Saturday, October 25, 2014
That's really an ugly word, isn't it? Cancer. As far back as I can think in my family history, no one had it, other than my Dad with prostate cancer. Now, it's striking my house for a second time. This time it's me, with breast cancer.
I've been having mammograms since I was about 35, and never a problem. Just had one in March, and it was beautifully problem free. Heck, I didn't even have a hint of a whiff of a clue that anything was amiss until mid to end of August. But the diagnosis came on October 21 (two days after my birthday - surprise!). Given the speed with which this came on, and the fact that it's in my breast and the lymph nodes of my armpit, it seems that I have an aggressive cancer. Yay me.
Of course, the first thing I thought of was my kids. They just lost their dad to cancer (brain tumors) a short three years ago. This feels like piling on. It certainly is not fair. But life is often not fair, isn't it? No need to dwell on those thoughts. Time to do what I can.
So for a while I won't be thinking of weight loss and fitness goals, though weight loss certainly may happen with treatment, and doing whatever I can to be as fit as I can would be my best course of action. But the main goal will be treatment. Effective treatment. And survival. That's right there at the top as well.
Thanks for reading. If you want to send up a prayer or send me some good vibes that would be OK too.