Cancer Journal (original post from 2011)


Top 10 Reasons That Chemo-Induced Baldness is Awesome

#10  Blonde jokes no longer apply

#09  Increased Aerodynamics(important for runners, skydivers, human projectiles)
#08  You can finally drive your convertible to work(no more “wind tunnel” hairdos)
#07  You’ve got a blank canvas for a new tattoo
#06  You’re now ready to audition for the Blue Man Group
#05  Time to get a new drivers license – Hair color:  Invisible.  (see how that one goes over with the cop next time you’re pulled over)
#04  Think of the money you’ll save…no more barber/hairdresser, shampoo, hairspray, dandruff medication, hair dye, etc.
#03  Everyone knows that bald people make better lovers, and if they don’t maybe it’s time you showed them.
#02  It distracts attention from your face (ok, that was just uncalled for)
And the #01 reason that chemo-induced baldness is awesome:
Bald = Sexy (just look at my gorgeous husband, my mbff Richard Goodwin, and actors such as Bruce Willis, Vin Diesel, Natalie Portman, and Britney Spears…o.k. she’s hot in a bald and crazy kind of way)
So, this is not my list, but one I found on If I didn’t have my sense of humor, this thing would have beaten me to a bloody pulp early on.
That being said, yesterday was a bad day.  The badness actually started this weekend, but it came to a head(no pun intended) yesterday evening.  The day started off well.  We walked my son to his first day of second grade, and he promised he was going to have a good year.  As I was sitting at home, I kept picturing the petri dish that is elementary school.  As most of you know, chemo disrupts the immune system, so hypochondriac that I am, I started to worry.  After getting some advice on how I should approach this, I went up to the school to speak with the principal.   After breaking down while telling her about our situation, I was assured that she would let the staff that needs to know(ie. vice principal, counselor, teacher, and nurse) about everything.  She also told me that her sister in law went through treatment last year, which soothed me, because I knew that she would be sympathetic to my plight.
After leaving the school, I got to do my favorite activity!!! I got to pay bills.  Woo hoo!! Hip hip hooray!  It was just my daughter and me, so that was a good thing.  It’s been a while since we had mommy/Cordelia time.  I went to the Wendy’s drive thru for lunch, but was informed that the princess wanted to eat inside. As we are eating our lunch, several of the older patrons stopped by to tell me what a beautiful girl I had…aww.  Hmmm, 12 o’clock. Gotta get home, so we will be on time to pick up Jacob.
We get home, and I notice the apron that a good friend ordered for me.  I had promised the company that I would send them a picture of me wearing it, so I go to get dolled up.  As I am creating my victory rolls, I notice that I am shedding…A LOT!  Well, I knew the day would come, and thought i was prepared.  My running joke has been that I can’t wait for my hair to fall out, so I can quit shaving.  I’ve also said that when it happens, I’m just gonna shave it all off.  Well, the leg hair hasn’t stopped growing, and I chose to get a really short cut instead of looking like daddy(as Cordelia has said I would).  Let me say, nothing prepares a woman for losing her hair.  It’s dramatic, and it hurts your feelings.  Just like a man(j/k honey).  As I was doing my hair for the pictures, I would brush my hair, and with one sweep, it was full.  I was still ok, though.  It’s not like it was falling out in clumps, it was just super shedding.  So, I get it done, and take the pictures, and yes, they are cute.  I called my mom to let her know, and tell her that I am going to have my hair cut that evening.  Thankfully, she offered to come watch the kids, because I hate leaving them sitting alone in the salon.
I get to Great Clips(yes, I know it’s not a “salon”…sue me).  45 minute wait!!!  I need to get it done, so I tell them I will wait.  I knew my husband would be home soon, so my parents wouldn’t have to stay the whole time.  Time goes by, and the place is packed.  I am sitting in a corner when a woman and her teenage son come in.  The only seats available are right next to me.  On the other side is a mom, her son, and daughter.  Her other daughter is getting her hair cut.  They call the sitting daughter, and the mom goes over with her.  The seats are vacated, and I move over.  “I’ll give you a little more elbow room” I say to the mom next to me.  “Thank you so much” she replies.  A father and his two sons come in, so I scoot back to give them seats together.  I play musical chairs until a single seat on the other side of the room opens up.  I am doing perfectly fine this whole time, and then they call the teenage son up. He is right before me.  I feel a tickle.  My throat closes up.  The waterworks begin.  I hate, hate, hate crying in front of people.  I have the same problem as my mother.  We are pretty women, but UGLY criers.  My nose turns bright red, I get splotchy, and my eyes look evil(bloodshot with red eyebrows). I get myself under control, and continue waiting.  Did I mention they have easy listening on?  While I am crying, I have to listen to Arms of an Angel by Sarah McLachlan…fun, huh?  Five minutes, and some other depressing song later, and the stylist calls me up.  I inform her that I will need a shampoo and cut.  Then I explain that when she washes my hair, a lot will come out.  She gives me the pity look, and I let her know that yes, I am going through treatment.  Of course, I am not as cool about it as I make it sound.  I am blubbering the whole time.  She takes me back, washes my hair, and when done, tells me that it isn’t that bad.  Then she proceeds to scoop out what looks like a drowned rat, and throw it in the trash.  She leads me to her chair, and I show her a picture of what I would like done.  She is very hesitant to cut it as short as I want it, but I told her to go for it, and I didn’t want to have to come back in a week(wishful thinking) to have it cut shorter.  We’re about to the halfway point in my haircut, when she is called to the register.  Much discussion ensues, and then she is back.  I didn’t notice who she was talking to, as my back was to the register.  Apparently, dear reader, the mom was listening the whole time, and decided out of the kindness of her heart to take care of my cut + tip.  People never cease to amaze me.  I was humbled, and of course started to cry again.  Heck! I’m crying as I’m typing this.  I wish I could see her, so I could thank her personally.  I know that I will make it a point to pay it forward in some manner.  My family, my friends, and perfect strangers have shown me so much love, and given me renewed hope in mankind.  I love you all for everything you have done, and all of the beautiful, kind thoughts you are sending my way.  Keep praying for me, and I will keep my faith.
This is my commandment, that you love one another, just as I have loved you. – John 15:12
You must not lose faith in humanity.  Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty. – Mahatma Ghandi

There are other cancers besides boob cancer….(original posts from 2011)


“How, Chemo-sabe”

How, indeed!  I did very well for this being my first day of chemotherapy.  I don’t feel nauseous, just tired, but that could be the Ativan they give during fluids 😉  I was able to see my very good looking doctor beforehand, so yay me!  I was also able to make him jealous, because I told him about my dentist appointment.  I don’t think I have ever made a doctor cuss, so this was a first, as well.  I was totally prepared(well, almost).  I had my phone, my iPod, my laptop, and a word puzzle book….7 hours, man!  The only thing that I should have taken, was a sandwich.  Though they are kind enough to supply snacks, and drinks, the snacks consisted of peanut butter, cheese, or plain crackers.  I had two packs.

Let me just say, I understand that we must face trials during out lifetime, and we are rarely prepared. Do they have to be one on top of the other?  Waking up this morning to an 84 degree house was not fun.  Yes, my dear readers…our a/c went out!  My father went to check it out, and has a friend coming sometime tomorrow, but then it is a matter of getting it fixed. Praying that it only needs to be recharged.
Keep praying for me, and I promise to keep the faith.
But let all those who take refuge and put their trust in You rejoice; let them ever sing and shout for joy, because You make a covering over them and defend them; let those also who love Your name be joyful in You and be in high spirits.  Psalm 5:11

Guilt should be a 4 letter word!

I finished my first cycle of chemotherapy last week, and I feel great!  Yes, this is what the title is all about.  I feel great, and so many people just don’t after chemo.  This is not to say that I will feel this way the next time, or even the time after that, but let me take you through this short journey, please?

First, I’d like to say, that no matter what you may think of me or my diagnosis, I have only been scared once or twice during this time.  It has never been a fear of dying, or pain…just the unknown.  Normal, right?  Now, I’ll let you in on a little secret….I hate surprises!  No joke. Ask my husband. I badger him for weeks before my birthday and Christmas, because I want to KNOW what I will be getting. People pleaser that I am, I want to be able to school my features, just in case.
I went in on Tuesday for the first round in my first cycle of chemo.  I felt pretty prepared.  I had my laptop, my iPod, a puzzle book, and my phone. Ya know, just in case I got bored.  My chemotherapy regimen is Cisplatin and Etoposide(vp16). These are the chemo drugs that are used for the hard hitting cancers, ie. lung, testicular, stomach, ovarian….you get the picture.  All cancer’s are hard hitting, but just like a snowflake, no two are created the same. Some are more aggressive, some move faster than others. Nobody knows how they are going to react, and nobody knows what will alleviate the reaction.  I have said it time and time, again, this cancer is a crap shoot, and I’ve never gotten the hang of that game of chance.  So, I get to the doctor’s office…on time…believe me, that is a big deal.  I go in for the exam(that nobody told me would occur), and everything checks out.  Next stop, blood draw.  I’m going to stop right here.  If anyone is going through chemo, or may need to go through something with infusions/blood draws, I highly recommend getting a port!  Any doctor who doesn’t try to get their patient one is a sadistic…well, you know.  O.K. – blood draw.  My blood cells come back at a normal count, so we are good to go.  First, because of the toxicity of the chemo, I need fluids to prevent kidney failure.  This takes about an hour.  As they are giving me the regular fluids, it is infused with a very potent cocktail of Patron, vodka, gin, and a splash of lime, but more than likely, it is Ativan and promethazine.  These are to relax me, and keep me from becoming nauseated.  As this is the complete opposite effect that Patron has on me, I’ll stick with this mixture.  I have roughly 5 milliseconds before this kicks in, so I decide to try my hand at some brain teasers.  Next.  Let me try the laptop.  Nope.  Solitaire?  Huh!  All of these things I have brought with me, hold no interest.  Guess I’ll take a nap.  2 hours later, and I am awakened by the beep of the infusion machine.  Time for a potty break.  Hook me back up, Jim!  I’m ready to get this over with.  What’s that you say?  I have 4 more hours?!?  Oh joy!  Long story, still kinda long, I finish my first day with minimal fuss.
2nd day is much the same, with the exception of time.  My 2nd and 3rd day are comprised only of the Etoposide.  This only takes an hour and a half, at most.  The funny thing is, they dose me with the same amount of relaxant.  Needless to say, I am useless when I get home.  I have a 7 and a 4 year old, they need me, and I am asleep all day!  I go back for my 3rd infusion, and I have a bargain that I would like them to meet.  If they half the dose, I promise I won’t get sick!  Lucky day, they decide that since I am doing so well, we can forgo it altogether!  Thursday was a good day.  I finished in record time(at least in my mind), and went home to take a small nap to prepare myself for Friday. Bum bum buuuum.
Friday was a fun day.  I got to go to the doctor, again!  He and I had discussed what sort of actions could be taken to help boost my white blood cells during the short intermission between cycles.  His suggestion – a shot of Neulasta.  Can I get that straight up, please?  Needless to say, it worked wonders on my energy levels.  Friday evening, my uncle and aunt came into town, just in case I needed help this week.  I was very happy to inform them that I would not need their services, though I appreciate the offer very much(there goes that independence, again!)  In my chemo induced brain fog, I forgot that they were coming in, and also invited some friends to stay with us from out of town.  Luckily, we have plenty of room, and very understanding guests.  I felt well enough to clean the bathrooms and wash some clothes!! This is a really big deal, as I have not felt like cleaning in about 6 months.  I do it, don’t get me wrong, but I actually FELT like doing it.
The only other side effect that I assume is from chemo, is heartburn.  I had it horribly on the second day, but the third day, I took Prilosec, and it seemed to get rid of it.  The nurse informed me that with women, whatever you suffered from during pregnancy will probably be what you suffer from during chemo.  Thankfully, I did not have morning sickness with either child, but I had raging heartburn!! I think I can live with that.
I won’t bore you with the details of my awesome weekend. I did that enough with the details of my chemo.  Suffice it to say, I feel major guilt for feeling so great.  I’ll get over it, don’t you worry, but at this point in time, I just wish that I could will my well being onto others that are not so lucky.  My body is an enigma.  My doctor accused me of having super hero blood, due to the healing process of my incisions.  There is a higher power helping me, I can assure you.  I have never stopped praying, as I am sure most of you are doing, as well.  My wellness is nothing short of a miracle.  I am not healed, but am healing.  I can literally feel it.  Keep the prayers coming, because I am definitely keeping my faith.
 (Jeremiah 17:14 NKJV) Heal me, O LORD, and I shall be healed; Save me, and I shall be saved, For You are my praise.

Day 20: Your fears


If you’ve read any of my former posts, you will know that I was diagnosed and went through treatment for a very rare, aggressive cancer, Small Cell Neuroendocrine Cervical Carcinoma. The five year survival rate is approximately 50%, if you were diagnosed at 1b1 or below. My diagnosis was 1b2, and I’m at 3 years post treatment.

I’m 37 years old with a 10 year old son and 7 year old daughter. My biggest fear is that I won’t see them become the people I know they can grow up to be.

The crazy thing about cancer, or any terminal disease, really, is that you are NEVER TRULY CURED. Sure, the physical illness may be cured, but you are never without the fear. I may not look sick anymore, but every time I have some strange pain, I’m absolutely positive it’s the monster come back to take me away from my babies. Every time I have a cough that lasts just a little too long, I’m sure that it has taken over my lungs. When I’m a little more fatigued than normal, my first thought is metastasis to the brain. I’ve been called a drama queen (which hurt), but until you can take a stroll in my brain, you should probably keep the judgement to a minimum.

I know a lot of people who have had cancer, and they all confirm that my feelings are not crazy. They have all had moments of weakness, where their positivity has run on empty, and they have given in to their fears.

This is my new normal. This is where I’ll be until my dying day. Whether that is in my near future or distant future, only God knows.

2012-09-28 21.01.08

Even more cancerific caringbridge posts (originally written 2011)


Bada bing, bada boom!

Where to start, where to start?  I had my radical hysterectomy on Monday, and everything went very well.  After a fabulous overnight stay at the luxurious St. David North Medical Center, I checked myself out, so that I could come back to Chez Marquez.

The service here can not be beat!  I would say this is definitely a 5 star establishment, and the help is unbelievable!  My mom and dad, my friends Kellie, Hector, Debbie and Katrina, and my Aunts Leila and Sandy have all been A-MAZING!  My children have been awesome, and that is not the narcotics talking.  My husband, in his own way, has been very caring and loving(he thinks he’s funny at times, but that’s ok).
Tuesday, before checking out the doctor came in to let me know that they were waiting for the pathology report. He said that he had good margins, and once the pathology reports came in at the end of the week, we would schedule our next steps, namely chemo and/or radiation.
After a grueling week with a catheter, I was able to go in today to have it removed:)  Big yay for me!  Also, the reports came in, and I am happy to let you all know that my margins were clear, and all of the lymph nodes they removed came back negative!!!  He also said that he has never seen or heard of a case of small cell carcinoma that was contained in one area!  Now, I may not know exactly what this all means. Margins and such confuse me, but I do know that this is excellent news.  I am pretty sure this means that I will not have to go through radiation, which is a huge relief.
Now, as to what this means to me personally.  I have found out that it absolutely pays off to be a good person.  I would lay my life down for my friends and family, and if there was any doubt on my part as to whether the reverse were true(there wasn’t), this would have gotten rid of it!  My faith has grown in leaps and bounds!  I am a true believer in God and all of His miracles.  The power of prayer is a real thing, and to those that don’t believe, I will testify!  Please, take a moment, if you haven’t, to look up small cell cervical carcinoma. Very rare, very aggressive, and very scary when looking for a prognosis. I’ve been told by several people, on several occasions that they have put me on their prayer list, or that they were praying for me.  There have been people who confessed that they have not been very prayerful, but even they have sent up one or two.  My past few nights have not been the most restful, but to wake up to a warm sensation radiating from my chest, and KNOWING that it is everyone’s prayers, humbles me and affirms my belief in Christ.
My dear friends, this is not the end of my battle.  I will still need to go through the rest of my treatment, but as long as I have all of you beside me, I know that everything will be fine.  Thank you to all who have been there for me physically.  Thank you to all who have been there for me in heart, mind, and spirit.  Thank you to all who chose not to be there for me, because you allowed me to see who my true friends are.
Keep the prayers coming, and I promise to keep the faith!
…If God is for us, who can be against us? – Romans 8:31

The waiting is the hardest part.

It has been one whole week since I have been home from the hospital.  I am healing well, and the pain has lessened to a burning sensation when I stretch too far.  I can’t drive for 2 weeks.  I am not allowed to pick anything up over 10 pounds for 6 weeks…which means I can’t even vacuum. I have already had a few bad days.  It’s depressing when you are used to being a strong, independent person, and you have to now rely on other people.

I don’t want to sound like an ungrateful brat, because I really do appreciate everything people have done for me, but it’s hard for me to ask for/accept help of any kind.  My mother is amazing, and I depend on her so much.  My friends have shown incomparable kindness.  We have a fully stocked freezer with foods kids love due to one couple’s thoughtfulness.  Another friend, who owns a cleaning company, has generously offered to do our laundry until the completion of my treatments.  Another friend graciously offered to watch my children, so that my husband could go to work. I have not had to cook since being back, because if my mother isn’t here, another family member is bringing food.  It has all been so wonderful, and so overwhelming at the same time.  It makes me laugh when someone leaves the house, and makes me promise, PROMISE to call if there’s anything I need.  They all know that I’m not going to, but they also want to let me know that they know.
Pity…party of 1, your table is ready.  I want to hurry up and start the next step, because if I can do that, I can hurry up and get well.  It’s also a control issue, and I totally get that.  My life is chaos right now.  It’s disordered, helter skelter, turbulent even. I’m used to being able to get the kids ready, and go for a ride somewhere, at least.  We are all trapped in this house, and we are all getting tired of each other.  I snap at my husband, and accuse him of wanting to leave me.  I cry at the drop of a hat.  I read stories of women who are going through, or have gone through this kind of cancer, and sometimes it is not too hopeful.  One of the ladies contacted me, and I told her that I was doing well, but I felt, sometimes, that I was never going to be rid of this because God was not finished.  She told me that God is not who makes us sick, the devil is.  I had to explain that I knew God didn’t make us sick, but he allows things to be done to us, so He can do things through us.  If He can use us as His voice, believe that He will.  I know that I am up for the challenge, but it all comes down to fear for my family.  Sure, they will be alright without me.  I just don’t want them to have to find out for sure.  Control issue, again.
I’m praying, and allowing myself to be prayed for.  I’m trying to give the controls over to someone who knows better.  I’m trying to be selfish, and let people know when I need something.  I. Am. Trying. To. Survive.
Keep the prayers coming, and I will keep my faith.
I am leaving you with a gift – peace of mind and heart! And the peace I give isn’t fragile like the peace the world gives. So don’t be troubled of afraid. – John 14:27

Chernobyl, or not Chernobyl…THAT is the question.

I am angry! I am frustrated! I am so tired.  I feel my world spinning out of control.  I know, I know…NOW her world is out of control?  She has been fine through diagnosis and surgery, but force her to make one simple decision, and the world is off its axis?

This has been an awful weekend!  I feel like I have been run over…several times.  I don’t want to do radiation!  I feel like a rotten child saying it, but I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna!  Everyone tells me that this is the best course of action, but I just feel like one huge experiment.  “Well, this worked on so and so, let’s try it on Shanna”. Nobody knows what works for REGULAR cancer, so how the heck do they know what works for a rare type of cancer?!?  So, let’s start at the beginning, shall we?  I went to my consultation with a radiologist at the start of last week.  She really didn’t tell me anything that would have convinced me that radiation is going to give me any better chance.  I was not convinced that the side effects are worth the small chance that it will help along with the chemo.  Come on! It’s bad enough that I have cancer, but to possibly have to have a colostomy bag for the rest of my life? How is that fair? Yes, it is a small percentage of people who have to deal with that, but guess what?!? Less than 5% of women contract this type of cervical cancer.  The odds are kind of against me.
Next thing, so I can get out of Debbie Downer mode.  I went to my pre-chemo dentist appointment this past Friday.  If you thought it was bad that I hadn’t been to a lady doctor visit in 3 years, you’ll love this one!  I haven’t been to the dentist in 16 years.  Yeah, I know. I’m a slacker.  The only reason I went this time was because my mother’s dentist suggested it, as his wife had cancer, and it helped alleviate a lot of her mouth issues.  So, as if I weren’t strange enough, with the diagnosis, and clear margins, etc.  16 years, and I had one line of decay on one tooth!  I have one broken tooth(not due to decay), and he noticed wear as a result of grinding my teeth at night…ya think?  So, good news from the dentist!  I will have my teeth cleaned on August 18th, so wish me luck.
 I think what has been the hardest on me lately is trying to keep everyone else’s spirits up.  It is very hard work to be optimistic all the time. I know I don’t have to, that’s just the way I’m built(as a friend so lovingly put it).  I try to be upbeat, and it is wearing me out.  There is nothing upbeat about this.  When I try to make jokes about it, I am usually met with 1 of 2 reactions. 1) Hysterical laughter(because they think I am crazy) 2) Crying(because they think I am crazy).  I am not crazy, nor am I going crazy.  I’m sleepy, angry, and humor is my defense mechanism.  Just want to reiterate that, because even those of you who know me well are having some difficulty dealing with my dark humor lately.  I am in no way trying to make you uncomfortable. On the contrary. I am trying to make myself more comfortable.
Speaking of comfort…I bought my first wig today.  I don’t know how it will feel when I don’t have hair, but it is pretty darn comfy right now.  It is blue with light blue streaks.  I was going to get a teal wig, because that is the awareness ribbon color, but decided to go a little darker. You know. Because of my skin tone.
Anyway, I suppose this is enough rambling for now.  I am tired, and I want to take a pain pill. Port o catheters hurt.  Please, please, please keep the prayers coming, because I am trying really hard to keep the faith.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:  for thou art with me; thy rod and they staff they comfort me.  Psalm 23:4

More Cancerific Caringbridge Posts (original posts from 2011)


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

My journey(as promised)


A funny thing happened on my way to the beach….

Written June 27, 2011 8:35am

I wouldn’t say that I am a completely private person, but I don’t usually broadcast myself, either.  I don’t want to get preachy, nor want to become a poster child for a cause.  I am writing this note for 3 reasons: 1) To get some information out there; 2) To help you learn from my mistakes; and 3) To get as much positive energy, and prayers coming my way.

About 2 months ago, I noticed something very disturbing.  I will not go into detail(for all of my squeamish, male friends on here), suffice it to say, Shanna knew something was wrong.  I went to the doctor, and after several tests, and many weeks of knowing nothing, my doctor(who has excellent timing, btw), called me last Tuesday while I was on my way to the beach.  Now, don’t get indignant on my behalf. He knew I was on vacation, but I had asked(begged) him to call me with any results.  After a short warming up, he told me “Shanna, I am sorry. The pathologist found small cell cancer cells.”  After getting out of the wind tunnel that my mind had become, I asked him what this meant.  Apparently(and according to my best girlfriend), I can’t even get illnesses that anyone else has.  I have to be unique, and not follow the trends.  You see, it is very rare for small cell cancer to develop on one’s “lady parts”, it is usually reserved for lungs.  My doctor had not heard of it, and I believe I heard him say(over the screaming in my head) the pathologist had never seen anything like it.

A little background, to let you know what I meant earlier about learning from my mistakes.  I don’t know how long this has been developing. I haven’t had health insurance for 3 years, and since I passed my last exam, I thought everything was o.k. Am I scared?  Hell yes!  Will I get through this?  As best as I can. Have I learned something? You bet. Things aren’t always what they seem.  Ladies and gentlemen(yes, you too) please go to your regular doctor’s visits. You never know what is lurking about.

The information part of the first paragraph?? Believe me, as soon as I get information, I will be getting it out there.  It is very difficult to find something about this particular type of cancer because it is so uncommon.  I hope that while I am going through this, I will be able to impart some knowledge, so anyone else who gets this prognosis won’t be as in the dark as I am right now.

For any of you who don’t know me well, I have a very dark sense of humor.  If at any time, I make a joke about this that offends you, delete me(because believe me, if you offend me, you will be deleted).  I am not making fun of my disease, I am trying to cope the best way I know how.  I am not asking for any of you to pray that I get well, or even that I beat this. What I would like for you to pray for(to whatever God you worship), is that I have the strength to get through everything that will be coming my way.  I am a fighter, and I am tough, I  just need to be reminded every now and then.  Pray for my children, who are 7 and 4. They will have a hard time trying to figure out what is happening to mommy.  Pray for my husband, who holds his feelings inside, so you never know if he is o.k. or not. Pray for my mom, who is the strongest woman I know, but I am her only child, so this really tests that strength. Also, pray for the friends that are closest to me, who make up my solid support base: *edit: names removed for privacy*. They have promised to go through this Hell with me, and they will need the strength to deal with my whiny butt.

I have my first consultation with an oncologist this Friday, and as soon as I get an update, I will update you all.  Take care of yourselves, and remember, if you think something is wrong…it probably is.