Silver Linings

Okay, I'll be the first to admit, this cancer thing blows big time!  These early morning hot flashes aren't fun.  I'm so scared of chemo and all the side effects of it.  BUT, there are always the silver linings:

• Such as Richard and I both being up at midnight and doing a number on all the carbs in the kitchen pantry.  Making memories pigging out at midnight.
• The cancer card trumps just about anything.  I try to use it sparingly, but let's just say this girl gets to take as many naps and rest breaks as she needs.
• My family drove 6 hours to hang out with me for 3 hours.  This cancer thing has changed my family ~ in a good way.  I think we have all been reminded that life is precious, so is family.  
• I have fallen in love with Richard even more every day.  His strength has been comforting and inspiring.  He's shown me that he and Mase don't need me, which is oddly comforting.  But he has also shown me that they want me and that feels great.  Cancer has shown me that my marriage is strong.  And I know it will only get stronger.
• Went to Springfield today because I had a drain issue (fun times!) and I got to have an impromptu lunch with just my mom and my sister.  That never happens! 
  
• I'm humbled by the number of people praying for me and my family.  A lot of those prayers are coming from people I don't know and whom I've never met.  Some of those prayers are coming from the last person I would expect them from... And that is surprisingly comforting.  
• My walk with God has grown over the past year, thanks for some amazing women in my life who support me and also lovingly challenge me.  It's easy to reach out to God in the good times, but I had not had my faith tested to know if I would turn to him in times of darkness.  Well, challenge accepted.  Now, more than ever, I know God has a plan and is in absolute control.  I know He gives us strength when we turn to him.  And that is something that I will continue to carry with me long after this battle has been fought and won.  
• I'm thankful that my cancer and node dissection was on my left side and not my right.  Ouch!  But since I'm right handed, it could have been way worse!
• I just reached my goal weight!  Sad, but true.  Thanks cancer!  And, it's even been suggested I consider adding a few pound prior to chemotherapy.  Who wants a chili cheese dog... Or two?  Me! 
• Hey!  When you don't shave your legs for 2 weeks, the hair actually turns soft!  Gross, I know. Don't judge.
• Thankful that I have been able to reach others... Little old me.  I'm not special, I certainly am flawed, but I know my story has encouraged others to get tested.  To pray.  To recognize the blessings.  And that is HUGE!  I know this cancer thing is bigger than me.  I don't know how, but I know great things are going to come from it!  

An Update

An update on my Gill:  Jill is two weeks out from the bomb squad taking care of business (her hysterectomy).  She is doing remarkably well!  She has started driving again and is able to take care of some light house duties.  Physically, the recovery has been easier than expected.  I won't say it's been easy by any means, but she's capable of doing a lot more than she thought she would be (and most definitely doing more than she probably should be).  Physically, the first week was rough, but the second week has been a turning point.  I don't think she was prepared for the emotional toll the hysterectomy would take on her.  She said the first week was horrendous, but seems to be leveling out the second week.  That Gill is such a trooper!  Seriously, she's my hero!

An update on me:  Yesterday I received my mammogram results and everything appeared to be normal!  Hallelujah!  I know that there are a lot of women who would give anything for an unremarkable finding.

Today, I met with a highly recommended plastic surgeon to find out my reconstruction options.  I visited Dr. Carl Price in Springfield, MO.  His office staff was extremely friendly and made me feel very comfortable.  Dr. Price was sincere, attentive, personable and gave me a very realistic picture of the best route of reconstruction (even though it really wasn't exactly what I was hoping for).  Dr. Price also gave me the name of a breast surgeon who could handle the mastectomy; I will be meeting with him in a week to discuss the ins and outs of the mastectomy procedure.  I'm anxious.  But, really glad to be gathering all the information possible now, so that when I'm ready to press forward, I have the information to do so.

I've done quite a bit of research online, but this was my first time to visit with an actual person about the reconstruction process.  I was hoping I was a candidate for an immediate reconstruction (often called a direct to implant reconstruction).  Dr. Price said he would do either procedure, but preferred to do a stage reconstruction with tissue expanders.  The stage reconstruction lasts between 3-5 months (Yikes!) but he said he gets better results with that procedure and there are fewer complications and risks.  Once I was finished with Dr. Price, a nurse led me to a room where they took some 'before' pictures.  Goodness, that was an experience!  I had never been topless in front of a camera before I SWEAR!  So, that was a first, and once my 'after' pictures, that will most certainly be the last :).

Overall, my spirits are good.  I've been keeping very busy with work and planning Mason's birthday party and when you are neurotic like me, staying busy is your friend!  I do get scared when I think about the hysterectomy, so I just try not to think about it (if only it was that easy!).

One of my biggest stresses was how I would get my nose piercing out before my surgery.  Yes, I'm getting ready to have a couple of major surgeries and I am worried about a little nose stud in my nose.  My sister candidly told me "Julie, anyone going through menopause probably shouldn't have a nose piercing."  Touche Gill!  So, out came my nose piercing.  There is so much stuff I cannot control, so after about 3 hours of worrying about this (I told you I was crazy!) I just decided to take it out and be done with it.  I miss it, but I'm not stressing anymore about it, so that's worth something.

Shitty Sister of the Year Award Goes to Me!

Today is our birthday.  And, I made my sister cry.  So, the Shitty Sister of the Year award goes to me!  She assures me that it really wasn't anything I did, but it still is hard to see my Gill struggling.  But, truth be told a beer commercial would make her cry right now.  I've not been there yet, but I remember after having Mase, I had a few weeks like that.  It was tough.  I remember feeling so blessed and yet felt like I was constantly crying.  It was miserable.  I know she will fight through it..  Just wish she didn't have to.

Seriously, Jill is doing okay.  She knows people are praying for her and she appreciates those prayers so much.  When I call her to check in, she puts up a strong front, but I can tell that while the physical recovery seems to be much easier than she expected, the emotional roller coaster is tough.  She did say Jack brought home a box of cupcakes and a mango tea from Sonic and that made her feel better ~ that's the Gill I know and love!

Jill's Surgery Update

Thanks to everyone who said prayers and sent words of encouragement to Gill.  She anxiously reported for surgery around 5:30 this morning, surgery started around 7:00 am and wrapped up close to 8:00 am.  DHL reported that things went well and that he expects a typical, normal recovery for a hysterectomy.  I spoke with her a bit ago and she seemed to be in good spirits and not in a ton pain.  She was quite proud of herself for going pee on her own.  That Jill, always setting the bar high for herself.  Like when we were little I remember her career goals were to be a "Sandwich Artist" from Subway.  Aim high, Jill!

Jack, Jill's husband yes, their names are Jack and Jill, sent me this picture of Gill right before surgery.  My first thought was how beautiful she looked (seriously, who can rock a hair net like that?!).  Then, the worry started to set in and the tears started to flow.  You see, I know that look on her face.  You may see a pretty smile, but that's her "I'm going to smile because I'm fighting back the tears look."  Most of you may not be familiar with that look from Jill because she is so strong.  But, I know that look.  Goodness I love her!  

Jill before surgery... and likely after they gave her some medicine to calm her down.

"Too much quiet time in my house makes for a noisy time in my head."

So, I officially became one of those patients today…  I called my doctor's office and spoke with Jessica, the super nice nurse that administered my test.  My conversation went something like this:

Hi Jessica, this is Julie Moss.  I took that BRCA test early last week.  Hey, I know you are busy and have real things to do today, but I would feel so much better if I just had some sort of information.  I know they can't speed up my test, but I'd just like something.  I'm going crazy up in here!   

Jessica called Myriad to check on my test probably as she was noting in my chart my unstable emotional state.  All they could say was that they have my sample and are working on it.  While it's not a ton of information, it is something.  At least I know the wheels are turning.  They've confirmed my test did not fall out of the FedEx airplane.  And, no fire :).

During the day when I stay busy I am fine.  But at night, when Mason has gone to bed and Richard has started to doze off, I start to worry.  Too much quiet time in my house makes for a noisy time in my head.  Last night, right before I went to sleep (which isn't super easy these days), I remember a few tears falling down my cheeks.  It wasn't even close to a full on crying session so I clearly wasn't a total mess.  To be honest, at the time, I wasn't even sure why the tears were falling.  I was thinking that things could be SO much worse.  Tears were falling and I still felt really blessed.

I had scrolled through my Facebook page (because isn't that what people do when they can't sleep?) and saw something about a child with cancer.   I cannot begin to imagine what that kid and his parents are going through.  I know I can handle anything, but having a terminally ill kid might just do me in.  Then, this morning, I saw a video of a soldier's coffin being transported and the ceremony that takes place during the transport.  I saw that and thought that some family lost their mom/dad; siblings lost a brother/sister; and parents lost a child.  I also felt patriotic watching and impressed how hundreds of strangers stood quietly observing this stranger hero.  There is a lot of pain in this world that warrants agony and tears.  These images put my little journey into perspective.

So, as I write this, I think I know what the tears were about.  While my head, and my heart to some extent, knows that everything will be okay, my heart is scared.  Scared of what?  I'm not sure…  I know I can handle a positive result.  I know my family will do whatever it needs to do to ensure I can 'fix' whatever is wrong.  I know my marriage is solid and will only grow stronger.  I know I have the sweetest kid sleeping in the next room.  Life is f'n great good.  Actually it is WAY better than good.
I've been trying to prepare myself for a positive BRCA result, but still catch myself fantasizing about a BRCA negative result.  It's a blessing that my twin sister was tested, which prompted me to get tested.  But, its also made this process harder that I don't have the luxury to fall back on the safety of the numbers.  My sister got the comfort of knowing that only one in 500 test positive for this mutation (of course, then she got blindsided with the BRCA+ results).  I carry the weight of knowing my twin sister has the mutation, so I don't get the weeks of waiting with 'odds on my side.'  Odds are not on my side.  But, God is.  And family is.  And really, that's all that matters.

Gotta go… That's my sweet sister calling to check on me.  She's dealing with her own shitstorm journey, yet still takes the time to check in on me.  Told you, everybody deserves a Gill!