It’s the night before my first chemo treatment and I bouncing off the wall from the fear of what’s going to take place tomorrow morning.  I’ve joined a group nearby me, Breast Buds, and one of the members talks to me for close to two hours and manages to calm me down.  The next morning Richard accompanies me and stays by my side during the prep: weight, blood pressure, and blood tests. I’m also given an infusion of anti-nausea and anti-anxiety meds. Within a half hour I receive my first chemo treatment. In prepping me nurses explain this will be my longest treatment session–6 hours!

Surprisingly, everything goes well.  I’m just exhausted from the ordeal.  My Breast Buds buddy calls to check on me and make sure everything went well. I’m so blessed to be part of this group! It’s New Years Eve and we’re going to welcome in the New Year with our best and closest friends, Judy and Steve.  They know I can’t have any alcohol so we toast in 2015 with apple cider.  And dinner. . . oh my! Boiled lobsters with melted butter and lemon on the side, creamed spinach and scalloped potatoes.  Unlike what you sometimes hear about patients receiving chemo, the treatment has not caused me to lose my appetite.  Right now I see that as a blessing. First treatment down, only eleven more to go!

Life is a blur with no clear lines defined for me.  Once a week I receive my chemo treatment along with Herceptin.  When my chemo ends after twelve weeks, I’ll still continue to receive Herceptin, once every three weeks for a year!  My best friend and soul mate, my husband takes over and shops, cooks, cleans, day in and day out – not to mention taking me to my chemo treatments and doctor appointments.

In January, I saw my primary care physician and learned I had bronchitis.  Armed with an antibiotic and cough syrup, I began treatment for this. Now, I know when you’re on antibiotics, you need to take a probiotic or eat yogurt.  With everything going on in my life, that was the last thing I thought about.  Suddenly, after two weeks I was having tummy issues – loose, watery stool.  I didn’t say anything to anyone and let this go on for almost two months.  I was hardly eating anything and yet. . .

Then, one morning in March, my husband leaned over to ask me what I wanted for breakfast.  He felt my forehead and it was HOT, HOT, HOT!! He took my temperature ant it  was 105!  He called my oncologist who said: “give her two Tylenol capsules, don’t stop to dress her and take her to the E.D. in her pajamas.”

On Friday, October 10, 2014 I’m sitting in the waiting room of my breast cancer surgeon.  The room is unlike any room I often sit in waiting to see a doctor.   It looks more like I’m sitting in the dining room of a good friend and we’ll be enjoying a cup of coffee with some tasty treats.  I’m so nervous!

Surgery has gone well. I had a mastectomy and  I’m home from the hospital. On  Saturday, my surgeon calls to tell me the margins are clean and the one lymph node that was removed shows no cancer cells. The news is great.  As the surgeon and I hang up, he reminds me I need to call and make an appointment with the oncologist he’s referred me to.  I’m doing my little happy dance when I call the oncology office on Monday so I’m surprised when they can see me on Friday.

I arrive at the oncology office and I’m in an exam room waiting to meet Dr. O. She enters and warmly greets me, reviewing my history of cancer from mammogram, to biopsy, to mastectomy, to now. Then she begins reviewing my course of treatment. “Treatment? What treatment? No one’s mentioned anything about treatment. I thought I’m just here for a wellness exam.”  Her face darkens a little and she clears her throat. “Your surgeon should have told you that you need to have a treatment plan. I’m sorry that I have to be the one to tell you.”

“When they removed the cancer, some random cells may have broken loose. It’s like a dandelion gone to seed. When the wind blows, some seeds are dispersed and planted in the ground to bloom next season. That’s what the random cancer cells are like.” I sit and numbly listen to her prescribed course of treatment; twelve consecutive weeks of chemo with another drug, Herceptin.  Before leaving I schedule an appointment with an oncology P.A. who will answer my questions and take me on a tour of the facility. I thought I was all better, no need for any further treatments. I’m in shock. I’m looking at three months of consecutive chemo with Herceptin and then Herceptin every three weeks for a year. The oncology office also calls my surgeon to have him surgically insert a port-a-cath; less stress on my already poor veins when the chemo is infused. I’m all better. Yeah, right. But God keeps whispering in my ear–Trust me and “lean upon me, not your own understanding.”

My port-a-cath has been implanted and I’m at the oncologist’s office for my “tour.”  The tour takes about two hours and questions are answered as we walk through the various areas. We go back to the office of the P.A. and she gives me a binder, booklets and then has me sign numerous forms.  As we leave, I schedule my first appointment: 12/31/2014.  We walk to the car and once inside, I sob uncontrollably. My husband holds me assuring me everything’s going to be okay.  “That’s not why I’m crying. All the patients look so thin, so worn out, so sickly. I don’t want to look like that!”  He holds me close and looks me in the eye: “You’re a strong woman and you’ll never look like that. You’re going to beat this illness!”

Before I can sort through my  many emotions, I receive a call from my surgeon and learn I’m scheduled for a mastectomy on Tuesday, November 18, 2014.  Our very dear friend, Steve accompanies Richard and me to the Phoenix Baptist Hospital.  I’m whisked away to be checked in and poked and prodded some more.  Finally I’m wheeled downstairs and and my husband meets me at the elevators. “There’s someone special here to see you.” “Who would be here to visit me?” Richard stepped aside and Pastor Brad from Calvary Chapel Surprise was here to see me before my surgery and pray for us.  With tears streaming down my face, I know God is keeping us safe in the palm of His hand. Pastor Brad prays over Richard and me.  As the 23rd Psalm tells us: “. . .I will fear no evil”.  “. . . My cup runs to overflowing. . .”  God whispers in my ear that everything will be all right.