Time flies

The past 30 days have flown by and it feels more like years vs. days since I received my diagnosis.  I imagine the things that I’ll experience over the next few months will make it feel like many more years vs. months.  My plan is to be done with all of this by Jazz Fest. I have 214 days or 7 months and 2 days or 5,112 hours to prepare, I’m guess I'm starting to prepare early this year.  I usually don’t start preparing until December/January when they announce the bands. 

The turnout for the Race for the Cure was perfect.  I hope everyone had as good a time as I did!  Here's our team, minus a few.

And some more pics

Katie and me

 Micah Kickin It Pink

 The youngest team members of Kickin It Pink

Julie, Katie and me

So my mom called the newspaper and said her daughter would make a good story.  This is the journalist interviewing me. It'll print on Sunday, I really hope he got a good story because all I remember is saying "Like... Like... Like..."

 Noah and Heather (Rachael in the background)

 Micah and my mom/Nana

My family

I had an appointment with my Oncologist, Dr. Barnhill, yesterday.  She said the tumor has shrunk which is obviously great news and makes it easier to see that we should continue on the same treatment plan.  I continue to really like Dr. Barnhill. She spent quite awhile with us answering my questions, some that I had from reading things (“Am I at a higher risk for heart disease and how do I prevent that?”  The answer is yes, I am but it’s not the kind we think of or can prevent.  It affects the pump (I think that’s what it was) and the risk becomes high when the dose of chemo you get is much higher than what I’m getting)  and some silly questions but ones I wanted to know the answer to! (“Do YOU understand cancer?”  She laughed, and her answer was “No one understands it or we’d have a cure.” And then continued to explain what cancer is.)  While explaining that I can have a glass of wine I responded with “so I shouldn’t go to Bourbon St and have a drink at every bar?”  She laughed again and suggested maybe ½ a drink at the first bar, save the second half for the next bar.”  Seriously, I don’t try to make her laugh but I love that I do, and that her responses are serious but funny.  Yesterday she reminded me of Marge Simpson so I had to stop thinking about it J Bobby said she reminded him of a mortician.  She is so smart, poised, sweet and serious and really looks nothing like Marge or a mortician. 

My second round of chemo was today and went well.  Right after it I got my hair trimmed.  It’s been 3 ½ weeks since I cut it and I couldn’t stand it!  It was too long!  I love it and hope I can wear it like this when my hair grows back!  Amy at One to One Salon has been doing my hair for 5 years and always makes me look good.  I’ll post pics of the transition when we make the final cuts if I don’t get to it before.  I can’t believe I was just in Oregon 1 month ago with ‘long’ hair!