Wake-and-clap

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For the last few days, little man has been waking up and immediately starts clapping. He is usually smiling and continues to clap for a good 30 seconds to a minute. He loves to clap and always joins in when he hears someone else doing it – even when he is half asleep. The wake-and-clap is new though and I can’t help but wonder what is going through that adorable head of his first thing in the morning.

Is he excited to be awake? Happy that the sun is up? Did he have sweet dreams filled with fresh fruit and cold milk? Does he have big plans for the day and he is prepping himself to tackle the excitement? Is he just happy, in general, for a new day?

The last few days have been rough, which is expected. I caught another cold the day before treatment so that made this weekend a little tougher than usual. I spent the vast majority of the days sleeping, which has its own challenges when experiencing hot flashes regularly (blankets on, blankets off, blankets on, blankets off…I never knew how much my head could sweat with no hair).

This morning, I am choosing to take a page out of little man’s book. I don’t know what it is that excites him first thing in the morning but I am embracing that happiness. Despite the challenges that the last few days have brought, today is a new day filled with new beginnings. I am grateful for this day and the fresh start that it brings.

Have a wonderful Monday, everyone – and an even better week!

Sister snuggles

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Growing up, I was often known as Sarah B’s little sister. My big sister was my protector, my confidant and my go-to for advice or tough love. She was always there when I needed her, even during the times that I didn’t realize it was exactly what I needed.

When I was first diagnosed, Sarah didn’t hesitate. She immediately began making plans to care for me during treatment, making the phone calls to our loved ones to share the news and researching how to best help me through it. I have always admired her strength and ability to attack whatever comes her way. She has always been, and will forever be, a woman I look up to whole-heartedly.

Yesterday at my hydration appointment, we had a new (to me) nurse. While hooking up my fluids, she looked at me and asked “Are these your parents?”

Joe, Sarah and I stared at each other for a good 30 seconds before we all burst out laughing. No response seemed appropriate other than laughter. When we caught our breath, the laughter was followed by Sarah stating, “Well, I act like her mother so it’s fitting.” That made us crack up even harder. We continued to laugh about it throughout the entire stay at the center.

After the fun of the hydration appointment and my shot, we ended the day with sister snuggles on the couch while little man slept between us. There is nothing quite as wonderful as sister snuggles!

Losing time

The morning following the accident that I mentioned previously, I woke up unsure of where I was or what happened. I knew that I needed to ask about Joe & Mike somehow but the details of that night are lost somewhere deep in my mind. I once pursued the possibility of hypnosis to recall those memories but eventually decided that my brain was hiding them for a reason. The moment in time is lost on me.

Though the effects of treatment on my memory aren’t quite as severe as that, it is my closest correlation to the time I seem to lose during chemo. The week of treatment is a period of slight chaos as we try to ready ourselves for the upcoming week.  Trying to catch up on passed due chores, paying bills, and organizing our life the best that we can. It is necessary for my own peace of mind to know that our household responsibilities are ready to be put last for at least a week.  While the world continues around me, I am at a standstill while recovering. 

We have been incredibly blessed to have family travel from out of state to help care for me during each treatment, in addition to the help we have received locally through meals and help with little man.

My sweet husband has been a sense of strength for me throughout this, as he cares for all of the day to day responsibilities to keep our home – and our life – afloat during these times.

So while we ready ourselves for the big day tomorrow (number 4!!!), I am reminded that each moment that I feel good is a blessing and that I am one step closer to recovery.

Date day

Back in the early 90s (eek!), I was totally obsessed with the band Boyz II Men. I received their CD for Christmas and listened to it in my bedroom at night on repeat in my new CD player and headphones. Despite the skipping because I played it so much, End of the Road was my absolute favorite!

Every year, Boyz II Men plays at a free concert called Eat to the Beat. Every year we plan to go but something comes up and our plans change. This year we decided we were going no matter what!  We took the day off work and headed out there, not realizing that a few thousand other people did the same thing (It’s a Monday!).  We quickly learned that there were no seats! Eek! Knowing it was totally our fault, we asked one of the coordinators if there was any way for us to see the show. She explained there wasn’t and asked if we could go Tuesday or Wednesday instead. We explained that it was our only day off and that I had treatment Thursday.  She stepped away and came back to share they they would find us 2 seats!!!  My goodness, she made my day!!

So we headed to the concert and it was AWESOME!  They played many of their top hits, including my favorite!  Talk about a blast from the past.  What a great concert.

The day itself was wonderful. Though we missed little man like crazy, we knew he was having a blast with Grandma & Grandpa. It was nice to have a little time together as husband and wife before next treatment comes.

Have a wonderful Tuesday, friends!

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What a week!

What a week! The month of October was emotional. Aside from treatment and everyday life, it is Breast Cancer Awareness month and that brings a new set of emotions for me and my family. We have always worn pink in support of awareness, however we hadn’t been intimately affected by this horrible disease. Now that we are fighting the battle that breast cancer brings, October has an entirely new meaning for us.

The week began with a meet & greet opportunity thanks to our local Country Music station – K92.3. They arranged a delicious dinner for Survivors and then Joe & I met the band A Thousand Horses. We met some of the strongest, kindest and funniest women ever that night – all warriors who have beaten breast cancer! It was a blast and such an incredible treat to be surrounded by so many strong women and their loved ones.

A Thousand Horses Survivors K923Yesterday we had the honor of walking in Orlando’s Making Strides Against Breast Cancer Walk. It is the 2nd largest breast cancer walk in the country and over 60,000 people attended yesterday! 60,000! Little man’s daycare sponsored me – yes, me! The wonderful ladies at daycare had shirts made especially for the walk and friends, teachers, parents and families all came out to walk alongside us. It was incredible. The amount of people who have been affected by breast cancer is truly astounding. The Survivors – the strong, determined women who would not give in to this disease – were truly an inspiration. It was a humbling morning filled with tears, laughter and fun. Despite the heat, we finished with a smile on our face. It makes me excited for next year – when I can truly say I SURVIVED!

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