Ever since I've known her, my mom has had the same exact hair style: short, thick and poofy. Except for the occasional dye job, she hasn't changed her hair one bit in over 25 years. Crazy, right?
Well, she's finally getting a new hair style courtesy of chemotherapy. Actually, I don't know if that's true. Not everyone loses their hair during chemotherapy. But if she does, she can look on the bright side and start afresh with a brand new DeNeece from head (hair) to toe. I'm pretty sure you're crying at this point, Mom. Please forgive me.
Yesterday my mom had surgery at the Huntsman Institute in Salt Lake to remove a lump in her breast that she found 3 weeks ago (I like this quick turn-around). I've been told that the good folks over at the Huntsman really HATE cancer (which I like to hear) and the doctors working with my mom especially hate BREAST cancer (grrrrr, that cancer). During that surgery, they discovered that the cancer has spread to her lymph nodes which means that chemotherapy, which was previously an option, is now a necessity.
Let's take a moment to remember the "Do"...
The "Do" in Jerusalem. Is Marie taking this picture? I'm impressed.
The "Do" next to a SWEET mustache. Dad, I'll never forget the day you shaved half of it and walked around like nothing was wrong. We thought it was HILARIOUS.
"Do," you will be sorely missed. But not really.
Alright, I'm done being horribly insensitive, at least for this blog post. I can't make any guarantees for the next one. Anyways, it seems like everyone I talk to has a mother, daughter, aunt, grandma or cousin who has a breast cancer story. For the most part, these stories seem to have a happy ending. My only experiences with cancer involve two good friends. One with lymphoma which ended well and one with rhabdomyosarcoma which did not end well. Oh, and my grandmother, Ralphena, who battled breast cancer for 10 years and eventually died from it. But that was many years and many advancements ago so it doesn't seem fair to compare her experience with my own mother's.
So please share your breast cancer/chemo/radiation stories. Good, bad or otherwise. I'm eager to learn more.