What started as IDC (Infiltrating Ductal Carcinoma) in 2011, then turned into CHF (Congestive Heart Failure) in 2013, probably partially caused by chemotherapy along with a genetic pre-disposition. Here we are now in March 2016 and I am newly diagnosed with Stage IV breast cancer in the left breast and liver (LMBC - liver metastasized breast cancer).

So the focus has shifted yet again, BUT... I continue to THANK YOU for your prayers, love & support. I receive them with open & loving arms. My wish is that I will gain strength from you, will provide helpful information and strength to others & will help to strip away the fears we each experience.

I am strong. I am loved. I am healthy. I WILL SURVIVE!

Have you or your loved one had their annual mammogram? PLEASE, don't put it off. Speaking from experience, I highly recommend monthly self exam as well. And if you are now cancer free of breast cancer, do everything you can to insist that your doctors follow up with an occasional PET Scan and labs for tumor markers.

Contents may be uplifting, sad, funny, scary, downright depressing ~ THAT IS CANCER .... at it's best, at its worst.

PLEASE ~ Feel free to share this blog with anyone who is interested to learn about my journey. While I welcome their support, I hope that by sharing this experience freely to the universe I may help to support others by breaking down some of the barriers and fear associated with breast cancer and the treatment.


Thursday, July 5, 2012

Another Year...

It's almost hard to remember just how I felt one year ago in this post. I had just had my partial mastectomy surgery, finished chemo a month earlier, enjoyed another July 1st birthday, celebrated the anniversary of our country's independence, was getting ready to host a baby shower for "my baby" and was preparing for the last stage of treatment - radiation. I look back at these photos and see the "happy face" I put on, as I thought I was doing and feeling oh so well.

But now, one year later. I DO FEEL SO MUCH BETTER! And I'm happy that the memory is fading of what it was really like. Manageable, but a long, drawn out exhausting process and series of events, and doctors, upon doctors, upon hospitals, labs, procedures, etc. etc. 

In a couple of months it will be one year since my treatment ended, and my two grandsons will be turning 1 year old; Nico in August, and Gaige in October. There really couldn't be a better turn of events in my mind.

But it continues to be sad to see other friends around me be diagnosed with breast cancer, or have a recurrence after ten years of feeling pretty good. It worries me that a cure or prevention still seems so far off. Treatment has come a long, long way; and I'm told, is much easier than it used to be. But..... too many unknowns and concerns to even put into words.

Instead, it is out to the barns to feed the alpacas and dogs, get ready for a vet appointment for the two cuties that will ship to Colorado later this month, squeeze in some time to start the Farmer's Wife Sampler quilt, or work on the Ten Little Things quilted baby book, not to mention my Block of the Month due tomorrow. Oh... did I mention the Oakland Fiber Festival we are vending at this Sunday -- still need to price product and get things all ready for the trip.

I keep busy and that is all good. And I take a little nap when I can force my brain to calm.


Debbie... aka the cancer warrior ... AND SURVIVOR!!!


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