Thank You Cancer

Tomorrow I start my next step in this recovering-from-cancer process. It is what I hope will be the

beginning of the end of reconstruction.  What a great word! I am moving towards reconstruction of
my body and reconstruction of my life.  Often we focus on the struggles with a cancer diagnosis, but as we move towards "reconstruction," I want to take a minute to say "thank you cancer."  Through this process I have learned so much about myself and about those around me.

Confidence
Thank you cancer for allowing me to see myself as the strong, beautiful, amazing woman I really am.  I was in a situation where for a long time I lost myself.  It took losing all of my hair to see the sparkle in my eye and my true beauty both inside and out. Whether it is a big meeting at work or a party, it takes courage and confidence to walk into a room with my head held high and smile on my face. I even have a bounce in my step that wasn't there before. 

I used to care a lot about what people thought of me, but as I have fought through this battle I care less and less what others think of me.  Recently, I walked into a room and I could tell that they had just been talking about me.  I used all that confidence I had learned and I didn't let it phase me.  People can talk, but I am comfortable with who I am.  I know who I am. I predict this will help me personally and professionally for years to come.

Thank you cancer for the confidence.


Self-Awareness

Maybe it was cancer or maybe it is the divorce, but I have a feeling it was both, that have helped me become more self-aware.  Being more self-aware of my feelings and my emotions has taught me a great deal about myself.  I am using this self-awareness to make decisions about my future, to apologize when I should, and to love myself and others in new ways.  I am learning that self-awareness is a pathway to being an effective leader and a happy person.  With my new self confidence I know I'm pretty great, but with self-awareness, I know where I need to grow.  Thank you cancer for this insight.

Thank you cancer for helping me become more self-aware.

 Love
 My daughter and I have this thing that started when I first got diagnosed with cancer.  I couldn't help but to be afraid of my own mortality.  I would tell her no matter what happens in life to always remember the love.  Now, when I say "always remember..." she finishes with a big "THE LOVE!!!!!!"  I, will always, always, remember the love.

I have seen the love in long ago reliable friendships and in completely unexpected hopeless places.  I have felt the love of family and friends in their big actions and sometimes in the smallest of actions.  Whether it was my brother's best friend moving me into my new place or my mom's best friends rushing in my apartment at 10pm on a Saturday night to make sure I had air conditioning and would be comfortable I have felt safe and loved.  I have felt the love in meals bought, delivered and cooked in my kitchen.  I have held on to the love in the worries, the fears and the tears, but I have also swam in the love of laughter.  I have kept the love in the daily "how was your day" messages and I'm never letting it go.  Love is taking me to a BBQ joint and walking right out when I couldn't handle the smells.  Love is eating sushi with me at midnight.  With every hair cut, every piece of pie, and every cranberry and vodka I have felt the love.  In this experience, I have learned not to focus on the people who haven't been there, but to live embraced by the love of the many people who have been with me every step of the way. I have learned to be motivated by the love of all of those who believe in me.  

I have never in my life felt so loved.  I also don't think I have ever felt so worthy of the love nor have I accepted love the way I am able to now.

Thank you cancer for allowing me to experience love in all of its many forms.

Though no one wants to battle cancer, I can see the gifts it has given me and I am grateful.  I am becoming who I am meant to me.

Thank you cancer.

Next Steps

Not all cancer is created equal and therefore all treatments are different.  I have been very open about my experience, but I know that even with my openness, I still have family and friends that are left with questions.  I try to reassure them that it is ok to ask those questions.  Sometimes what we imagine is much worse than reality. I wanted to write a quick update on my treatment and for those who are left with questions, please go right ahead and ask them.   

About 6 weeks ago I finished chemotherapy treatment.  While I am elated to be done, I still have a few lingering side effects.  I mainly suffer from nausea and fatigue, but every week I feel the side effects less and less.  The chemo I was given was more preventative in nature.  There are no tests to perform to see if it worked.  In 5 years if I'm cancer-free, then it worked.  If not well...let's hope there is no "if not." 

Next week I will have surgery to hopefully finish reconstruction after my double mastectomy last December.  The surgery is expected to be very easy in comparison to December's procedure and I hope to be ready to join you for coffee, tea, or a more adult beverage very soon.  Maybe I'll even have hair by then. 

In three weeks I will start tamoxifen.  Tamoxifen blocks the activity of estrogen in my body, reducing the risk that the cancer will reoccur. Estrogen is the food that fueled my tumor.  I get to take tamoxifen for 5-10 years.  Yes, you read that right, "I get to."  It was recommended that my mom go on tamoxifen, but she decided not to.  After 9 months of chemo, she was done with medicines and drugs that gave her similar side effects. After finishing chemo, my mom didn't live 5-10 years.  I am once again learning from her experience.  I don't see this medicine as an option, I see it as a privilege.  It is another opportunity for me to live a long fulfilling life.  I plan on getting remarried when I'm 80, and tamoxifen is going to help me get there.  

While chemo is finished, the journey continues, and I welcome it.  I welcome every hot flash and mood swing, because it means I am alive.  <--------- And when I get tired, sick, or sad someone remind me of that line right there.  

In about a month, I hope to be in a nice routine into my new life, my second chance.  And I look forward to sharing the everyday strides of life with you too.  

  

As always, thank you for your continued love and support.        

  

Springtime

There was a day last week I thought I was physically going to die from the body aches. I got the flu while recovering from chemo treatment. Of course I didn't die. I didn't have time to die. I am learning how to balance being a single mom and recover from cancer. Dying would interfere with both.  Divorce and Cancer are life altering events, and some how, I'm managing.

I don't know how or where the strength has come from, but I find it always comes. Don't get me wrong, it is hard. Last week I had to throw in the towel and stay with my parents. It was a horrible feeling knowing I couldn't take care of my child and myself. But a friend wisely told me that I made a good mom decision. Maybe that's how I'm coping, one good mom decision at a time.

Next week, I will undergo my last chemo treatment.  I hope it will be my last one ever.  I hope that I can move on with my life and never look back, but the truth is, I will always look back.  This is my rebirth.  This is where I become the new me, the me I was meant to be. I feel myself changing every day.  I feel the new found confidence growing.  I feel peace and love fight the bitterness.  I know that I am exactly where I need to be at this point in my life. I know that it is springtime, the time of renewed life and rebirth.

I have been blessed to have been so supported through these experiences, and my wish for my support network is that they too may enjoy the renewed life of spring, though maybe a bit less dramatically.

April Showers...

My Village

I have a village.  My village is large.  It spreads from coast to coast.  It crosses oceans and continents. I am blessed to have this village of support.  They say it takes a village to raise a child and that village is curing me and helping me raise my daughter.  If I am seen as strong, it is because of my village behind me.  It is my stepmom who has always welcomed and cared for my daughter and me.  It is my aunt who takes me on walks, doctor's appointments and shopping. It is the many, many meals family and friends have bought and cooked with love.  It is the care packages and greeting cards that show up randomly and bring a smile to my face.  It is the old friends that have reconnected and the new friends who have become like family. My village is vast and strong.  

As I walk into the doctor's office for my next chemo treatment this week, I don't walk in alone.  I walk in with hundreds of people behind me, with countless greetings of love and prayers. Even when I am worried and scared, I never feel lonely.  I have never felt this supported in my life.

THANK YOU for being being part of my village.  

Bald takes Courage

They say that bald is beautiful, but I think bald takes courage and courage is beautiful.  Whether it is a big meeting at work or a party, it takes courage and confidence to walk into a room with my head held high and smile on my face.  Even with a scarf on I get stares and questions that are both unasked and asked.

I remember my mom being uncomfortable with her bald head and how beautiful and happy she looked when her hair started to grow back.  Part of it was that she was cancer free and part of it was her new found confidence that had disappeared because of her bald head.  I remember how physically uncomfortable she was in wigs and the fears that it would fall off.  I remember thinking 'she is going through so much, and now she can't even feel comfortable in her own skin.'  I have a wig, but why should I make myself more uncomfortable, when this is my reality?  This is me.

Last week, my daughter said "mommy, you need to buy new hair." I told her, I don't need new hair, because I'm beautiful without it.  I told her that no matter what is on my head I am beautiful because beauty shines from the inside out.  We had a conversation on how other things make women beautiful like being caring, kind, generous, and of course smart (I had to throw that last one in there).  And I told her that mommy is happy and that shows in my eyes.  The next day, I happily rocked my bald head, because I wanted this lesson to be more than empty words I teach my daughter.  I want her to know they are real and in order to do that I must live them.  During parent teacher conference, my daughter's preschool teacher said my daughter is very self-confident.  I like to think that I had something to do with that.  When I am doubting myself or in the midst of an awkward conversation about my lack of hair, I remember the beautiful girl I am raising, and I continue smiling. 

Yes, bald takes courage, and courage is beautiful. 

The Haircut

Fifteen years ago, my mom's hair started dramatically falling out from her chemo treatments.  She asked my uncle to shave her head so it would be less dramatic.  She was heartbroken.

Fifteen years later, I decided to not wait for the dramatic and asked my uncle to shave my head.  I had my 3 year old daughter help.  I wanted her to learn that it was just a haircut and feel a part of it instead of just coming home one day and finding I didn't have hair anymore.  For me, shaving my head for the first time (we will probably have to shave it all off in a week or two) was less painful.  I felt like I took control and I know there is a valuable lesson I am teaching my daughter.  I had been so afraid of explaining my coming hair loss to my daughter, but for her it was fun. It was not something scary or strange, it was just something we did. She has no reason to think or believe that hair or physical appearance can define you.  I hope that I can keep her that way.  I hope that she never has to know the emotional and physical pain of cancer.  I hope Uncle Bryan never has to give her a haircut.  I hope that she will never look at me and know the gravity of the illness I faced or my true strength.  I hope that for her I will always simply be fun, loving, silly mommy.

BEFORE

I shaved my Uncle Bryan's hair first, then he saved mine.

 

CUT AND TRIM

AFTER

 MOMMY & HER BABY GIRL

 

It is odd that it took shaving my hair off to get here, but today, more than ever in my life, I feel strong and beautiful.

The Mother/Daughter Tree

I'm a week out of my first chemo treatment and I'm struck by the connection between my mother, my daughter and myself.  First, while the treatment hasn't been "that bad," it hasn't been easy by any means.  Like with pregnancy and motherhood, I feel incredibly connected with my mom through this experience.  I only have to do four rounds, her first time, my mom did 9. NINE!!!! Nine months of chemo and side effects. I have no idea how she did it.  While her experience taught me much and probably saved my life, I do not know how she got the strength and the fight and yet, I know where it came from.  It came from her desire to be on this earth as long as she could for her children.  My daughter is my strength.  One minute I might be vomiting and the next I have to be making Valentine's Day cards, because that is what my three year old needs.  That is what she understands and deserves, gifts for her friends, not a sick mom.  There is absolutely no time to feel sorry for myself. 

I am indebted to my mom for her fight and courage and I am indebted to my daughter for her joy and inspiration.  

I imagine that my mom, my daughter and I are all part of a tree.  My mom is the roots, sturdy and strong, keeping us grounded.  She is for the most part unseen, but the rest of the tree wouldn't exist without her.  I am the trunk of the tree, beaming and tall, firmly in place because of my strong roots.  My daughter she is the branches and the leaves.  She is stretched out far and wide for the world to see.  Her limbs reaching for the sky.  She is what makes the tree beautiful.  

The three of us are forever connected in this beautiful life and though I am always me, they are what make me who I am.  They make me whole.

Our Daughters Are Watching

This morning Catalina randomly asked me "mommy your owie doesn't hurt anymore?" I told her it does still hurt, and it would likely hurt for a while but eventually it would go away.  Then I asked her if she was worried about my owie. She said, "well when someone has an owie, you are suppose to ask if they are ok."  She was just being considerate or polite. Either way my 3 year old made me proud. 

Though I previously thought chemotherapy would not be part of my treatment plan, later test showed a high likelihood for reoccurrence. Over the next 12 weeks, I will undergo 4 treatments. I thought telling loved ones "I have cancer" was difficult, it is nothing compared to the fear of how I will explain my hair loss to my daughter. We are experiencing many changes and I don't want those spinning wheels in her head that randomly think of mama's owie to worry her. 

I have a few weeks before we need to have this conversation. If I tell her too soon she will ask me way too many questions before then. We are in a why/how stage. I know I will make it fun. A head shaving party is in the works and I need some face painting crayons so I can promise to let her draw on my head. And of course a Wonder Woman scarf is on order. I will need to remember my girl power and that my daughter is watching me. No matter how difficult it might be to lose my hair, she is watching so I will confidently remind myself and her that "I am not my hair." 

I am reminded of the strength of my mom and of countless other women, who in the midst of adversity or even the day-to-day business remember "our daughters are watching."

Not really an update

...more of a random cancer thought.

I'm patiently (read impatiently), awaiting for a pathologist in an unknown lab to look at the DNA of my tumor. If the tumor responds to chemo therapy then I will need four rounds over 12 weeks. Medical technologies and advances are amazing! 

I'm at a place where I understand the chemo would actually be a good thing. Though I remember all too clearly how chemo affected my mother, my biggest fear is very simple...what will I look like without my Frida Kahlo eyebrows? 


#readyforwhatever

Cupcakes and Rainbows

My daughter has been really into the movie Trolls lately.  Princess Poppy (a main character in the movie) believes life is all cupcakes and rainbows.  I like to believe in cupcakes and rainbows, but the truth is the pain is real and the sadness is deep.  

I want to be open and honest about my experience, which means not denying the physical and emotional pain.  There is a limit to what I can do.  I can't drive a car and I struggle to take a shower on my own.  Like clockwork, I can tell by the numbness and pain when it is time for my next dose of pain medicine.  Now 20 days out, I'm afraid of Chronic pain. I'm afraid of what will get better and what will be for life.  I am also afraid of the surgeries I have ahead and the future pain that will inevitably come.  I try to tell myself that the worst is over and I survived it, so I can handle anything that comes along, but with each day I'm more frustrated and more exhausted.  

The shower is where I cry, not only out of frustration on my physical limitations, but because my body is so altered. This is not my body.  It's damaged and ugly.  I find myself hiding from my daughter. I don't want her to be traumatized by the huge scars and deformities.  I am not use to feeling this shame for my body.  These battle scars are bigger and more defining than any of the ones in the past.    

And then...I remember that I'm on a journey of love. It isn't always easy to get to that place of cupcakes and rainbows. Sometimes it is good to allow myself to mourn the loss of my cancer-free self, but the love that surrounds me keeps me grounded.  It keeps me fighting.  That love comes in so many forms.  It is my husband washing my hair; it is an old friend dropping off a fruit salad, lavender oil and tea; it is a far-away-friend sending me superhero fuzzy socks; and it is an empowered Latina reminding me que soy chingona.  The love comes in the meals that are delivered daily and the new years card with a wonder woman stamp and a note "that's you." The countless acts of kindness have been seemingly endless, and they have saved me! 

My journey of love has not been alone, even if I feel lonely at times.  I know that early detection and aggressive surgery has saved my life, but I also know that kindness and love have saved me over and over again.  So like Princess Poppy, I know that life is not always cupcakes and rainbows, but I am choosing to continue on thinking it mostly is, even in those gray moments of darkness and pain.