My planner says today is Breast Cancer Awareness Day (even though I couldn't find internet proof to back up that claim), so I thought I'd photograph a bunch of pretty pink things in my house, and say a few wise and inspiring things about breast cancer, and then wish you all a wonderful day and send you off to enjoy the week.
But, today is gloomy and windy and gross, and I don't feel like fighting with the horrible lighting to go the all pink route, so I am instead going the "I bought this painting for the frame, and behind the hideous bird picture I was thrilled beyond words to find this delightful paint-by-number" route.
(Has anyone besides me noticed that I have a tendency toward the run on sentence? I also talk in run on sentences, so let's just say we're going for authentic and pretend it's not annoying.)
So, even though there is not a trace of pink to be found in the photos, I'm still going to talk the pink talk.
First of all. Thank you.
Thank you for your kind, encouraging words. They have meant the world to me these last months.
Several times, I have gone back and re-read the comments on my original post and they just make my day.
I especially love it when you let me know that you've scheduled your mammogram or have spent some quality time checking in with the girls. And my very, very favorite was hearing that you were doing a self-exam whilst reading my post. Cracked me flat up and made me smile from ear to ear.
Keep it up, ladies. This is important stuff.
And if you haven't done a self-exam or scheduled that over due mammogram, isn't today the perfect day to get the job done?
As for me, I'm almost four weeks past my last chemo and I'm feeling better every single day.
I've got nine eyelashes left (two on one side and seven on the other - lopsided is the newest trend for fall), and check every day for the new babies to start growing.
(By the way, does anyone have any false eyelash advice? I've found some fairly natural looking eyelashes, but have never worn them before. I'd love to hear any newbie tricks or tips.)
I somehow kept a decent eyebrow count, so I'm quite happy about that.
I'm all about the new hair patrol. I make my family check my head for hair pretty much every time they walk into the room. My son says I've gone from one sprout per square inch to three, but I think that was just so I'd leave him alone for five minutes.
I can take my daily walk and make it home without wanting to take a nap in the ditch on the side of the road.
I'm sleeping better, to which I have to say a big ya-hoo, because sleep issues were probably the biggest thorn in my side during chemo.
I've gone from 468 prescription bottles on my night stand to three, and I'm hoping to get to zero asap.
I had a great chat with my oncologist last week, and while there are no guarantees that my cancer won't come back, I'm planning to live my life like it won't. When I get a little freaked about the eleven percent chance that my cancer will return, my hubby is quick to remind me that I have an eighty nine percent chance that it won't.
And that, my friends, is a glass that is much more than half-way full.