At the risk of being sentimental.....here goes.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer in early August. The lump was taken out, Stage 1, nothing in the lymph nodes, which is great, but the pathology report also showed that I was Her2 positive - positive for the gene that attracts those carcinogens and makes little abnormal cells that turn into big cancer cells, and I have some a-typia cells around the area that they want to target - with chemo and other good stuff.
I've never had anything wrong with me. I'm a very healthy person. The idea of chemo and losing my hair (which I will), and putting all this stuff into my body which usually gets nothing stronger than an ibuprofen, sort of freaks me out.
I have lots of loving, wonderful friends and family, who are going to see me through this, and I'm calling myself Viking Warrior Woman - I'm going to pillage those cells and get beyond this.
But.....now to my cat. I had gone for about 9 years without a cat. And when my hairdresser, Lisa, suggested in January that I foster, I thought, "What the heck." That decision brought this important little guy into my life.
At home, on my own, when my thoughts are racing and I'm trying to deal with whatever the next months will bring, I look at that fluffy black and white guy and my heart melts. He makes me laugh, he comes to me on the couch and sits on the back of it and sticks his little paw out to make sure it's touching my hand, and when I pick him up and bury my face in his fur, he purrs like crazy.
I feel the Lord, or fate, or the Universe brought him to me this year for a reason. And I'm so glad I have him!
I was diagnosed with breast cancer in early August. The lump was taken out, Stage 1, nothing in the lymph nodes, which is great, but the pathology report also showed that I was Her2 positive - positive for the gene that attracts those carcinogens and makes little abnormal cells that turn into big cancer cells, and I have some a-typia cells around the area that they want to target - with chemo and other good stuff.
I've never had anything wrong with me. I'm a very healthy person. The idea of chemo and losing my hair (which I will), and putting all this stuff into my body which usually gets nothing stronger than an ibuprofen, sort of freaks me out.
I have lots of loving, wonderful friends and family, who are going to see me through this, and I'm calling myself Viking Warrior Woman - I'm going to pillage those cells and get beyond this.
But.....now to my cat. I had gone for about 9 years without a cat. And when my hairdresser, Lisa, suggested in January that I foster, I thought, "What the heck." That decision brought this important little guy into my life.
At home, on my own, when my thoughts are racing and I'm trying to deal with whatever the next months will bring, I look at that fluffy black and white guy and my heart melts. He makes me laugh, he comes to me on the couch and sits on the back of it and sticks his little paw out to make sure it's touching my hand, and when I pick him up and bury my face in his fur, he purrs like crazy.
I feel the Lord, or fate, or the Universe brought him to me this year for a reason. And I'm so glad I have him!