some dead or dying cancer cells. At this point,we don't know what type of cancer it is - metastasis of the colon cancer, ovarian cancer or some other new cancer. And,we don't know how prevalent the cells were. Michelle is already creating her list of questions to ask the doctor.

She is finally in her room at CTCA and we are all resting comfortably as exhaustion is finally setting in.  We are hopeful that she can head home tomorrow.

More to come... 

Comments:

I am praying that after the biopsy results come back things are more hopeful. Also praying for no more back pain for her!
January 17, 2013 at 6:34 PM
Blogger Thandi said...
Two hopes-good pain relief and something easily treatable.
January 20, 2013 at 3:19 AM
Blogger Dana Birnberg said...

Her amazing strength I am certain must come from somewhere. She is lucky to have you as a mom.
January 20, 2013 at 8:29 AM

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

JANUARY 16, 2013


By this time tomorrow, I'll be blissfully unconscious.  Today, however, I am sitting here, trying to pretend my coffee has my traditional chocolate almond milk in it, trying to convince my belly that the cranberry juice is really my breakfast, and ignoring the grumbling in my tummy.  Oh bowel prep - you slay me.  :)  


It will be fine; I've done it before, and I'll have to do it again, so it's not that big of a deal.  Like anything else, when you can't have something is when you want it most.  I know that, so it's just a matter of making an emergency run to the local store to get jello and juice.  The good news about this time around is that I don't have to avoid red or purple drinks, popsicles, etc.  Silver lining, people. Silver lining.

Today's plans include getting the house/family ready for the upcoming chaos.  After about 5pm, though - well, let's just say I'll be unavailable.  :)

Yesterday was a pretty amazing day.  CNN came to CTCA to do a story about the organic farm, and I was asked to take part. It was an amazing opportunity, and a ridiculously fun day.  I got to meet some other survivors and caretakers (always my pleasure and such an honor to meet them, hear their stories, and become friends with someone else who gets it).  In spite of the cold weather in the morning (it was in the 30s when we were out planting the lettuce), it was such a fun experience to get out there, see the farm, and (literally) get my hands dirty.

This was all of us, lined up, planting a variety of lettuce.  Ilana (my amazing friend and sister from another mother) and I are at the end.  Ilana has a purple scarf on, and I have a black hat on my cold head.  

The cool part about planting the lettuce is that, in a few months, that produce will be on the plates of patients in the hospital.  No, I'm not a farmer, and no, I've never been successful at gardening.  So, for this city-born girl....this was pretty freaking cool.  And, the fact that we got to learn more about why the chose these particular seeds, why they have chosen to go all organic (or as much as possible) with the farm....it makes you think, for sure.  I'm stoked to see this grow, and to see the effect this has, not only on the patients and the hospital, but on society in general as the word about this grows.

After we headed back inside to thaw out, we spent some time getting to know each other and enjoying lunch. The one-on-one interviews started after that, and I was a little nervous.  I always am, until I sit down and start talking with the producer.  Then, (in my head) it becomes nothing more than a conversation between the interviewer (in this case, an amazing woman named Holly) and me.  It always seems to go by really quickly, and once it was over, I listened to Bill (a master gardener from Oregon and himself both a survivor and a caretaker for his wife) conduct his interview.

I am so excited about seeing the final product - as I understand it, it will be aired in a couple of months, and may be shown on the CNN Medical channel in doctor's offices, etc.  (That sound you just heard?  Yeah - that was my stomach dropping into the ground.)  I'll let you know once I have more information about that.

I did get an amazing compliment from Holly yesterday.  She's been with CNN since the very earliest days of the organization, and is someone that I'd love to have a chance to talk with more.  She strikes me as a very intelligent woman, very personable and kind, but smart as a whip and not afraid to tell you how it is.

After my interview yesterday, she told me how well I did, and said that I should look into being a motivational speaker.  I was completely unprepared for that kind of compliment, and absolutely humbled that someone would think that highly of me or my story.

But, it did get me thinking.  I wonder if there's a need/desire for that.  Would that be a viable option for me, even on an ad hoc basis?  I'm going to look into it a bit, but it's something that definitely got me thinking.

It also got me thinking about where I am in my life, and how I view myself.  I don't know if I'm the only one in this situation, but there are days when I feel like I'm still my teenage self, trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.  I look around and wonder how the hell I got to where I'm at.  There are times when I definitely don't feel like I'm a 36 year old woman with two children.  Sometimes, I feel like a kid who's pretending to be an adult, and occasionally, the responsibilities that I have are overwhelming.  Does that make sense?

From a professional standpoint, I am happy with my job, content even.  But, I don't think it's where I want to be forever.  I want to be able to do something that is going to help someone, something that is going to make people's lives better, and that when I do finally pass on, will leave the world better than when I came into it.  I know that's very vague and sounds fabulously generic, but it's true.  I was raised in a family where you were expected to give back; yes, you worked for a living, but you also did something to help your fellow man.

I have known for a while that I want to work in the cancer community in some capacity.  I haven't figured out what exactly I would like to do, but it just feels right to me.  For me, helping others in their journey is so rewarding; it's also healing for me, and helps me feel like what I'm experiencing isn't for naught.

Speaking with people isn't an issue for me; speaking in front of people doesn't bother me.  Maybe I do need to look at the possibility of publishing a book, maybe marketing it and myself.  Any ideas on that?  Anyone want to help me with that?  If telling my story can help someone else, then I'm all for it.

Thinking about it, though, seems like an almost insurmountable task.  To me, authors and motivational speakers are these amazing, wonderful adults who have a grasp on life, who know who they are and how they can help others.  Me?  I feel like I'm still trying to figure out my place in this world, and am kind of just going with the flow.

I feel like I'm rambling - I'll blame the lack of food.  :)

Anyways, we'll see where this leads me.  Meantime, I'm going to log off, eat some more jello, and finish things up around here.  Mom will post tomorrow when I'm out of surgery, and let y'all know what's going on.  Here's rooting for endometriosis....

Comments:

Thandi said...
ENDO, ENDO, ENDO.Glad the interview went well.See, we're not the only ones who think you're gifted!
January 16, 2013 at 12:01 PM
Blogger Tina said...
Praying for no cancer!! I'll be thinking about you tomorrow!
January 16, 2013 at 3:49 PM
Blogger Carol Pack Urban said...
I think I've been saying the same thing for the past two years. You do have a special gift in being able to connect with people, speak clearly and eloquently to get your thought across to just about everyone. Amazing ability!

God bless tonight and tomorrow that you will be able to sleep tonight and that tomorrow goes smoothly. Praying for no cancer and that your surgeon's hands are blessed by God above!

Goodnight, GF. Saying prayers for you right now. Please ask your mom to post an update to us.
January 16, 2013 at 8:47 PM
OpenID Britany said...

You should really write a book about your life Michelle. It would be a great opportunity for you to give back, and for other people to learn what you have over the years. Hope you do write a book I would absolutely love to read it!

Love your little cousin,
Brit
January 17, 2013 at 10:29 AM