There have been so many times this year when I thought 'I should blog about this'...and then I didn't. So now, I give to you, my craptastic 2021....
In the middle of August I went to my primary physician because I was having some abnormal pain. I know, I know all pain should be abnormal...but this one was weird for me. Due to my history, he sent me for an ultrasound. I chose to get this done at Roswell (because they're the pros) and I figured if this happens to be anything serious, I'd rather start it off there. The next day my oncologist called me and immediately put a plan in place because he didn't like what he saw on my ultrasound results.
He thinks my cancer could be back.
Next I had an MRI and the results came back as "concerning for recurrance". From there my oncologist attempted a biopsy in his office. Then we went to the big guy....the PET-CT. The result? "There is no definite evidence of metabolically active malignancy." No evidence of disease. Not the answer we were expecting, but the answer we wanted!
After all of that, we're hoping everything they saw in the ultrasound and MRI are results of past radiation. They're going to monitor it and I'll have a follow up scan in a couple weeks to see if we're still in the clear.
Now, I was able to sum that up in just a couple quick paragraphs, but if I'm being honest....hello, you know me....this rocked my world for a couple months. Hard.
I didn't want to be sick again. I was in the process of buying a house, I started a new position at work this year - this timing is horrible, I'm happy in life, I'm in love, my kiddos are doing amazing....and now I'm going to mess up their lives by dying. And as great as it is to get good news like "no evidence of disease", it doesn't just shut off all the feelings that have been overwhelming you for the previous 5 weeks. I can't tell you how many times I heard "you must be so relieved". Was I? Yeah I was happy I wasn't sick again but, man, it takes serious time to get out of that headspace. I had gotten back in to planning my funeral. I told my friend that cuts my hair that this was the last regular haircut she'd give me. Let's start planning for when I'm bald again. I had to figure out what happens to my new house when I die. This along with a million other things - the things I got to block out of my brain for the last few years....this brought them back...and just like that it was time to hide them away again.
So, yes, I'm still "cancer free" but this is just one way that cancer is very much still a part of my life.
While I was dealing with that scare, I was also going through the process of closing on my house. When I got divorced, I moved into an apartment and set a goal to buy my own house as soon as possible. Unless you've been living under a rock, you've heard that the housing market has been insane. We lost out on houses that were going $30k, $40k, $75k(!) over asking.
Then we found the one.
It was an estate. The gentleman that owned it had passed away and his two daughters were selling. It was under my budget and had been on the market for over 30 days - that was unheard of....so something must be wrong with it. We looked at it anyway. It was perfect. The inspector couldn't come up with anything major that needed fixing and even said he'd let his kids buy the house. The family selling couldn't have been nicer. At every turn we found new things we loved about the place. And the more we learned about the gentleman that owned it, the more we wanted to honor him by taking care of his home. I keep referring to it as the unicorn house. It's perfect for us. I couldn't wait to cook Thanksgiving dinner in a few weeks in my little kitchen and put this years Christmas tree up in the front window. On October 28th I closed and got the keys....then on November 2nd, just 5 days after closing, I got the call that the house was on fire. It wasn't a big fire but the smoke and soot damage is extensive. We probably won't be able to move in until spring at the absolute earliest. The silver lining is that we get a new kitchen and new windows and light fixtures. But I wanted to work towards that. This is definitely NOT how I wanted to go about it. And I was really looking forward to this being our first Christmas there.
Here's the thing. 2021 was crap. But at the same time it wasn't all bad. Aaron and I rode our bikes across the state to raise money for cancer research and in doing so, we met some of the greatest people that have become so special to us.
In March we said goodbye to Layla but in August we welcomed Sergeant Paddy Barrels to our family. We can't imagine a better fit for us. He's the perfect addition to our crew.
The cancer scare was big. It was a doozy for my mental health. In just a few days from now I'll be 4.5 years cancer free. And then a few days after that I'll have my follow up scan to make sure those growths they saw in September are still "nothing". Next June is the 5 year mark. I can't even put into words how badly I want that 5 years! It's 6 months and 5 days away.
I was so incredibly sad that we couldn't go get our Christmas tree like we planned but Aaron coordinated a surprise with our friends and they showed up with a real tree for us to put up...while I sat sobbing in the window like a blubbering idiot. We seriously have the greatest people in our lives. I can't wait til the kids can come home again so we can decorate it.
I'm asking one thing of you...
This year has been tough on so many people. Check on your family & friends. If they need to vent, let them. You don't have to find solutions for them. You just need to listen.
Take care of yourselves: physically and mentally. Sometimes it's hard to find that light. And it's also ok to ask for help.
