banana pancakes

Beans are spilled...

2012-02-10T19:38:00.000-08:00

Well, I finally feel like a human again. Despite being the one with the problem, I felt deceitful by not telling people. My girls at work, some just found out this week. My gal Soronians, just found out... I often wonder if I should have told sooner, or not at all? Sigh, stupid cancer.

I did have a bit of fun though the past few days telling my kiddoes at work that I'd be out for several weeks due to a boo boo in my belly. After explaining that I wasn't pregnant, I endured questions about if I was having breast enhancement, gastric bypass, lasik and simple plastic surgery. oh my! Definitely got my giggles. :)

Cheer meet tomorrow with little bit, then Dreamstakes fundraiser dinner & Open Bar :) fundraiser for the kids school.... I'm feelin' a bit thirsty! Need to eat though, as Sunday begins all liquids.

Thanks for checking in. I'm thankful for you, promise.

Why Banana Pancakes?

2012-02-10T19:30:00.000-08:00

:) I actually started this blog MANY years ago.... Banana Pancakes are a breakfast treat near & dear to John & my hearts. During our courtship long ago, we frequently visited the Caribbean island of Roatan. I was teaching in Honduras, and he was stationed there. We always stayed at Georphis, and would eat breakfast at Rudy's which was right there. Banana pancakes, bacon, and pineapple juice. I think we fell in love over them :)

Surgery is ON!

2012-02-05T18:42:00.000-08:00

In 8 days, I will be cancer free. In EIGHT DAYS, I will be missing some parts, but gaining life, finding renewal, strength, and hope for health, healing, and a well, long-lived life.

My surgery is schedule for February 13, at Centennial in Nashville, and I am ready... excpet for one thing.... we have to tell the KIDS :( Now, cancer? Nope, not going to use that word. They are 7 and 5, and believe in boo boos, band aids, and that their pediatrician works miracles when they have monkeys in their ears. They know I've had a sore tummy, so for now, mommy's going to have her tummy fixed. We are going to play hookey on Wednesday of this week, to go do all things fun, and will tell them then. All will be okay though, because GRAMMY will be here while Mommy is in the hospital and Grammy makes all things better.

January 20.... time to tell the fam :(

2012-02-05T18:37:00.000-08:00

CT scan was FANTABULOUS . First, my nurse was a friend Angela. 2nd it showed that my tumor is it! Now for it to stay that way through surgery! There is a 10% chance that my body can change, which will not be good. If things do, then they will abort the surgery, and I'll go through radiation. NOT WANTED

So, here goes.

:) I had to start each call with "I'm not pregnant, and I'm going to be fine." The calls went well, but sugar... what I would have given to be there to tell my mom, sisters, and brothers. Our family despite all, has been through a lot, and cancer is not a word we ever want to hear...

I feel their strength, their hope, and their worry. Now to fight the fight not only for me, and mine, but for them too.

January 19.... phew!

2012-02-05T18:31:00.001-08:00

Today we met with my oncologist, Dr. Numnum at Centennial in Nashville. While things are a little bit more progressed than the pathology showed, I am a SURGICAL CANDIDATE! Praise God! This means no chemo, no radiation. I am classified as Stage 1B1...

I'll have a radical hysterectomy, with lymph node dissection, which is a little heavy, but hey.. I DO surgery.. knee 7+ times, ear, 4+ times, girl business... I'm a PRO at surgery! Now, to maintain.

My tumor is at the base of my cervix, about the size of a ping pong ball. CT scan tomorrow, to make sure that is it, and that it has not crept anywhere else. A week or so in the hospital, 5 more at home.

Answered prayers here....

January 17, a new day

2012-02-05T18:29:00.000-08:00

crap...
How do I tell my Mom? My sisters? My brother who has always thought it would be him to have cancer, because that is how it works.. then men get it.. not the women. How do I tell my sweet, sweet babies that Mommy is sick? WHY me? I'm a good person, I work hard, play hard, go to church, nice to animals.... I do everything I am supposed to do, so why me? once said God give you what you can handle, but COME ON! I have a full time job, two children, a husband who is never home, and my nearest relative is 4.5 hours away. awesome.
And the vanity in me... will I have a treatment that will cause hair loss? I have a big ole head,.... lovely. And my eyelashes? I know it sounds awful, but hey! I even put on mascara to mow the flipping lawn! Praying this is surgical, praying!!!!

I was in a fight in college, my senior year I think, during a soccer game... I nailed the chick....I cannot wait to nail this

Cancer?

2012-02-05T18:22:00.000-08:00

JANUARY 16, 2011

Where to begin? Well, sadly, I am no stranger to cancer. My dad had it, my uncles... all passed away from it... Now, its my turn to fight the fight, and BOY and am I a fighter. I've known something wasn't right for a few months, but a little in denial.... Made the dr. appt, but had to wait to get in. Nothing like being in the stirrups and hearing your OB say "shit..." that's truly, when the shit hit the fan. While not a pathologist, but an OBGYN with oodles of experience, and one I trust wholeheartedly, he told me that it looks like cancer...
So, I leave my OB, have a violent meltdown in the parking lot and in our car... and then, I have to tell John... and as always, the Army has him away, so I have to tell him I have Cancer... over the phone... Then back home to be cheery in front of my kids and babysitter and pretend it is all okay, but inside, I'm crushed.
Less than 16 hours, and 9+ biopsies later, that path report returns with "ta-da" a confirmed diagnosis... I have Well Differentiated AdenoCarcinoma of the Cervix. Crap. I'm 40, just got my first grey hairs, have spider veins, two of the world's most amazing children and a husband who deserves the moon. Dear cancer, bring it.