|Me and my youngest nephew - Fall 2006|
I had recently received a call that my name was next on the list for the day surgery to have the port-a-cath inserted. That was a big surprise because I thought it would be a much longer wait. This was great news because I was able to have the port put in so that I could start using it for treatment #2. While I was waiting for the surgeon to do the port, there was a woman that was just on her way out of the waiting room that stopped and asked me if I was getting one inserted. She then said, “I have one too and it was the best thing I could have done. You are making a good decision.” That was a comfort and I really wasn’t worried about a thing when I went into the room with the surgeon. There was no pain at all and I left feeling so good about this. I wasn’t going to have marks all over my arms now but the bump on my chest near my collarbone would take a bit of getting used to. After awhile I didn’t notice it so much but others would and often asked me what the bump was.
|My Kids with|
Grandpa & Grandma - Summer 2006
We were trying to adjust to the outpouring of kindness and concern from family, friends, and colleagues. Although it was most welcome, it was also hard to know how to accept it all and respond to it appropriately. This was uncharted territory for us and many others around us. What was appropriate anyway? Mike and I sometimes felt like shutting out everyone in the world and just staying to ourselves in our home with our little family and keeping others at a distance. I think we thought if we closed ourselves away that we could deal with this cancer and get rid of it and then re-emerge into the world when it was over. We were also trying to deal with the regular things in our life plus the emotions that we were experiencing with the cancer and it really was a lot to take. Don’t get me wrong though, we really did appreciate all of the support but sometimes we just wanted to hide away.
At this point all of my hair was gone and Mike could finally say that his hair was longer than mine. The rest of our life did not stop in the fall of 2006 just because cancer had knocked on the door. Our kids were back to a regular hockey schedule, music lessons had started and Mike was in the thick of his MBA studies. I now had treatment #2 behind me and I could relax at home for the next three weeks until the next treatment. I was doing a lot of reading, watching movies and scrapbooking.
So it was now two down and six to go.
It Takes Two - Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock