Something pretty out of something....

I had to get my head shaved yesterday because my hair was falling out at rapid speed. I asked my good friend, my bosom buddy, my partner in crime, my monk to come and take pictures and for moral support. I asked her to take the photos because I knew she would make something beautiful out of the experience. She did not fail.The photos are beautiful and I think you get a sense of the love that she feels for me.

I started to think how lucky I am. You say "She thinks she is lucky....she has cancer" I do think I am lucky maybe even blessed. I have the most supportive friends, family and co-workers.They have called, sent cards, cooked, taken me to chemo, lighted candles, sat vigil by my hospital bed, made me laugh, made me cry, and even though I'm ill they still do not let me get away with anything. I hope everyone is able to feel this kind of love and support in their lives.

My cup runeth over.

So there was this teal purse....

This morning I woke up full of steam and ready to set the world on fire.  First thing I need to do is go online and buy that Teal purse that my sister was telling me she found yesterday. After a brief discussion with my sister about the teal purse. I found that I had one tiny problem.... She had no idea what the hell I was talking about. In fact we never even spoke yesterday. Hmmmmm. I am so disappointed that there is no teal purse that I must say I almost "depressed" about it. This must be one of the side effects of chemo....Hallucinations about a lovely teal purse. So as I'm writing this I am awaiting to hear from my doctor about some wonder drug that will A) clear up all fuzz in my brain B) produce a lovely teal purse C) make me feel "normal" through out my body

And the name of the drug is.....

Aches & Fuzz....

So here I am three days after my first round of chemo. I spent the entire day in bed yesterday with aches,fuzz and exhaustion. And also a lovely coating over my taste buds which the nurse has informed me is normal and could last the entire time of treatments. "Fabulous" I say....I love anything that makes my food/beverages taste not normal. My hair is still intact even though my sister had me yanking on it yesterday to see if any would come out.

Today I will go back to work and see if I can pull off an event of 175 guests while not tasting things, achy and on  Oxycodone. Which of course the guests will not know that I can't taste anything but might notice the heavily medicated state that I'm in. If you know me well enough you know that me not being able to function "normally" will be the biggest downfall to these treatments. I am a mover and a shaker and have no intentions of letting cancer get the best of me.

See you at the food stations.....   :)

Here it goes....

So my sister said that I should start a blog for everyone to follow what's going on in my life. I said " I don't even want to follow" But here we are... maybe some free therapy or maybe just a way for me to vent, laugh and or cry.

What is with the tile? Well anyone who knows me knows I love accessories and have a vast collection. But also I think that the word accessories can mean friends, family,doctors and the random people in my life. They are my accessories. The other part is obviously I have cancer. I am presently in my third round of fighting this lovely (me being sarcastic) disease.

It started in 2008 when I was diagnosed with Cervical Cancer. My doctors decided to perform a partial hysterectomy and said no treatments...I would be fine. Well not so much. November of 2009 I started having stomach issues and after several doctor visits and emergency visits I found out that the cancer was back and found a new home on my ovaries. So I had another surgery, a chest tube, feeding tube, several hospital stays including one visit to the ICU when I went septic with a Staph infection and finally a little chemo and alot of radiation. Again you will be fine. Well again not so much . This past Christmas after a routine scan I found out that cancer has found two new homes in my body. Yesterday was my first round of hard core chemo in a series of 6 scheduled treatments. Which with fingers crossed after the 4th round we will do another scan and see if we can surgically remove these aliens from my body.

It has been a long past three years with fighting  this disease and separating from my husband. But please do not feel sorry for me.... I do not want pity or your sadness. I think that there is a reason that this has all happened to me and something to be learned. Possibly for me to learn how to accessorize my soon bald head. Who knows? But I am open to finding out and hopeful for the future.

I'll keep you posted :)