More Cancerific Caringbridge Posts (original posts from 2011)

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My name is Shanna, and I am a carboholic!

The first step is to admit you have a problem, right?  I go in for my pet scan tomorrow, and I am on a no carb/no sugar diet until then.  No carbs?!? No sugar?!?  I really didn’t realize how addicted I was, until it was taken away.  How many times do I reach for potato chips when I want to snack?  How often do I grab a glass of tea when I’m thirsty?  Peanut butter and jelly sandwich?  Not today, sista!  It’s like Adkins on crack in this house!  On the bright side, I can have as much water as I want.

I’m worried about what they will find tomorrow, but I am so ready.  I am very thankful to those of you who have taken a moment to read my journals.  I am also very excited to know that my story has gotten the attention of several of my girlfriends who were putting off their check ups.  Keep the prayers coming, and I will keep my faith.
My soul finds rest in God alone; my salvation comes from Him.  He alone is my rock and my salvation; He is my fortress, I will never be shaken. (Psalm 62: 1-2)

Barium liquid…need I say more?

I had my first ever cat scan yesterday.  I was quite impressed with the tasty drink they gave me beforehand….that was sarcasm.  Two cups of “mocha” flavored barium liquid, yumm-o!  The tech did tell me that had I been scheduled for a cat scan only, it would have been worse.  They are allowed to water down the liquid for pet scans, so hey, bright side!

The cat scan wasn’t that bad.  If I were slightly more claustrophobic, I probably would have had issues, but I only had slight chest pressure going into my sarcophagus.

Afterwards, I was treated to a carb-filled lunch at Olive Garden.  My mom is THE BEST!  She also said that my children behaved themselves, which was a relief.  I can’t explain my children.  They mean the world to me, but they are an acquired taste to many of my friends.  My mother says I expect too much of them, but I just want them to be liked.  I have had too many friends who are a little annoyed by them, and it hurts me.  I completely understand, because there are some children that I can’t tolerate, but I try to not let it show.  Everyone has their own personality, and my kiddos definitely push the boundaries.
Ugh, I digress.  The oncologist’s office called me today, and informed me that they have received the images, and there is definite activity on the cervix, but there are also 2 enlarged lymph nodes in my pelvic area.  They cannot tell if they are due to metastasis, though.  Ever hopeful, I am trying to imagine them to be like my tonsils…extra large.  I will go to see Dr. Loar tomorrow, so we can figure out my “game plan”.
So far, I am looking at surgery and chemo with a possible radiation chaser.  Now that the waiting is basically over, I am freaking out a little more, but my mother and I have an ongoing wager.  Whoever breaks down the most during the week has to buy the other one Baskin Robbins ice cream.  I win this week!
Keep the prayers coming, and I’ll keep my faith(I think this will be my regular sign off).
These things I have spoken to you, so that in Me you may have peace. In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world. John 16:33  

Countdown to wellness!

Tomorrow is the big day!  I am on a liquid diet today, so that I can be prepared for my surgery tomorrow at 1:30.  I am having a radical hysterectomy(which I call a totally radical hysterectomy, in my best surfer tone).  My doctor has said that we should be able to do this laparoscopically, and I should be out the next day, so fingers crossed.

Today is gonna be a rough one….for one thing, I have to be on a liquid diet, and this girl likes to eat! The other thing is the medication that I will have to take to “cleanse” before surgery.  Ick, ew, gross!  I’ll spare you all the details.
I spoke to my children today, but I don’t think they really get it.  My son was a little concerned, but he saw something shiny and got distracted.  They know that mommy is sick, and she will be going to the hospital tomorrow, so the doctor can take the bad stuff out, but that’s about it. I told them they can ask me anything they want, and the main thing they wanted to know was if it was going to hurt me. I told them that I was going to be asleep, so I wouldn’t feel a thing, but I might hurt a little after, so they were going to have to be very careful with me.  Of course they promised to take really good care of me:)
I seem to be slightly more scared than I have been, but I guess that is to be expected.  This is all getting real for me now.  I am praying for an easy recovery, and that the hospital food won’t suck too bad.  Just kidding, I know that is more than anyone can hope for.
Keep the prayers coming, and I will keep my faith.
The fear of man lays a snare, but whoever trusts in the Lord is safe. – Proverbs 29:25

Cheese and Rice

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753623902952564196_612303784I’m still trying to figure out how personal I want to make this blog. On the one hand, I’m sure that I have some very relatable experiences, but on the other I don’t want to bore anyone with the mundane details of my life.

 

So, for now, I’d like to say that this is me. At my worst. At my fattest. At my neediest. Love me or hate me, I am a great big weird mess.