The Scoop

I'm sorry it has taken until 5a.m. to get to this blog update. I'm not gonna lie. This is not the easiest blog to write. This has not been the easiest day. Parts of it have been lovely, though, so that's where I let myself drop at the end of the day, and that is where I find myself right now, sitting here, so I will start right there, if you don't mind, and then open the fortune cookie we got from the doctor today in proper form, after I've digested some of the day.

The kids and I hung tight and close to home all day, which is one of my favorite things. We all slept in for the first time after this whirlwind hit. The boys did not sleep the night before my surgery, and Amanda has been burning a candle at both ends with everything and her new job and beauty school. I think I may have just passed out from exhaustion. Or maybe it was the Vicadin. But the point is, sleeping in is also one of our favorite things, and a good way to start a day. Unless you have to be somewhere and you are late. Which occasionally happens in our home. But not today.

My mum and sister and nephew are here, so that's also nice to wake up to. I actually woke up to the lovely little pitter-patter of my nephew, Brodie's, sweet feet, who, apparently swept up with Olympic fervor, was in training for the 100 yard dash around the race track that circles my dining room and kitchen. You really can't start training too early these days and I have to admire his dedication at 2.

My dad and aunt Carol drove over for lunch and we all had a lovely picnic out on my back deck. My kids did a mini concert for us which was the icing on top.

After lunch we watched a movie to pass the time before the phone call. We did not just sit around all day waiting for the phone call. We had a really good day and then the phone call came.

Dave is out of town. I made him go ahead and go on his business trip because I didn't want to act like we were going to get bad news. He will be back tomorrow (Thursday) night.

I (had Mikey) conference Dave in, and the kids were right by my side, on speaker phone. The doctor said the damn spots were cancer. Grade 3, which is apparently aggressive. And if I understood the doctor correctly, the size of the 3 spots together was 2.3 centimeters. The one I felt was very near the surface and she had to scrape to get what she could of it, but couldn't get it all without taking some of my breast, which she didn't obviously, at that time. But that's, at least going to have to go. We have some big decisions to make this weekend before we meet with the doctor on Monday at 5:30 p.m. to discuss and jump into our game plan. We plan to be more aggressive than the cancer. I'm told I'm a wee bit competitive, so hopefully that's a good thing. We also need to go back and get some lymph nodes. And I think she mentioned chemo. Other than that, it was a fairly fuzzy phone call for me. It hit my kids hard and fast. Please pray for them anytime you think of me. I am not sure it has sunk into me yet, unless it is the pit that I have felt like throwing up since before dinner. But haven't. Yet.

I ordered the kids some pizza and some of my tennis buds came over and we sat out on the back deck and drank some pinot grigio, which the people in the operating room the other day wouldn't give me, but my tennis buds brought. Good tennis buds.

One of them brought us P. F. Changs Tuesday night for dinner, and my cookie had a fantastic and apropos fortune in it that we are going with: Good food brings health and longevity. Not to mention, the first lucky number mentioned is 42, which my age. And I believe it is also a significant number for galaxy hitchhikers. (Yes, I have the t-shirt; Mikey made me one for my 42nd.)

So that's the scoop. Thanks for praying.

We'd like to invite anyone who lives near to come over and pray with us Saturday night at 7 p.m. as we'd like to bring out the big guns of prayer to begin this battle with and cast ourselves into our Father's very capable hands. And we go from there.