Monday is the big day!
After three months of hitting cancer cells with some truly horrible (although life-saving) medication... we get to figure out if its all been worth it.
Did the cells react as we've hoped by shrinking?
Or where they resistant and now we push on to a full hysterectomy?
I'm surprisingly calm. After my health scare last month (mini-stroke from the meds) when they cut my daily meds from 10 pills to 2 pills and wanted to cut a month off the trial, I sort of flipped. But when Dr. Z came around to the idea that May 12th was too soon and pushed my appt. back to June 2nd...I think I settled back down. The extra time has definitely been important for my peace of mind. I've also increased back up to 4 pills a day so I feel like we had more of a fighting chance against this thing.
...and I must say, the vacations haven't hurt either.
March: Over a week laying on the beach in Hawaii was much needed for Mr. Thompson and me.
April: Five days in Idaho with family for our annual Easter tea party, glow-in-the dark egg hunt and introduction to the new baby farm animals was, as always,...family FUN!
May: Another week playing in California at Disneyland, the beach, pool and the baseball stadium was also good for the tan lines. Not to mention the soul.
So, yeah...I'm relaxed and in a good place with my checklist.
I've been taking time for me and pausing to enjoy it all. I've been balanced and focused on my health by running a few races. I've been keeping my 40 for 40 goal as a priority (run 40 race miles and lose 40 pounds by my 40th birthday this October) so I feel really good. I've also been reconnecting with the people who are most important in my life and that always puts me in a nice place.
Sure, there have been discouraging moments along the way...but I'm trying to navigate them as best as I can.
I sincerely hope Monday isn't one of them.
I hope that I walk out from that appointment with the news that cancer is shrinking (or gone!), fertility hope continues, and health is going to get back to normal. But if I don't, I recieved this in the mail from my brother yesterday so happiness will not be lost:
Looks like we are going back to New England in the fall for our annual sibling trip! Maine is my favorite place on the planet and it doesn't get better than autumn in New England, so all will be well. We'll eat lobsta', run a "Not Dead Yet" 5k trail run at the Fight Back (Cancer) Festival and then hit the road in the Mini-Lite camper for a wicked good time.
With a family like this, it's not the cancer I'm worried about. Laughter is sure to kill me first, so the moral of the story is this:
I have a lot to live for. With cancer or without - Babies or not.