People are ultimately good. There will always a shithead here and there but overall, good. I was reminded of the good today while I was at the mall for a quick errand. 

I have been trying to get myself organized for surgery, which is a week from today. Part of that organization has been getting my jammy game up to par. AKA- I needed button down tops since lifting my arms will be a pain for a few weeks. Target didn’t have much so I headed to Nordstrom with a gift card I had. I found the softest button down jammy shirt and headed to the checkout. 

Harlon had been yelling and crying that he wanted to look at the choo choo- there was no choo choo…- so I gave him my phone hoping he would calm the heck down. While waiting in line, a lady walked up and smiled at Harlon and took a peak to see what he was watching. I immediately felt shame for giving my 2 year old a phone so I smiled and quickly looked down. The lady who rang me up was the same one who did my mastectomy cami fitting so we got to talking. Just then, the other lady behind the counter mumbled something to my girl. Turns out, the woman who had smiled at Harlon wanted to pay for my top, she had overheard our conversation and my situation.  I couldn’t find the words immediately. I think I just blurted “really!?” Then the tears filled my eyes. And my head started to sweat. A lot. That happens when I get flustered, I sweat. Gross, I know. But I gave her a huge and sweaty hug anyway. 

Even tonight, I still don’t have the words. I can only say this- I am so grateful for each and every person that walks into my life.  ❤️

It’s been a while since my last post, I’ve been busy slamming in the fun before I’m out for 6 weeks. Lots of Disneyland and Knotts Berry Farm. Visiting friends. John and I just got back from a nice mini vacation at the Newport Coast. It’s been great. 

But since it has been so long, I do have a few updates. When I saw my oncologist the week after my last chemo, she wasn’t surprised that I still felt like crap. All of the accumulation was taking its toll. 

Also at that appointment, she had to talk me down. Way down. Like tears were happening. I felt certain that my lump was growing for a few days before my appointment with her. I was stressing on it. She assured me that all she felt was normal breast tissue. Phew. But I was still not ok. 

Here’s the thing, and forgive me if I have already mentioned this, but she doesn’t typically believe in scans after treatment unless a patient is symptomatic, which I am not. But I just could not get down with this. My brain needs to know what’s up. Especially since I had felt like I was going backwards for those few days. She finally agreed to give me a scan after everything to make sure nothing has spread. Knowing this puts me at ease. 

I had to go back for another hydration a few days after my oncologist appointment because I wasnt improving. Hydration is supposed to make you feel better pretty quickly so when I was still feeling shitty at the end, they scheduled me for a couple more days the next week too. Thankfully, I was able to start drinking more fluids as the days progressed and I cancelled the appointments. Each day, I’m feeling a little better. 

Today, I went in for a blood draw and my white blood cell count is too low again so my oncologist wants me to go back in Thursday for another draw. I’m assuming everything needs to be up and well for surgery on Tuesday. 

Tomorrow is my pre-op appointment so I’ll be sure to relay any information from that. Until then…
Parenting tip: If a milk cup goes in the car, make sure the milk cups exits the car… 🤢