Two months passed by and I have not posted a thing! I have no excuses. I went back to work on Jan. 14th. I am back to a normal life! Suddenly, I feel I have nothing to write anymore. I simply took a leave from posting so I can re-adjust to my normal life again.
There are many signs of backing to normal. First of all, my hair started to grow back. I call it frosting black color. It is short and grows too slow to my desire. However, I got many complements. I think I may as well keep a short cut from now on.
Another sign of back to normal is to have my "boobs" back. Although I still need to have final surgery to have the final implants, having this temporary form of boobs makes me feel normal again. I don't think anyone cares, but my self conscience is quite satisfied with what I have now.
Other invisible signs of normalcy are hard to describe. For example, I have been fully immersed into my job at work. I fully caught up with everyone's projects at work. I fully engaged to the level I was before I was diagnosed. In my normal day, I don't think about cancer anymore.
I am working on back on running again. I feel that I am physically ready. However, I need more self discipline in order to find time to run. Bad weather or no time or rather taking a nap are just a few of the excuses. Bert had signed us up some 5k's. I hope that will give me the motivation to run again.
I would like to say thank you for those who have been caring, praying and thinking of my in the past 8 months. I promise that I will write more often again.
By the way, Piston is doing well. He is total getting used to us. However, when Toby and Joshua come home this week, he started to hide again. Maybe their voices remind him the terrible car ride he had. Next Tuesday he will get "fixed". Pray for him!
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
A story of a cat
On December 28 after Bert and I had our surgerical follow up appointment when we were told the official pathological results showed no cancer cell was found in any of the tissues or nodes removed, we heard and spot a grey color cat in Mayo Clinic parking garage. The cat was too scared to let us near it. After some failed attempt, we lost the sight and sound of it. We gave up and got on the road disappointedly.
We went back to our hotel to pack and load the car. It was a cold and snowy day. We started our trip cautiously with slow driving and frequent stops. 10 hours after we left the Mayo parking garage and 250 miles later, we stopped at a gas station near Chicago. As soon as Joshua opened the car door, we heard a faint cat meowing again! Bert and I thought we hear things. We called Joshua in and all sat quietly to listen. Long be hold, we all heard a cat meowing right outside of our car. With no cat to be seen anywhere in the gas station, Bert opened the hood of car just to make sure. Guess what he found! The same grey cat was sitting right underneath the engine!
It took us more than 30 minutes to get the cat out of there. Some passbyers told us to call 999 but then we were told they would just kill the cat. Toby finally got it out with some ham and cheese. It turned out to be a very cuddling cat. For the rest of the trip, both Toby and Joshua held it in turn. The cat was scared, but content.
As soon as we got home, he got scared again when Toby accidentially closed the garage door. The cat jumped off Joshua's arms unexpectedly and ran into the darkness of outside. We spent quite some time searching it but no success.
I posted its photos and message to our neighborhood facebook page hoping some would see it....
Two days later, one of our neighbors told us that the cat was in their garage. Unfortunately, it was still too scared to be coaxed out. It went hiding again under the car. The next day we had to let it out of the garage into the wood.
Another two days passed. Another neighbor told us that the cat was on their front porch. We tried again to get it, but failed again.
I prayed it would stay in the neighborhood. I prayed it would keep itself warm at night. I prayed it would come back to us. My prayer was answered on the 9th day when my cat Ali started to hiss at the door. Bert went to check and saw the grey cat right in front of our door. We started to give him food. With patience, we finally got him into the cat carrier and brought it inside.
He has been inside for two days. What a delightful cat!! It loves the dog. We first thought it is Russian Blue, but after I read the description of Russian Blue and Korat, I think it is a Korat which has amber color eyes and heart shaped face. In Thailand where the Korat originally came from, people consider Korat a symbol of good luck. My kids name it "Piston" for it has been in the car engine. I wish to name it "Survivor" - a good lucky symbol of my cancer free diagnoses and its luck to survived the car ride. I now pray it has no micro chip so we can call this cat ours. I think it is a girl:).
We went back to our hotel to pack and load the car. It was a cold and snowy day. We started our trip cautiously with slow driving and frequent stops. 10 hours after we left the Mayo parking garage and 250 miles later, we stopped at a gas station near Chicago. As soon as Joshua opened the car door, we heard a faint cat meowing again! Bert and I thought we hear things. We called Joshua in and all sat quietly to listen. Long be hold, we all heard a cat meowing right outside of our car. With no cat to be seen anywhere in the gas station, Bert opened the hood of car just to make sure. Guess what he found! The same grey cat was sitting right underneath the engine!
It took us more than 30 minutes to get the cat out of there. Some passbyers told us to call 999 but then we were told they would just kill the cat. Toby finally got it out with some ham and cheese. It turned out to be a very cuddling cat. For the rest of the trip, both Toby and Joshua held it in turn. The cat was scared, but content.
As soon as we got home, he got scared again when Toby accidentially closed the garage door. The cat jumped off Joshua's arms unexpectedly and ran into the darkness of outside. We spent quite some time searching it but no success.
I posted its photos and message to our neighborhood facebook page hoping some would see it....
Two days later, one of our neighbors told us that the cat was in their garage. Unfortunately, it was still too scared to be coaxed out. It went hiding again under the car. The next day we had to let it out of the garage into the wood.
Another two days passed. Another neighbor told us that the cat was on their front porch. We tried again to get it, but failed again.
I prayed it would stay in the neighborhood. I prayed it would keep itself warm at night. I prayed it would come back to us. My prayer was answered on the 9th day when my cat Ali started to hiss at the door. Bert went to check and saw the grey cat right in front of our door. We started to give him food. With patience, we finally got him into the cat carrier and brought it inside.
He has been inside for two days. What a delightful cat!! It loves the dog. We first thought it is Russian Blue, but after I read the description of Russian Blue and Korat, I think it is a Korat which has amber color eyes and heart shaped face. In Thailand where the Korat originally came from, people consider Korat a symbol of good luck. My kids name it "Piston" for it has been in the car engine. I wish to name it "Survivor" - a good lucky symbol of my cancer free diagnoses and its luck to survived the car ride. I now pray it has no micro chip so we can call this cat ours. I think it is a girl:).
Feel like a SURVIVOR!
I can't believe it has been more than 2 weeks since my surgery! I can't say I am having fun, but time surely flies. The first week went by very fast since the whole family was staying in the hotel. We were lucky to find a hotel that has kitchennette, pool and pet friendly. It did not cost us an arm and leg either. Kids stayed in one suite with two queen size beds and a softa bed. Bert and I stayed in a different suite. Like Bert had described, I was so thankful to have that recliner. I think ther reason why we felt time flew by so fast is because, each day, I was making progress on recovery which made us feel like we had lept in time. Before we knew it, the week was over!
I am so thankful to have my family with me. My older kids gave up their time with their friends (especially girl friends) to spend time with Mom and take care of their younger sisters. My younger girls, though they did not fully understand the meaning of the trip, did not have any complaints. They loved to spend time with their brothers. Bert did everything for me. Without his unconditional love, I don't know if I could have survived anything!
I am also thankful to my relatives, friends and coworkers. Although they were not physically with me, I felt their presence all the time. Their prayers have been answered by God. I am cancer free! I am a survivor! I survived the initial diagnosis; I survived telling my family and friends that I had cancer; I survived 5 months of chemo; I survived more than 20 trips to Mayo Clinic; I survived the loss of my hair; I survived the surgery!
I know the road ahead of me will still be rocky for a while as I continue to recovery and go through the process of breast reconstruction. I keep telling myself that good thing does not come over night. It takes patience. It will be a good test of my patience for sure.
However, for now, I am celebrating my life as a survivor!
I am so thankful to have my family with me. My older kids gave up their time with their friends (especially girl friends) to spend time with Mom and take care of their younger sisters. My younger girls, though they did not fully understand the meaning of the trip, did not have any complaints. They loved to spend time with their brothers. Bert did everything for me. Without his unconditional love, I don't know if I could have survived anything!
I am also thankful to my relatives, friends and coworkers. Although they were not physically with me, I felt their presence all the time. Their prayers have been answered by God. I am cancer free! I am a survivor! I survived the initial diagnosis; I survived telling my family and friends that I had cancer; I survived 5 months of chemo; I survived more than 20 trips to Mayo Clinic; I survived the loss of my hair; I survived the surgery!
I know the road ahead of me will still be rocky for a while as I continue to recovery and go through the process of breast reconstruction. I keep telling myself that good thing does not come over night. It takes patience. It will be a good test of my patience for sure.
However, for now, I am celebrating my life as a survivor!
Thursday, December 27, 2012
After the surgery
Today is the third day after surgery. Sue is still sleeping. She spent one day in the hospital and was released on Christmas day. All is well considering the kind of surgery she had. She is walking a few times a day and seems to be feeling well most of the time as long as we make sure she stays on top with her pain medicine. It is hard for her to deal with the fact, that there are many little things she can’t do and has to ask for help. For example, she cannot raise her arms above her head – even if she wanted to. At this time it makes even drinking a little difficult, putting a jacket on is not possible without help.
We learned that is often the little things in live which make a huge difference. Trying to sleep on a regular bed is impossible. We did not realize this until we were back in the hotel. The hospital beds are so versatile and can be adjusted, but not the bed in the hotel. However, we have been very luck that the hotel room had a Lazy Boy reclining chair (I think Sue has a special Guardian Angel assigned to her – and she deserves it). Without that chair we would have been in trouble. Sue sleeps in it and it serves her very well.
Right now it is early morning and I will try to wake up everybody very soon. Today I am trying to take Sue out. It may need the help of a wheel chair, but I think it is good to keep her moving. Let’s see what we can do. It needs to be an inside activity since the temperature have fallen to 1° F or below at night and during the day we barely reach 17° F.
It is great to have the whole family here. We love to stay together even so we are mostly confined to the hotel. The boys have been very helpful all the way and the girls are doing very well too. Even Rex has been with us all the time. He is a great therapy dog. He is very careful around Sue and enjoys being around us at all times. This was a different Christmas compared to all the other years but I truly believe we had the best Christmas gift ever.
Bert
The LORD is my light and my salvation--whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life--of whom shall I be afraid? Psalm 27
Monday, December 24, 2012
Recovery
Sue is still in recovery but we got the news from the doctor and the prognosis is as good as we hoped for. We will need to wait another 1 to 2 weeks to get final and absolute conformation. But it looks like she had full pathological recovery. That means the cancer is gone, vanished - not there anymore. All in all this provides a great outlook for the future.
I am so thankful for this. This is the best Christmas gift ever. Lets be humble and praise to Lord for his love that he shows us every day.
She should be back with the family by tomorrow night.
Merry Christmas - may the Lord send his grace to all of you and your families.
This morning Sue wanted me to take pictures- I didn’t! Some days are better kept in the memories without pictures. Memories tend to get better as time goes by. However, I will never forget this afternoon and how much it meant to me. All the last 6 month I never had a doubt that it would end well. I don’t know why, but I am at peace with all of it. I trust that all will be well. But when the doctor called I lost my voice and and had tears of joy in my eyes. It was as if everything I hoped for came finally true. I wrote a number of emails and tried to share my joy with as many people as possible. The kids are excited too. The boys are really relieved and happy. The girls are still trying to understand.
Merry Christmas to all of you.
Bert
And yes, I made sure that I got enough coffee this afternoon. I wonder what her first worry ill be when she wakes up?
I am so thankful for this. This is the best Christmas gift ever. Lets be humble and praise to Lord for his love that he shows us every day.
She should be back with the family by tomorrow night.
Merry Christmas - may the Lord send his grace to all of you and your families.
This morning Sue wanted me to take pictures- I didn’t! Some days are better kept in the memories without pictures. Memories tend to get better as time goes by. However, I will never forget this afternoon and how much it meant to me. All the last 6 month I never had a doubt that it would end well. I don’t know why, but I am at peace with all of it. I trust that all will be well. But when the doctor called I lost my voice and and had tears of joy in my eyes. It was as if everything I hoped for came finally true. I wrote a number of emails and tried to share my joy with as many people as possible. The kids are excited too. The boys are really relieved and happy. The girls are still trying to understand.
Merry Christmas to all of you.
Bert
And yes, I made sure that I got enough coffee this afternoon. I wonder what her first worry ill be when she wakes up?
Today is the Day
This is Bert writing. (This was supposed to be posted at 11:30 AM - but we had technical difficulties).
Sue got of the OR a little over an hour ago. This morning was the hardest time for me during the last 6 month. I would have wished so much that I could have done something to help her with this process. I wish I could have taken her place. But, at the end there is nothing we can do.
Sue was very calm and had a great spirit. I admire her for the strength she possesses. I am sitting in a waiting room for the next few hours. I am at peace with the world and full of hope. All the indications we have are very, very positive. But, at the end of the day we will know if this is true or not. The unknown is something that is hard to deal with. But again, my faith and my trust in the Lord are keeping me calm.
During the last months and this time of uncertainty I have looked back on my/our live. I don’t want to bother you with details, but I/we have been blessed all my live. I can't even express how thankfully I am for all the good things the Lord bestowed upon us over these years. I am sure there is far more to come.
Sue is in excellent hands and the Lord is watching over her. Soon she will be up and about and spread her energy and her love for live in the world around us.
Sue got of the OR a little over an hour ago. This morning was the hardest time for me during the last 6 month. I would have wished so much that I could have done something to help her with this process. I wish I could have taken her place. But, at the end there is nothing we can do.
Sue was very calm and had a great spirit. I admire her for the strength she possesses. I am sitting in a waiting room for the next few hours. I am at peace with the world and full of hope. All the indications we have are very, very positive. But, at the end of the day we will know if this is true or not. The unknown is something that is hard to deal with. But again, my faith and my trust in the Lord are keeping me calm.
During the last months and this time of uncertainty I have looked back on my/our live. I don’t want to bother you with details, but I/we have been blessed all my live. I can't even express how thankfully I am for all the good things the Lord bestowed upon us over these years. I am sure there is far more to come.
Sue is in excellent hands and the Lord is watching over her. Soon she will be up and about and spread her energy and her love for live in the world around us.
Looking at her last post, I have to agree. This is not defining her. Sue is who she is and she is so unique. This is just a hurdle in the road and it will make us only stronger. It already has in the last few months. We have realized how much many important things there are in life than what we thought there are. Especially I have learned how deep my love is for this woman and how much she means for so many others.
This morning when she was already sleepy and droopy from the medicine, she asked me (with all the concerns she could muster) if I got enough coffee this morning. For somebody on her way to a four hour surgery is there a nicer way to say: “I love you"? .... I don't think so.
I also would like to thank each and every one of our friends for all the support we have gotten. I never knew that there are so many people out there that are there when we need them. So many of you offered you help, and we really, really appreciated. It gave us so much comfort and strength. If there is anybody we did not thank yet, and there are probably quite few, please know that we do appreciate all you did and will carry the kindness you bestowed upon us in our hearts for the rest of our lives.
I will post more later and let you know where we are.
Thursday, December 20, 2012
Let's talk about Boobs
Ha! Now I get your attention! Nothing X rated. However, if you are uncomfortable reading about me talking about Boobs, please stop right here.
The moment my doctor called and told me that I have breast cancer, I knew I would get rid of my boobs. Now nearly 6 months later, my thought has not changed. It is not because I don't like my boobs. I think every woman has some attachment to their boobs. Boobs and hair are important to woman. I can't say these things label who we are, but they do have a part of defining us. A woman without boobs may feel incomplete or at least may be seen by others as so.
I don't hate my boobs even though breast cancer made me go through 5 months of chemo and associated me with the scary word of cancer. But somehow, I know the breast cancer reoccurring rate will be associated to my decision of what I do with my breasts. I could have lumpectomy – just remove the tumor and surrounding tissues or single mastectomy – to remove the entire breast with tumor or double mastectomy – to remove both breasts. I am determined to not have to deal with breast cancer again. I want to reduce any chances of breast cancer reoccurring. That is reason I choose double mastectomy.
With this attitude, I have mentally detached from my breasts since I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I think that could explain why I am comfortable to have multiple doctors and nurses to examine them. After I decided to join the clinic trial, my breasts became “clinical samples” to me. Surgery will simply be the last step to detach these samples physically from me. They will be labeled with bar codes and sample IDs. They will be used for breast cancer research. I am very happy to make such contribution.
Just like how comfortable I am running around with hair with my family and friends, I think I would be comfortable to live my life without my boobs. My friends and family members would accept me the way how I look without questions. However, I am not sure I would be completely comfortable with strangers. Do I want to be reminded of breast cancer every time I met a stranger? I think that would be difficult. I think looking “normal” will remove any questions or strange stares that would remind me of breast cancer. For this reason, reconstruction of breasts is considered. There are many options of doing so. I will keep these options to myself, at least for now.
In short, my surgery is set for December 24th. I am going to enter the operation room with two boobs and wake up with two new cancer free boobs. I will have my family with me at least the first two weeks of recovery. I can’t ask for a better Christmas present.
Please continue pray for us. Pray for my doctors with steady hands and clear minds. Pray for my husband keeping his cool and patience. Pray for my kids have good time in Rochester and enjoy a unique Christmas experience.
Merry Christmas to you all!
Merry Christmas to you all!
The moment my doctor called and told me that I have breast cancer, I knew I would get rid of my boobs. Now nearly 6 months later, my thought has not changed. It is not because I don't like my boobs. I think every woman has some attachment to their boobs. Boobs and hair are important to woman. I can't say these things label who we are, but they do have a part of defining us. A woman without boobs may feel incomplete or at least may be seen by others as so.
I don't hate my boobs even though breast cancer made me go through 5 months of chemo and associated me with the scary word of cancer. But somehow, I know the breast cancer reoccurring rate will be associated to my decision of what I do with my breasts. I could have lumpectomy – just remove the tumor and surrounding tissues or single mastectomy – to remove the entire breast with tumor or double mastectomy – to remove both breasts. I am determined to not have to deal with breast cancer again. I want to reduce any chances of breast cancer reoccurring. That is reason I choose double mastectomy.
With this attitude, I have mentally detached from my breasts since I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I think that could explain why I am comfortable to have multiple doctors and nurses to examine them. After I decided to join the clinic trial, my breasts became “clinical samples” to me. Surgery will simply be the last step to detach these samples physically from me. They will be labeled with bar codes and sample IDs. They will be used for breast cancer research. I am very happy to make such contribution.
Just like how comfortable I am running around with hair with my family and friends, I think I would be comfortable to live my life without my boobs. My friends and family members would accept me the way how I look without questions. However, I am not sure I would be completely comfortable with strangers. Do I want to be reminded of breast cancer every time I met a stranger? I think that would be difficult. I think looking “normal” will remove any questions or strange stares that would remind me of breast cancer. For this reason, reconstruction of breasts is considered. There are many options of doing so. I will keep these options to myself, at least for now.
In short, my surgery is set for December 24th. I am going to enter the operation room with two boobs and wake up with two new cancer free boobs. I will have my family with me at least the first two weeks of recovery. I can’t ask for a better Christmas present.
Please continue pray for us. Pray for my doctors with steady hands and clear minds. Pray for my husband keeping his cool and patience. Pray for my kids have good time in Rochester and enjoy a unique Christmas experience.
Merry Christmas to you all!
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