<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:04:39.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey Through My Mom's Breast Cancer</title><subtitle type='html'>When you hear the diagnosis of Breast Cancer for someone you love, your whole world flips upside down. This is my journey through my mom's diagnosis of breast cancer. The ups and downs, my thoughts and fears, the tears. It's all here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-6320661640794031244</id><published>2010-04-25T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:34:58.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id131"&gt;Sorry that I have fallen behind in keeping this updated. Here is where we stand right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id132"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id133"&gt;My mom completed her 6 cycles of chemo without a hitch. She has seen the surgeon. Her surgery, which WILL be a full mastectomy, will be on May 18 at 12:45pm. The reason that she is getting the full mastectomy is that, even though the size of the tumor has significantly decreased (to the point where it can not even be felt on exam) , the tissue that is still affected is over half the breast. So, the surgeon is taking the whole breast to help ensue that all of the affected tissue is removed and to also help reduce the amount of radiation that she has to receive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id136"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id137"&gt;We see Dr. Xu (the radiation oncologist) tomorrow, so we will know more about the dose, frequency and duration then. We will also know whether reconstructive surgery is an option at the time of surgery. That is going to depend on the dose of radiation and whatnot. If it is an option for the same time as the breast removal, she is leaning towards having an implant put in so that she only has one surgery to recover from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id134"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id135"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-6320661640794031244?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6320661640794031244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6320661640794031244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6320661640794031244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2010/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-4307490568734191380</id><published>2010-01-05T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:48:59.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New 'do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id53"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/S0P6Dpc6moI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bzhq0-w4nyQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423453316857895554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/S0P6Dpc6moI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bzhq0-w4nyQ/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-4307490568734191380?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4307490568734191380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/4307490568734191380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/4307490568734191380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-do.html' title='The New &apos;do'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/S0P6Dpc6moI/AAAAAAAAAZs/bzhq0-w4nyQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-2440779755576639001</id><published>2010-01-05T12:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:46:45.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemo #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt;My mom had her second chemo treatment yesterday. Her appointment was scheduled for 8:45am. She got taken back around 9:00am. I went back to check on her at 10:30. Her nurse, Marjorie, told me that the lab where she had her blood work drawn on New Year's Eve, still had not sent the results over. I didn't think anything of it. All I knew was that there was a bag of fluids and a bag of meds running into her IV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id35"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;Fast forward to 1:00. I went back to check on her and found that there was a different bag of meds running. I made the comment that she was almost done with the second of the three meds. Marjorie was like, "No honey, that is the first med. I just got the labs back about 20 minutes ago. If she does well with this, in 30 minutes I will open that line wide and she will be getting it full force. I'll have you out of here around 4:00."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id37"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id34"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;Here I was thinking we only had another hour to go, when we really had 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id39"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id40"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id33"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id38"&gt;So, we ended up being there for another 7 hour day. Another LONG 7 hour day. But again, the nurses and support staff there at the Infusion center were amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt;I took her back today for her injection that she gets the day after chemo. It's to boost her blood counts. Evidently it did a great job the last time as her labs were almost normal! Fingers crossed that it works as well this time around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt;She's doing amazingly well. She has a little color in her cheeks, she's eating and I am able to keep pouring water down her to filter those meds right out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id43"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt;I took her to the American Cancer Society today, after her injection. She was fitted for a wig. After trying many different colors, styles and lengths, she found one that she liked. And more importantly to her, Ainsley responded positively to her in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;I am glad that she was able to get herself one today, as her head has been very cold due to the fact that this past weekend, her hair finally decided it was time to say adios and start leaving her in clumps. We knew that it was coming, but it has still been hard to watch happen. She is considering having me shave the last remaining strands of hair off so that she can feel that she got a leg up on this cancer. I told her that I would happily shave her head for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt;I really am so very proud of her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-2440779755576639001?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2440779755576639001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2010/01/chemo-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2440779755576639001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2440779755576639001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2010/01/chemo-2.html' title='Chemo #2'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-1592395765158830493</id><published>2009-12-27T12:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:40:31.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id75"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Szeb983GIgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/avqTkqFohpA/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419972165175222786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Szeb983GIgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/avqTkqFohpA/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Szeb9mjoDQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UVntdlBMFJc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419972159187979522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Szeb9mjoDQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UVntdlBMFJc/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Szeb9jCpNdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GEB3iWpwhvU/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419972158244337106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Szeb9jCpNdI/AAAAAAAAAXE/GEB3iWpwhvU/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Szeb9b9J_vI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bDBJ2k06jPI/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419972156342271730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Szeb9b9J_vI/AAAAAAAAAW8/bDBJ2k06jPI/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id74"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-1592395765158830493?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/1592395765158830493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/1592395765158830493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/1592395765158830493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Szeb983GIgI/AAAAAAAAAXU/avqTkqFohpA/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-2808472534017426951</id><published>2009-12-16T11:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:25:51.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemo Treatment #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id37"&gt;My mom had her first chemo treatment on Monday morning. She was scheduled to begin infusing at 8:45am. She was triaged at 9am began the treatment shortly after that. I was not able to stay back there with her as there were other patients getting meds and it was close quarters. I stayed out in the waiting room, and by waiting room I mean 4 chairs against a wall out in the hallway outside the Infusion center. Super tiny. Super thin foam cushions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id51"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt;I was able to go back and check on her throughout the day. Every time that I went back there, I was so pleased to see that she was holding her own against those drugs. She was even chatting and cutting up with the other ladies that were in the room with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id53"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id54"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id39"&gt;Her nurse, Marjorie, was AMAZING. I don't think that I have ever known anyone that could get an IV started on my mom the very first try AND have her not even realize that it was in. She didn't feel a thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id40"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt;There are 4 nurses that work in the Infusion center, we have met 2 of them so far. I've been very impressed with the bedside manner and the level of care and compassion that is shown to anyone that walks through those doors. I was even shown the same level of compassion on Friday when we went in for the chemo class. I guess they are aware that being the caretaker for someone with cancer is a very difficult job title. It is stressful and worrisome, but yet you have to hold it together and be strong for others around you. The charge nurse, Joyce, took me into her arms and gave the biggest tightest hug on Friday and told me that I ever needed anything for me to not hesitate to call the center. There is always someone there for us, both as patients and as caretakers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Monday and the infusion...she was there for 7.5 hours getting her meds. It was a very long day and we were both exhausted by the time it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took her home with me and she has been here since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id57"&gt;Yesterday, she had to go back to the Infusion center to get a shot of medication that is meant to boost her blood counts during this crucial 48-72 hours after chemo, when they are at their lowest. The medication is potent and causes bone pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id56"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id55"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id43"&gt;It is now 11:20 on Wednesday morning and she is just now starting to feel the nausea and weakness. She was sent home with 2 prescriptions for nausea meds, one that she takes twice a day for 3 days and the other only as needed. I made her take the as needed one just a little while ago and told her to go lay down and rest. She was wobbling through the house like she was drunk and slurring her words some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt;I have to make sure that she keeps drinking water so that her kidneys continue to filter the drugs through her system. Dehydration is a very bad thing when on chemo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt;She had been eating like I haven't seen her eat in a while, up until this morning. She has yet to eat anything, though I keep pushing her because despite feeling sick, she will feel better with something on her stomach. If we stay on top of the nausea, it will be easier to treat and prevent than if we let her get to the point that she is truly sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id38"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-2808472534017426951?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2808472534017426951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/12/chemo-treatment-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2808472534017426951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2808472534017426951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/12/chemo-treatment-1.html' title='Chemo Treatment #1'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-3680628486070319203</id><published>2009-12-10T00:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:35:37.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are Going to Get Pretty Rough Very Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id69"&gt;We had an uneventful Thanksgiving, medical wise. Dr. Porcase (her regular doctor) did a conference call with Dr. Ali (the cardiologist that put her on Coumadin), Dr. Kilkenny (the surgeon), Dr. Xu (the radiation oncologist), and Dr. Zaiden (the medical oncologist). They were all in agreement that there is no reason anymore for her to have to take Coumadin!!!!!!!!! It comes as such a relief to know that by the time she starts the chemo treatments, the Coumadin will be gone from her system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id82"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id83"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id73"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id72"&gt;This past Monday, the 7th, she had to go down to Shands for an abdominal CT scan. We were there for almost 6 hours, but hse managed to keep the barium that she was required to drink, down, and that is a very good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id84"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id71"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id70"&gt;On Friday, the 11th, she is scheduled for a MUGA scan of her heart, because the one chemo drug, Adriamycin can have the potential to be toxic to the heart muscle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id75"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id74"&gt;Here is a link to a site that goes into detail about this scan. &lt;a href="http://heartdisease.about.com/cs/otherriskfactors/l/blmuga.htm"&gt;http://heartdisease.about.com/cs/otherriskfactors/l/blmuga.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id85"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id86"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id81"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id76"&gt;When that test is done, we have to go across the street to the Pavillion at Shands and attend a "Chemo Class". This is where any questions that we have about the chemo will be asked. They are going to be going over every detail with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id90"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id89"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id78"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id77"&gt;The first cycle of the dreaded chemo starts on Monday, Decmeber 14. She will be staying here at our house the first few days after the chemo is infused, so that I am nearby during the times that are going to be the hardest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id87"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id88"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id80"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id79"&gt;Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers, especially come Monday and the early part of next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-3680628486070319203?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3680628486070319203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-are-going-to-get-pretty-rough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/3680628486070319203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/3680628486070319203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-are-going-to-get-pretty-rough.html' title='Things are Going to Get Pretty Rough Very Soon'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-3844730935639354511</id><published>2009-11-25T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:22:10.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Finishing Touches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;We had the appointment with the Medical Oncologist (Dr. Zaiden) yesterday. He informed us that the particular cancer that my mom has is called Triple Negative Breast Cancer (TNBC).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt;Most breast cancers (about 80-85%) are fed by either estrogen, progesterone, or the protein HER2. TNBC is not fed by any of these thins. More than likely it is caused by the BRCA-1 gene being mutated, which means that it is more than likely inherited. This makes it a harder cancer to treat because there are fewer treatments options.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;As far as we know, it has not metastasized out into the body, although it is in the lymph nodes. We are waiting to hear back from the oncology office with an appointment for an abdominal CT scan to check for metastasis. We are also waiting for an appointment for an ultrasound of the heart to check for structural defects and the overall health of the heart, since the chemo can potentially caused weaken heart muscles. She is going today to have a ton of blood work done to check her liver and kidney functions, since the chemo is filtered through the kidneys and cleared by the liver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id56"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id37"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id33"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id34"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id35"&gt;Once all of this is done, she will start on the chemo. The regimen that she will be put on is called TAC (taxotere, adriamycin, and cytoxan).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id57"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id58"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id38"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt;The taxotere slows or stops the cell division, or keeps enzymes from making the proteins the cells need in order to grow. The adriamycin both blocks DNA production in the cells, and also inhibits the enzymes responsible for repairing DNA. The cytoxan stops cancer cells from replicating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id59"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id60"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id40"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id39"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt;She will need to be closely monitored, more so than a "normal" chemo patient, due to her being on Coumadin and the clotting factor that she has. Chemo lowers platelets, making you more prone to bleeding (which the Coumadin does as well), lowers white blood cells, making you more prone to infection, and lowers red blood cells which makes you more prone to anemia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id61"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id62"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt;All of that combined with the fact that she can not have IVs in her right arm due to the reconstruction surgery that she had a few years ago and the fact that her veins in her left arm are really bad, she will more than likely end up with a port-a-cath inserted under the skin just below her collarbone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id63"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id64"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id51"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt;After chemo is done, which she will get once every 3 weeks for 6 cycles, she will have surgery and then radiation for 6.5 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id65"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id66"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id54"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id53"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;There is an 80% chance that after 2 or 3 cycles of chemo that the tumor will disappear completely. This won't mean that she can avoid surgery and radiation though. it will all still be done since all it takes for the cancer to come back is one single cell left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id55"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id67"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id68"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;The chance of recurrence and distant metastasis is higher with this type of cancer, so everything will be done to prevent that as much as possible. This cancer is also pretty rare in older white women, mainly being diagnosed in African American women in their 30s and 40s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-3844730935639354511?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/3844730935639354511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/finishing-touches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/3844730935639354511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/3844730935639354511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/finishing-touches.html' title='The Finishing Touches'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-5929727561945576188</id><published>2009-11-20T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:57:10.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Details</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;The appointment with the Radiation Oncologist lasted for 2 hours. An incredible amount of details were discussed at this appointment. It was almost mind-boggling really. Here is a quick rundown of those details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt;As far as radiation goes, she will be getting conventional radiation. It will be the last step in this long process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt;We also have a tentative game plan. After the appointment next Tuesday with the Medical Oncologist, this game plan will have the "finishing touches" added and everything can begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt;The plan is that she will get chemotherapy, most likely for 16 weeks. After the chemo will come surgery. What type of surgery it is will depend on how well the tumor responds to the chemo and how much it shrinks. Then, after the surgery, she will receive radiation therapy. This will be 6.5 weeks of daily, Monday through Friday treatments. Each treatment will last approximately 20 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-5929727561945576188?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/5929727561945576188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/details.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/5929727561945576188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/5929727561945576188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/details.html' title='Details'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-4363702344710949804</id><published>2009-11-19T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:50:20.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Radiation Oncologist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;Surprise!!! We have an appointment to see the Radiation Oncologist (Dr. Xu) tomorrow at 12:30. We were not aware that she would be seeing this doctor, at least not for a while. We will be discussing the treatment options, one of which includes Proton therapy. I will go into more detail about what that is once we have a treatment plan in place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-4363702344710949804?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4363702344710949804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/radiation-oncologist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/4363702344710949804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/4363702344710949804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/radiation-oncologist.html' title='The Radiation Oncologist'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-6006618012434486467</id><published>2009-11-16T23:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:24:27.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Mammogram Guidelines Proposed by the U.S.Task Force Are Horrible!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;The American Cancer Society recommends the following (for women of average risk for breast cancer):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id66"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id67"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id68"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id35"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Yearly&lt;/strong&gt; mammograms starting at age &lt;strong&gt;40&lt;/strong&gt; and continuing as long as a woman is in good health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id64"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id65"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id69"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt;The U.S. Preventive Services Task Force has now decided that women should not begin having mammograms until the age of &lt;strong&gt;50&lt;/strong&gt;, if they are at an average risk, &lt;strong&gt;and that it should be every 2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt;. They also feel that self breast exams have &lt;strong&gt;no benefit&lt;/strong&gt; and recommend that doctors stop teaching this technique to patients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id63"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id62"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id61"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id37"&gt;This task force has no authority to enforce these recommendations, but many doctors look to them for reviews on the effectiveness of screening tests and preventive care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id70"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id59"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id60"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id58"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id57"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id56"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt;The American Cancer Society says that the number of women diagnosed with breast cancer in their 40s account for &lt;strong&gt;17%&lt;/strong&gt; of all breast cancer deaths. There is an estimate that this number will go up by as much as 3%, to a total of &lt;strong&gt;20% &lt;/strong&gt;of all breast cancer deaths. Think of the number of women that would be saved by early detection by beginning mammograms at the ACS recommended age of 40 and not 50 like the Task Force recommends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id72"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id55"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id54"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id53"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt;Starting mammograms at a later age will result in the finding of cancers that are in later stages, decreasing the survival rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id71"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id51"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt;Right now as it stands with the ACS guidelines, an estimated 40,170 women will die in 2009 from breast cancer. A whooping estimated 192,370 new cases of invasive breast cancer and 62,280 cases of non-invasive breast cancer will be diagnosed in 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id76"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id75"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id74"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt;Does the Task Force really feel that these horrendous numbers going up is okay??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id73"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt;This makes me very sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-6006618012434486467?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6006618012434486467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-mammogram-guidelines-proposed-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6006618012434486467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6006618012434486467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-mammogram-guidelines-proposed-by.html' title='The New Mammogram Guidelines Proposed by the U.S.Task Force Are Horrible!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-6540913255418542211</id><published>2009-11-13T11:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T11:31:35.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Medical Oncologist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;We finally have an appointment to see the medical oncologist (Dr. Zaiden) on Tuesday November 24th at 9:20am. This appointment is to discuss &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adjuvant therapy,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; using chemotherapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt;"Adjuvant therapy is treatment given before or after cancer surgery to increase the chances of a cure. It destroys microscopic areas of remaining cancer. Adjuvant therapy may include chemotherapy, radiation therapy, hormonal therapy, or a combination of these treatments." (&lt;a href="http://cancer.sutterhealth.org/information/breastcancer.html"&gt;http://cancer.sutterhealth.org/information/breastcancer.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-6540913255418542211?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6540913255418542211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/medical-oncologist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6540913255418542211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6540913255418542211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/medical-oncologist.html' title='The Medical Oncologist'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-2038024334103455571</id><published>2009-11-10T18:48:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T21:26:24.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not What We Were Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;We went to see the surgeon (Dr. Kilkenny) today. He wants to send us to see a medical oncologist, which is a doctor that uses chemotherapy to treat cancer. He wants us to discuss the possibility of using chemo to try and shrink the tumor and possibly kill the cancer cells in the lymph nodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt;Using chemo before surgery will do one of a few things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;1. It will shrink the tumor&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to the cancer in the lymph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt;2. It will shrink the tumor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the cancer in the lymph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt;3. It will shrink the tumor &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and do &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to the cancer in the lymph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt;4. It will shrink the tumor &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kill the cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the lymph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt;5. It will shrink the tumor&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kill the cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in the lymph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt;6. It will shrink the tumor &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kill the cancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the lymph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;If #1 happens, the surgeon will have to do a *&lt;strong&gt;full mastectomy&lt;/strong&gt; and take out all the  lymph nodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt;If #2 happens, the surgeon will do a **&lt;strong&gt;partial mastectomy&lt;/strong&gt; and take out all the lymph nodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt;If #3 happens, the surgeon will do a ***&lt;strong&gt;lumpectomy&lt;/strong&gt; and take out all of the lymph nodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt;If #4 happens, the surgeon will have to do a full mastectomy and leave the lymph nodes alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt;If #5 happens, the surgeon will do a partial mastectomy and leave the lymph nodes alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;If #6 happens, the surgeon will do a lumpectomy and leave the lymph nodes alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt;Obviously, we hope that if she goes through chemo first, that #6 is what ends up happening. Though any of the situations #4-6 would be good. If she can get through surgery without having to take out the lymph nodes, that would be awesome. The drawback to #2,3,5 and 6 is that she would have to go through radiation after the surgery. With #4, she would do the chemo and have the surgery and NOT have radiation, but she would lose the entire breast. With #1, she would go through the chemo and have the surgery and NOT have radiation, but she would lose the lymph nodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id59"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id53"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id33"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt;The lymph system "&lt;em&gt;is part of your immune system. It consists of a series of vessels which run along side your circulatory system (veins) and lymph nodes which are located around major organs and in certain tissue (under your arm for instance). The lymph system helps to filter out dead cells, protein and waste products in your veins. It also plays a role in mobilizing your immune system to fight off an infection."  (&lt;a href="http://cancer.sutterhealth.org/information/index.html"&gt;http://cancer.sutterhealth.org/information/index.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id58"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id37"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt;Losing the lymph nodes put her at risk for a condition called lymphedema. Lymphedema is "&lt;em&gt;the collection of protein-rich lymph fluid in the tissues of the hand, arm and/or chest wall on the side of the breast surgery. Lymphedema causes painless swelling of the hand, arm and/or chest. The condition occurs when the normal lymphatic drainage in the chest and arm are injured during&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;surgery and/or radiation  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;therapy&lt;/em&gt;."  (&lt;a href="http://cancer.sutterhealth.org/information/index.html"&gt;http://cancer.sutterhealth.org/information/index.html&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id51"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id38"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id39"&gt;Lymphedema is usually not painful, though the arm does get red and swollen. It can be a chronic condition that she would have to deal with forever, off and on over the years. It is not a dangerous condition, just bothersome as it can occur due to overuse of that arm, infection, a bug bite on that arm, a cut or scrape to that arm, or any other type of injury that causes a build up of excess fluids. It is something that can treated with massage that manually drains the lymph fluid, wearing custom-fitted compression sleeves or garments with or without pumps attached, and with antibiotics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id54"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id40"&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;full mastectomy: surgery where all of the breast tissue and nipple is removed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** partial mastectomy: surgery where the cancerous tissue and a generous margin of normal tissue is removed (more breast tissue is removed with this than with a lumpectomy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id43"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*** lumpectomy: surgery where the cancerous tissue and some surrounding normal tissue is removed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id57"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id56"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id55"&gt;I think I covered it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-2038024334103455571?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2038024334103455571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-what-we-were-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2038024334103455571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2038024334103455571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-what-we-were-thinking.html' title='Not What We Were Thinking'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-4856374351432430794</id><published>2009-11-10T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T00:22:09.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh...My Nerves are Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id88"&gt;I have been so incredibly stressed out today. Let me tell you why...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id89"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id82"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id87"&gt;On Friday, I called Amanda at Dr. Porcase's office to check in with her regarding the progress of getting the biopsy pathology slides sent to Shands. I never heard back from her Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id90"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id70"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id76"&gt;She called me today and told me that she had yet to hear from Connie (breast health coordinator at Shands) about where to have the lab send the slides. She wanted to know if I knew where they were supposed to go. Of course, I had no idea. So she suggested that we both call and leave messages for Connie and hope that we got called back in time for the slides to be overnighted to Shands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id74"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id91"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id75"&gt;A little while later, Amanda called me back to tell me that Connie had returned her call and given her the address for the slides. Amanda was then able to fax over the request form to the lab. We are only hoping that it got there in time for the slides to be shipped out so that they are there for the surgeon tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id92"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id77"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id78"&gt;I am also pretty nervous about the appointment tomorrow. I am afraid that my mom  is going to go in there and refuse to hear anything that he has to say. She is that stubborn sometimes. I can see her doing that, especially with her negativity lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-4856374351432430794?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4856374351432430794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/ughmy-nerves-are-shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/4856374351432430794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/4856374351432430794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/ughmy-nerves-are-shot.html' title='Ugh...My Nerves are Shot'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-7472837119168160737</id><published>2009-11-09T10:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T10:48:50.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Did This Weekend...(I worked hard)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Svg5SSHqyMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dsWoK3ZoFBE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130739295340738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Svg5SSHqyMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dsWoK3ZoFBE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Svg5SXk7RoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/B0UL4IuFVmI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130740760233602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Svg5SXk7RoI/AAAAAAAAAWs/B0UL4IuFVmI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id43"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Svg4ek_hNZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SAakVRuPPIo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Svg4eJD_5LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/Za7bHq4aU0k/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Svg4d4cxUlI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qjOb46-HwqQ/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt;I spent a good portion of the weekend putting together a notebook to put all of my mom's medical information in and keep it organized. Inside there are dividers for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Treatment Log&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I will keep track of any and all treatments that she receives)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Medical Team Directory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I will keep contact in for for any and all doctors, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Personal Info Directory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I will keep an ongoing copy of her medical records)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Insurance Info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I have a copy of her benefits plan book, I will also keep any statements, EOBs and bills that she receives)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Reports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I will keep copies of all reports from any tests that are done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I will keep track of all meds that she is given and any details on when and how to take them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id38"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Calendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I have printed out a monthly calendar for easy at-a-glance knowledge of what is upcoming and I also have a weekly calendar as well for more detailed information)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Follow Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I will keep info regarding check ups, any tests to be done at check ups and a follow up schedule)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Maintaining Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I will keep any info or hints on staying well before, during and after treatments, dietary suggestions and any exercise guidelines)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Potential Problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I will keep info on any "problem" side effects to any treatments)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Community Resources&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (where I will keep info on places around town that can offer help, info, etc to us regarding her care)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Questions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(this is where I will jot down any questions that we have along the way so that they are all together and I can keep track with them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prescription Drug Coverage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (I have copied her insurance's drug plan so that we are well aware of whether or not any drugs that she is given are covered or not)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Additional Info&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (this is where I have put a copy of the American Cancer Society's Breast Cancer Guidebook, I will also include other info along the way that I find helpful or resourceful)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id40"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-7472837119168160737?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/7472837119168160737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-did-this-weekendi-worked-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/7472837119168160737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/7472837119168160737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-did-this-weekendi-worked-hard.html' title='What I Did This Weekend...(I worked hard)'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Svg5SSHqyMI/AAAAAAAAAW0/dsWoK3ZoFBE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-2019303057951272169</id><published>2009-11-06T23:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:52:48.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Something Worked Out Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt;The plan for today was to take my mom to Memorial to get copies of her mammogram films. Before I left the house to drive all the way into town, I called over to Memorial. I spoke with the lady at the front desk in the Imaging Department. She transferred me to the Mammography File Room (why I was not transferred to them in the first place on Wednesday when I called, I could not tell you...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;The message in the Mammo file room told me to leave a detailed message, stating the patient's name, birth date and a telephone number where they can be reached. It also told me that it would take 48 hours for all files to be copied and that someone would call to let you know that the films were ready for pick up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt;I left all of the requested information. And then called my mom to tell her that we would not be going to Memorial today and explained to her what the message had said. She then tells me that she filled out the paperwork to request the copies on Wednesday when we were there. WHAT??? Seriously? Why did she not tell me this? I have been stressing out all week trying to figure out how we were going to get these films and here she had already done the paperwork...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt;So, I called back over to Memorial and again spoke to lady at the front desk. I explained to her what was going on, that my mom's memory is not the best and that I had a sick kiddo that I would like to avoid dragging all over town if I could. She very kindly transferred me to the Mammography File Room Manager (Joanne). I left a message that explained the situation and asked that someone please call me to let me know exactly what was going on with these films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt;While I was waiting to hear back from Joanne, my cell phone rang. It was Connie, from Shands. She was checking in to see where we stood in getting the films. I explained to her what was going on and she then tells me this: "If you can get your hands on those films today, let me know ASAP. Dr. Kilkenny (the surgeon) wants to see your mom as soon as yesterday. He's willing to schedule an extra appointment on Tuesday to get her in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id35"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;Then while I am getting off the phone with Connie, my house phone rings. It's Joanne! She says that the films are indeed ready for pick up and that they were open until 4:30. I immediately called Connie back. She was still at her desk (she is a very busy woman and is NEVER at her desk) and answered. I told her that the films were ready and as good as ours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt;Long story short (HaHaHa, yeah right!)....we see the surgeon on Tuesday November 10th at 1pm!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id34"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id33"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt;Things are finally going right and moving along. After the week that I have had with all of this back and forth crapola and a sick, pukey and poopy kiddo, I feel like I can FINALLY relax some and enjoy the weekend. We are going to the Fair and to the Air and Sea Spectacular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-2019303057951272169?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2019303057951272169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-something-worked-out-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2019303057951272169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2019303057951272169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-something-worked-out-right.html' title='Finally Something Worked Out Right'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-8197520510736600353</id><published>2009-11-05T22:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T23:12:49.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Forward, Two Steps Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;If you recall the phone conversation that I had on Tuesday afternoon with Connie at Shands, you will remember that she requested that we go to Memorial and get a copy of the mammogram films to bring with us when we finally see the surgeon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt;Well, yesterday morning, after taking my mom to her doctor to get her Coumadin levels drawn, I took her to Memorial to pick up the films. Please note that I had called over there to the Imaging department prior to leaving the house to ensure that we did not need a request form from the doctor's office. I was told that we did NOT need a request form , that the films belong to the patient and they have the right to request copies at any time. Great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;We get to Memorial and my mom goes inside. I stay out in the car with Ainsley, who was sick and sleeping. My mom is inside for about 30 minutes and comes outside empty-handed. She handed me a slip of paper that stated that her doctor MUST call at least 48 hours prior to her coming to pick them up and that they must fax over a release form.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt;I was pretty agitated because I had called them specifically for this reason. To avoid getting over there and finding out that we needed a doctor's release. Here I was with my very sick, pukey and poopy kiddo, sleeping in the car. I needed to get her home so that she could rest in a bed. So, I called the doctor's office and left a message requesting that someone call over to Memorial and do what had to be done so that they would give us the dang films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;To kill time while I waited for someone to call me back and tell me that Memorial would give the films to us, I drove across the street to the Quest Lab, to drop off a stool sample for Ainsley. That took a whooping 35 minutes to drop off, as the woman made me sign in and wait to drop off some poop. But that is another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id18"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt;I then drove over to Walgreen's to get some ginger ale, some pedialyte, some baby tylenol and motrin, some electrolyte water and a few other things for the sick baby. I came out and my mom went in to pick up a few things. By now we had been gone from Memorial for over an hour and I still had not heard back from the doctor's office. So I made the decision to take my mom home and get Ainsley back home and get some fluids in her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt;I got a call back later that afternoon, at 4:45. The doctor's office told me that they did NOT have to call Memorial to get them to release the films to us. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, the plan is to go back to Memorial and give them what for...at least until they give up the dang films. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-8197520510736600353?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8197520510736600353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/8197520510736600353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/8197520510736600353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-step-forward-two-steps-back.html' title='One Step Forward, Two Steps Back'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-2484906973145229713</id><published>2009-11-03T17:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:44:10.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt;I just got off the phone, after an hour long conversation, with the Breast Health Coordinator (Connie) at Shands Jacksonville. She was out of the office Friday and Monday. She had clinic half of the day today and will be there again all day tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt;She got the phone call from Dr. Porcase's office on Thursday and returned the call stating that she needed more information. No one ever called her back with that information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id10"&gt;So......tomorrow when I take my mom in to the doctor to get her Coumadin level drawn, we need to sign a release form giving Dr. Porcase permission to release the breast biopsy pathology slides to Shands. Then we need to get them to fax the release form to Shands while we are there, so that we know that it was done and went through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt;Then we have to go to the Healthcare Plaza where she had the mammogram and get a copy of the films.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt;When Connie comes in on Thursday, the release form should be on her desk. Once she has it in her hands, she can get the ball rolling on getting my mom scheduled to see the surgeon. She told me that she is making my mom top priority due to the size of the tumor, so we should get in pretty soon to see the surgeon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id35"&gt;That is where we sit right now. One step closer than we were this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-2484906973145229713?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2484906973145229713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-step-closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2484906973145229713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2484906973145229713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-6189640337505145301</id><published>2009-11-02T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:36:48.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurry Up and Wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id141"&gt;I have no patience when it comes to waiting for something like this. When we were at my mom's doctor last Monday and we got the confirmed diagnosis, we were told that we would be called by the end of the week with an appointment to see the surgeon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id157"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id153"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id142"&gt;I called 4 times on Thursday and Friday, leaving messages each time. No one called me back either day. The phone finally rang this morning. It was Amanda, the referral coordinator at my mom's doctor's office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id158"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id154"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id143"&gt;She told me that the reason I hadn't heard from anyone was because the surgeon that Dr. Porcase (my mom's doctor) wanted her to see is not contracted with her insurance. The only surgeons and hospital that are contracted with her insurance is Shands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id159"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id144"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id145"&gt;While some might have issues with Shands, I am very pleased that that is where this will all be taken care of. It is a wonderful hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id160"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id149"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id146"&gt;The drawback is that everything takes FOREVER!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id161"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id148"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id147"&gt;We are now waiting to hear back from the Breast Health Coordinator there at Shands in the Breast Health Center. She is out of the office until tomorrow afternoon. She is apparently the only person there that can schedule appointments with the surgeons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id162"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id151"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id152"&gt;The longer we have to wait to see the surgeon means the longer it is going to be before the surgery gets done and my mom is on the road to recovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id164"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id156"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id155"&gt;ARGH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id150"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id163"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-6189640337505145301?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6189640337505145301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/hurry-up-and-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6189640337505145301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6189640337505145301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/hurry-up-and-wait.html' title='Hurry Up and Wait...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-4795860950697502322</id><published>2009-11-01T23:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:40:59.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Helps to Have A Good Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;My best friend Beth has an almost uncanny 6th sense. She always seems in some way or another to know when I am feeling down or have hit a low point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id20"&gt;Every single time, since this all started with my mom and the doctor first muttered the words "breast cancer", I need someone to talk to, she ALWAYS pops up in one way or another. Whether it be a phone call (she lives in Atlanta), a text message or an email, she is always there to pull me through whatever is going on at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id17"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id16"&gt;At my mom's first appointment, the one that started all of this, while I was waiting in the hallway for my mom to get some blood work drawn, I sent Beth a text message saying that the doctor thought my mom had breast cancer. Almost as soon as the text went through, there was Beth calling me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id12"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id13"&gt;The morning of my mom's 7am mammogram. Nerves were on edge. At 6:30 that morning, as we were driving to the hospital, my phone rang. It was Beth, calling to let us know that she was thinking about us and wanting me to call as soon as it was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id15"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id14"&gt;Beth doesn't know that she has this sense. At least, I haven't told her. Maybe she does know it. Maybe that is why she pops up right when I need someone to talk to. Whether she knows it or not doesn't matter. What matters is that she is there. When it feels like there is not another person around that cares, there she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Beth. You will never know what it means to me to have someone that cares so very much about what is going on with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does help to have a good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-4795860950697502322?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/4795860950697502322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-helps-to-have-good-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/4795860950697502322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/4795860950697502322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-helps-to-have-good-friend.html' title='It Helps to Have A Good Friend'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-8188995285458680058</id><published>2009-10-31T15:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:15:29.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Frustrated...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id19"&gt;My mom has such a negative attitude about all of this. She told me today that she wasn't sure if she was going to have the surgery to either take out the lump or take off the breast. And she also said that she wasn't going to let anyone put her on chemo. I told her that she had to have the surgery and chemo. If she didn't, the cancer would spread and go out into her body. Her response was, "What difference does it make if it spreads? I'll still be all alone, with no one to talk to about this and no one that gives a shit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can she say that she has no one that gives a shit??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does she not see that I am bending over backwards to stay on top of the doctors and get this stuff scheduled, so that it can be taken care of and she can get on the road to recovery as quickly as possible???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id54"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id51"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt;How can she be so selfish that she would decide to NOT do anything that the doctors say so that she can get better???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id53"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt;How can she say that she is all alone and has no one to talk to about how scared she is??? What about me? Do I not count as someone to talk to? Can she not see that I have been by her side every step of the way so far and that I plan to continue to be there by her side the rest of the way???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id42"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id43"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt;How can she say that I don't care??? That she is nothing but a burden and a bother, so she might as well just let the cancer do her in and be done with it so that she isn't a burden anymore???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id33"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt;Does she not see that she is breaking my heart by saying these things? I have NEVER said anything or done anything to make her feel in any way that she is a burden to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id45"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id26"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id23"&gt;My God, she is my mother. Doesn't she know that I would do anything for her??? Anything to keep her here with me as long as I possibly can???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id46"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id24"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id25"&gt;How do I make her understand this??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id21"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id22"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-8188995285458680058?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8188995285458680058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/8188995285458680058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/8188995285458680058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-frustrated.html' title='I&apos;m So Frustrated...'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-2130361479840720557</id><published>2009-10-31T09:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T09:46:23.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id35"&gt;It's amazing how you can be surrounded by people and yet, still feel so all alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id37"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-2130361479840720557?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/2130361479840720557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2130361479840720557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/2130361479840720557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-alone.html' title='All Alone'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-6615412423701244172</id><published>2009-10-29T23:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:39:24.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Get Scared</title><content type='html'>Why does my mind automatically try to focus on the worst case scenario? Doesn't it know that if it keeps that up, it will slowly drive me to the point of losing it? With the exception of yesterday when I was in pretty crappy spirits all day, I have been doing a pretty good job of being positive. I know that a positive attitude is very important to have in this type of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are still fleeting moments when my mind wanders to that worst case scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley and I went to lunch with my mom today. As I was driving down the road, I could hear the two of them in the backseat laughing and singing and just having a great time. My mind chose this moment to wander...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant, my mom bought Ainsley a lollipop as we were leaving. When we got back into the car, I could hear them laughing about whose lollipop it was. Ainsley said it was hers because NaNa gave it to her. My mom said it was hers because she bought it. It was a really cute little argument and it made me laugh, knowing that Ainsley didn't realize that my mom was only kidding around. My mind chose this moment to wander...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainsley fell asleep in the car on the way home. When we got home and I was getting her out of her car seat, she woke up and sleepily asked, "Where NaNa go?" My mind chose this moment to wander...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mind sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scares me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-6615412423701244172?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/6615412423701244172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-get-scared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6615412423701244172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/6615412423701244172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-get-scared.html' title='I Get Scared'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-8732496178946267801</id><published>2009-10-29T00:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:54:05.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>The quiet of the night is when it gets really hard. The thoughts and questions come at you so fast that you don't have time to duck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this happening? &lt;br /&gt;Why my mom? &lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel like I am in mourning, when my mother is very much alive? &lt;br /&gt;Why does getting the answers back from the doctors take so long? &lt;br /&gt;Why didn't God answer my prayers and let this not be cancer?&lt;br /&gt;Why does cancer even exist?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we find a cure for this horrible disease?&lt;br /&gt;Is it normal to feel so angry?&lt;br /&gt;Who or what do I direct this anger at?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt so bad that the only way to ease some of the pain is to just cry?&lt;br /&gt;When am I going to wake up and realize that this is all just a very bad dream?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I make it better for her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-8732496178946267801?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/8732496178946267801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/8732496178946267801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/8732496178946267801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152986791638878080.post-9056374892135533049</id><published>2009-10-28T13:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:46:04.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confirmed Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>We got the confirmed diagnosis Monday. Invasive Moderately Differentiated Ductal Carcinoma and Metastatic Ductal Carcinoma of the right Axillary nodes. My mom has breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background on my mom: She is a stroke survivor, 3 times over. March of 2007 she fell and shattered her right arm and needed 5 hours of reconstructive surgery to save it. June of 2007 she was hit with 2 strokes at once, one on each side of her brain. The doctor discovered that she had a patent foramen ovale (a hole in the heart that closes right after birth) and a clotting factor that causes the veins in her legs to produce thousands of tiny microscopic blood clots. These clots normally would be filtered out through the lungs, but with the hole in her heart, some of the clots were able to bypass the lungs and go to the brain. Over time, they built up and created a clot large enough to cause a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her arm that she had rebuilt has very limited range of motion and is full of pins and plates and screws and various other metal pieces. Add the physical and mental after effects of the strokes and she was a big ol' mess for a while. My stepdad decided that he couldn't be with her anymore because she had "changed", so in September of 2008 he packed up and left her. When he left, he took the health insurance with him. She was left with nothing and no ability to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I began the process of getting her signed up for Disability benefits through Social Security. She was denied immediately. I then appealed the decision and after months and months of paperwork and red tape, she was finally approved for SSI in August of 2009. Along with her SSI, she also qualified for Medicaid for health insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it took so long to get her approved and everything set up once she was approved, she neglected to inform me that she had found a lump in her right breast. She claimed that since she could not go to a doctor yet, there was no use in saying anything. If she had said something, I would have found a way to get her in to see someone, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had her first appointment with her new doctor on October 14. He checked the lump and set her up for a mammogram immediately. It was schedule for October 21. She had that done and the radiologist decided to refer  her to have a needle biopsy done. That was done on October 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had an appointment yesterday, October 26, to see her doctor and get the results of the biopsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all happening so fast, which is a really good thing, I guess. there just has not been any real time for all of this to sink in yet. We are now at the point where we are waiting for authorization from Medicaid for her to go see the breast surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tumor is the size of a baseball, so more than likely when they remove it, there will not be enough tissue left to do reconstruction. She is devastated at the thought of losing her breast. I have done nothing but read any and every book that I can find on breast cancer since the doctor first uttered the words, "I would stake my license that this is breast cancer." So I am aware that this one of the most common types of breast cancer. And that it is very treatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still scary as hell. I've been holding it together pretty well since the doctor first mentioned the possibilty of cancer. But today, I'm not doing so hot. It's hard right now to keep myself together and be strong for my mom, my baby girl and for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152986791638878080-9056374892135533049?l=myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/feeds/9056374892135533049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/confirmed-diagnosis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/9056374892135533049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152986791638878080/posts/default/9056374892135533049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myjourneythroughmymomsbreastcancer.blogspot.com/2009/10/confirmed-diagnosis.html' title='Confirmed Diagnosis'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00420554217454385510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jEdgrZTu6QY/Sc2pLNuD0tI/AAAAAAAAAEc/40WyTscySiI/S220/S7003020+-+Copy.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
