hiitdogs
Cathlete
My tests have been completed and the PET scan and bone scans came back clean, meaning that the breast cancer apparently has not spread anywhere else. There are a few axillary lymph nodes that may have been affected but they won't know until they actually take them out.
Sooooo, my surgery is scheduled for this Friday morning. While you guys are worrying about how much weight you gained at your Thanksgiving dinner, I will be coming out of surgery at least 15 lbs lighter
Looking even more on the bright side, I have been complaining about my boobs being big and saggy these days, and constantly in my way when lifting weights or painfully annoying when running (unless strapped to my chest so tight that I can't breathe anymore), heck, I can't even see my toes because my chest is blocking the view. Whereas I probably wouldn't have done anything otherwise, now I get to have a new set of nice (smaller ) perky boobs in a year or two.
Whereas I obviously wish I wouldn't have gotten cancer, I also have to say that this may have happened for a reason and it certainly was a wake up call. We always think these kind of things only happen to other people, not us, and when we turn out to be the "other people" it puts everything into perspective.
Originally the diagnosis was like a punch in the stomach and had me slip into the "Why me?" victim role, but I realized that I had to face my fears and fight back. It was yet again CCV 7 that pulled me out, whereas I had done the workout many times it didn't hit me until I sat at the hospital, waiting for my PET scan, listening to Challenge 1 "Fear is the mind killer. Fear destroys our hopes and desires. We must face our fears and breathe them in, so that we feel and see that they are empty threats and they have no true hold over us".
I know now that I do have a mission in life and that I am not done by a long shot. This is just another steep mountain to climb.
Thank you for being so incredibly supportive, boy, you guys sure have taken cheerleading to a whole new level and given it new meaning
Sooooo, my surgery is scheduled for this Friday morning. While you guys are worrying about how much weight you gained at your Thanksgiving dinner, I will be coming out of surgery at least 15 lbs lighter
Looking even more on the bright side, I have been complaining about my boobs being big and saggy these days, and constantly in my way when lifting weights or painfully annoying when running (unless strapped to my chest so tight that I can't breathe anymore
), heck, I can't even see my toes because my chest is blocking the view. Whereas I probably wouldn't have done anything otherwise, now I get to have a new set of nice (smaller ) perky boobs in a year or two. Whereas I obviously wish I wouldn't have gotten cancer, I also have to say that this may have happened for a reason and it certainly was a wake up call. We always think these kind of things only happen to other people, not us, and when we turn out to be the "other people" it puts everything into perspective.
Originally the diagnosis was like a punch in the stomach and had me slip into the "Why me?" victim role, but I realized that I had to face my fears and fight back. It was yet again CCV 7 that pulled me out, whereas I had done the workout many times it didn't hit me until I sat at the hospital, waiting for my PET scan, listening to Challenge 1 "Fear is the mind killer. Fear destroys our hopes and desires. We must face our fears and breathe them in, so that we feel and see that they are empty threats and they have no true hold over us".
I know now that I do have a mission in life and that I am not done by a long shot. This is just another steep mountain to climb.
Thank you for being so incredibly supportive, boy, you guys sure have taken cheerleading to a whole new level and given it new meaning
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