Remission

Got official word at my oncologist this morning ... I'm in remission!

I wear this every day.

Confirmed by my labs today and my bone marrow biopsy last week.

Whew. 

Hurdle, cleared. 

Thank you for standing with me in this fight. Thank you for holding me up. The notes, meals, calls, visits, prayers, have kept me standing. Have kept me going. Have helped me keep fighting. 

And the fight's not over. Not even close.

This damn leukemia ... Ugh. 

Now that I'm in remission I'm one step closer to a bone marrow transplant. In the coming weeks I'll be monitored closely to make sure I stay in remission. I'll also get more consolidation chemotherapy in early October - sooner if my labs warrant. And, if all goes well, transplant will happen in November.

Until then, "I press on toward the goal to win the prize ..." Philippians 3:14

Kicked in the teeth: a guest post from the Caregiver

Mike Moonis, the Caregiver (my Caregiver), is one awesome husband. Today, I offer a view from where he sits. You can follow him on Twitter here or Facebook here.

At the airport, headed to Mexico.

Sometimes caregivers get kicked in the teeth. 

As a caregiver, whether it’s some sort of cancer, Alzheimer’s, heart disease, or whatever, we try our best to make a difference in our love one’s life. Most of the time we succeed. We rub a sore muscle, we fetch a late night snack from the kitchen, or we lend a shoulder to cry on. We attend every doctor’s appointment and help remember that conversation we had just this morning. Successes, though minor in the big picture, successes none the least. 

This is not my first encounter as a caregiver to cancer. Fourteen years ago cancer picked a fight with me in the form of breast cancer with my wife, Lea. Like a rookie in the NFL, I was thrown into a world of learning the entire playbook the day after the draft. New terms, new teammates, new concepts, all focused on helping me help her. Together we studied the tendencies of our opponent, historical records that might shed some light on our own playbook that would form our attack on this disease. Surgery, chemo, radiation, we are winning. Then our opponent pulls out the trick play we never saw coming. Brain metastasis. A few months after that, BOOM, the game is lost. 

Recently, I sent my current wife, Patti, who has Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia (CML), on an all expense paid trip to Mexico that was gifted to her from a long-time friend. What a blessing for her to spend a whole week relaxing in a five star resort on the Mexican shore. We spoke many times and she FaceTimed us a few times. She looked and sounded GREAT. Long soaking bubble baths, resting on the balcony feeling the warm surf breezes, relaxing poolside with a bowl of ice-cream with sprinkles.  No complaints. 

Travel days were a little harder, but for the most part the trip was just what the doctor ordered. I was feeling pretty good that her quality of life was improving. The New Normal that we (she) have been dealing with since before her diagnosis seemed to be leveling out. I was very encouraged. On returning home, she was excited to tell the whole family about her experiences in Mexico and how much she missed us all. The second night home, I asked the question I always dread asking. … 

“How are you feeling, Honey?”

BOOM, reality hit me in the face!  It seemed the stresses of home had returned her to the New Normal we have become accustomed too. It was like getting kicked in the teeth. I could not help feeling like it was my fault that she was feeling as bad as she has felt over the last year and a half. It seemed to me and my pea-brain that while she was away, she felt better than she did when home. 

In no way do I blame her for this setback. She has the courage of David in the fight against this giant. I read more than a few comments on Facebook where patients are ready (or have already) to stop their medication, giving up on the playbook, because of their quality of life issues. I can’t begin to question their decision because I don’t really know their true story.  But I am grateful that Patti has the fortitude and the strength to continue fighting the fight. I have been blessed to be the caregiver of two strong women who love and trust God. And when I think of them and their fight, only one verse comes to mind.

I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14

 Now that’s a hell of a playbook! 

The Red Line

My crazy, awesome family having Thanksgiving dinner.

I've been on pins and needles over here for the last month. 

I've felt pretty good lately. Actually, I've felt just good enough that I have to remind myself to slow down. To take it easy. To remember, I do actually still have cancer.

Every three months my oncologist runs a test that measures how much of the Bad Protein (BCR-ABL) is present in my blood or bone marrow. And, depending on the level, it's a good indicator of how well the Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills are working.

Since June, my levels have started to creep up. And in September, the level actually crossed back over the Red Line.

This magic Red Line represents MMR or major molecular response. At the beginning of my treatment for CML, the goal was to be at or below the Red Line at my 1-year mark.

So, you can see why I've been nervous, waiting for the proverbial other shoe to fall. What would my oncologist do if my BCR-ABL didn't fall below the Red Line? Change my dosage (again)? Change my medication? Yuck.

I was worried for nothing. I'm so proud of this little graph. 

The drugs are working. Wow. One year later and I'm right where my doctor wanted me to be.

The Caregiver and I just kind of stared at each other. 

Disbelief, I guess. Thinking the other shoe was going to fall and actual surprise when it was my BCR-ABL level that fell. 

Then I jolted back to reality.

"This awesome result doesn't mean I'm supposed to feel awesome now, right? Because I don't."

He seemed to hold back a smirk.

But then, being the compassionate one, told me like it is.

"He said you've hit MMR. You still have leukemia."

You still have leukemia.

The words kind of hung in the air.

You still have leukemia.

"Now it's about managing your side effects and finding your 'New Normal.' You're still going to feel shitty sometimes. Now you just get to feel shitty while staying alive for longer ... a lot longer."

We laughed.  I can be kind of high maintenance. I know that comes as a shock to you all.

Below is my beautiful masterpiece entitled Red Line. Enjoy.

This graph represents the levels of the Bad Protein (BCR-ABL) detectable in my blood/bone marrow. At diagnosis (Oct. 2013) it was 73.37%. As you can see, it plummeted, then began to inch back up. I didn't expect to get the 0.025% reading.

Thriving though the holidays*

*with cancer
*or any horrible, painful, awful, life-sucking disease

I get it. You are the one that "makes the holidays happen." You are the one that plans the menu, goes to the store, buys the gifts, decorates the house, attempts the crafts, plans the class parties, coordinates the Christmas picture, orders the Christmas cards, mails the cards ...
And now, as Thanksgiving is around the bend, you find yourself dealing with the following holiday joy-killer:

Fear.

I'm talking Grim Reaper Fear.  Fear-is-a-four-letter-word Fear.  Sleep-with-the-lights-on Fear.
This is my second holiday season since I was diagnosed with CML (chronic myelogenous leukemia). But by the grace of God my disease is being managed with medication. My doctors tell me my life expectancy is well past 5 years - as long as I don't become resistant to the Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills I take twice a day. And, as long as there are no gene mutations of this awesome cancer.
So, to me, resistance and mutations are always just around the corner.  Hovering around like in-laws or guests you know could show up at your door any second. Awesome.
What if this is my last Thanksgiving?
What if this is your last Thanksgiving?

It could be, you know. You could load up the van and head home from the grocery store and end up in a ditch. Every day, people die from things other than cancer.
Pretend, just for a minute, that this is your last holiday season. That next year, your family will look back and remember THIS year because it was your last.
What will you regret spending time on?
Who will you regret not spending time with?

Fear will try to freeze you and keep you from experiencing the Right Now. Fear will snuggle up like a lover and but then tell you nothing is worth doing and to simply give up.

My amazing pastor, Stu Hodges,  at Waters Edge Church said this:

"I just want to give you permission today to lower the expectation of you and raise the expectation of God and watch and see what might happen this holiday season."

Not a mention of Fear. Sounds more like Faith, to me.
None of us are guaranteed next Christmas.
You are too sick to do the shopping?
It's too painful to decorate the tree?
You don't have the energy to prepare the meal?
Those things don't matter. Spend your time with the people you love.
The Right Now is not about the presents. It's about being present.

An itty bitty cut

I have CML.

I like to pretend I don't.  Which is silly, really. But it's the truth.
Some days, pretending I don't have cancer, blood cancer, pumping through me constantly and continually is the only way I can keep going.

Then something will happen and the CML monster will smack me in the face.
This time it was an itty bitty cut.
I don't even remember when or how it happened. It didn't bleed. There is no scab. There is no scar. But it must be there because it resulted in a nasty staph cellulitis infection in my inner forearm.
My inner forearm began to swell. Looked kind of like a bruise, really. My bracelets were suddenly tight. And it started to hurt to use my hand. Then it got very swollen. And red. And hot. And getting bigger. And hurt lots.

Hmm. That's odd, I remember thinking.
The Caregiver insisted we call the oncologist, which I knew was the right thing to do. I was so hoping it would simply go away. But, as I was reminded this week, I am immune suppressed. Things don't simply go away anymore.
One week and 28 hefty antibiotic doses later ... it's better. Not completely, but getting there.
So far, so good.
As long as I keep improving, it's a wait and see game. I'm praying the antibiotics did the trick. They interacted with my Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills something awful. Horrible nausea, dizzy, headache. Yuck.
It's surprising how something so small could have been the gateway to something that has been so painful and hard on my leukemic body.
We have to be ever mindful to stay guarded against the things (however itty bitty they seem) that can grow and eventually cause us so much pain.
Left untreated, they can swell and continue to try to destroy us.
Left untreated, they can ruin our very being.

Another one bites the dust

One of the great things about being a Grown Up is that there are moments, sometimes even entire spans of time, of great clarity.

This isn't one of them. 

Everything is confusing. 

Everything is a struggle.

Everything is an uphill battle. I'm walking in the proverbial snow. Barefoot.

I'm trying to do everything "right." 

Yet, I can't make sense of anything. 

Damn cancer. 

Little victories matter a great deal at this point. Anything I can measure that indicates progress is something to be celebrated. Savored.
So, today, I celebrate getting through another week of my Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills. Today, this giant falls face-first in the dust. 

Another week down, the rest of my life to go. 

The tutu

I haven't written in a few weeks. I haven't felt well. Usually, my New Normal is not that great anyway. But I can't even seem to reach my New Normal.
I felt bad enough (vomiting and dizzy) I actually called my oncologist.
"Yeah, he wants you to come in," the nurse on the phone said. I go in Monday.
I had planned to walk in the survivor lap for the York/Poquoson Relay for Life last week. I even made an orange tutu (like you see runners wearing sometimes) that I had planned to wear. It looks awesome.
But I didn't get to go. And it ticks me off.
And then I beat myself up because I think I sound ungrateful for all that I do have. My proverbial cup overflows. I realize this. I try to model a gracious and grateful attitude for our kids. I have been and continue to be blessed beyond belief.
But today, right now, I'm just ticked off.
Damn cancer.

So, I put on my orange tutu and took some pictures. My sister in Tennessee says I should wear it everywhere I go for, at least, a week. We'll see.

Patti in her tutu.

Go Team Patticakes.

Hit by a truck

Teased into believing I actually felt better, I had grand plans for the week.

Aside from the usuals, I added a mammogram and a gastroenterology appointment and a therapist appointment into the mix. 

So, when the Caregiver's glasses broke this morning, the stress sent me to the place of no return.

Stress paralyzes me.
I walk back into the house after getting little H on the bus and am flooded with stress. No matter what room I peer into, things are screaming at me. 

Fold me ... Basket of towels in the family room

Vacuum me ... Hall, foyer, steps, family room.

I'm smothering ... Dining room table, littered with papers and books and cords and cups.

Wipe me ... (Not that kind of wipe me) counters in the kitchen.

Get me some milk ... Fridge is screaming.

And my kids aren't even home.
All this yelling is from the things that can't even really speak.

Defeated, I head upstairs to my sanctuary. Haha, sanctuary. If your house if like mine everything that "doesn't have a home" ends up in the master bedroom. Some sanctuary. 

I'm going back to bed. 

This is the balancing act of my life with CML.

Things I want to do, things I used to do, I no longer have the energy for. As time goes on and as my body adjusts to the side effects of the Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills, I'm told I'll have more energy. I'm told I'll be able to do more. And I  believe it. Because I have been feeling good lately. So good that my schedule is filling up again and now I'm "doing too much."

My body yells at me, too. 

I start to run a low-grade fever. 

I start to ache more.

I start to get snarky (snarkier, I guess) with my family. Why are we the nastiest with the ones we love the most? I hate that. Hate that I do that. Someone very wise once told me, 

"Treat the ones you love the most as if they were strangers."  

Best advice I've ever gotten. One of the toughest things to practice.
So, I continue to plan my day. Continue to plan events - whether it's watching my daughter kick ass in varsity tennis or taking the van to get an oil change. And although I continue to plan, I must be ready to listen and hear what my body tells me. Because I do have cancer. I do have CML. And I may end up in bed. Even when I don't want to.

Lean on me

I was diagnosed with CML right before Light the Night.

At my 6-month mark, it was time for Relay for Life.

How fitting.

Having CML (chronic myelogenous leukemia) means I get tired easily and often. That makes participating in events and survivor walks difficult, at best. But, at both events, I was held up by amazing, giving, selfless friends and my dear family.
So, for your viewing pleasure, here are pictures from the Patticakes team at the Newport News Relay for Life.

Me, The Caregiver and 3 of our daughters walking the survivor lap.

The family (plus 1 boyfriend and missing 2 daughters still at college), some Relay SWAG and
my dear friend over at runningwithletters.blogspot.com, Cynthia.

Let me tell you about Charlotte and Suzy.
These 2 beautiful young ladies had a "bookmarks and baked goods" sale to raise money for the
Patticakes team. These amazing 5th graders raised more than $200.
That's their awesome mom and dad, Julie and Doug, in the bottom picture.

Amber and her husband Joe are 2 of the most giving, genuine people I've ever known.
Amber is also an amazing elementary school art teacher. The picture on the left is the luminary bag
she created especially for me. Notice the AU in the top corner, and the words "giant slayer" in the ribbon.
Love it! Love them!

The top, left picture is of Sarah and Jason and 2 of their cute kids.
They have stood with me since I was diagnosed.
On the right is the wonderful Ashley and Robert and below is their beautiful princess. She loves me.

I've leaned hard on these 3. Robin, top left, and Nate, top right, since my first Mike died.
Below is beautiful Pat.

Debi is a long-time cancer survivor and friend. The top picture is the back of her survivor shirt.
Bottom pictures are of her and me, walking the survivor lap and in front of the survivor ribbon.

Some shots of my beautiful family. They mean the world to me.

And finally, some luminaries.

6 month report

Every time this package comes I get sad. My Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills arrived again this week.

My Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary medicine.

I need to get used to it. I'll probably be taking them for the rest of my life. 

There are some clinical trials right now where CML patients who are doing amazing are being taken off their meds. It will be exciting to see what happens for them. Will the cancer come back? Will it mutate?  We don't know yet. 

What we do know is Tasigna, my Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills, WORKS. 

I got my 6-month labs back.

When I was diagnosed in October,  labs were drawn every week. My oncologist checked my counts - white blood cells, red blood cells, platelets, etc.
My counts reached normal values (values for people without leukemia) within 3 months. Great results. My medicine was working. And even though I didn't feel normal, my lab results said I was on my way.
Tasigna works by searching for a protein in my blood (a protein created by the blood cancer) and zaps it. Well, it's WAY more complicated than that. But that's how I can wrap my brain around how it works.
The American Cancer Society has a good scientific explanation of how Tasigna works.
At diagnosis, my oncologist measured how much of the BCR-ABL fusion gene is in my blood. It's measured again at 3 months, 6 months, 9 months, so on. The goal, my doctor said, was to reach a BCR-ABL value of 0.073 at the 1-year mark.
I'm at the 6-month mark and I'm already at 0.022.
I can't believe it!

Actually, I didn't believe it. I called my doctor's office to get it confirmed.
Boom! Just call me The Giant Slayer.
Everyone has giants they are fighting. Leukemia is but one of the giants I face. My pastor, Stu Hodges, at Waters Edge Church said Sunday we already have everything we need to fight the battle and win the war.
Focus on God, not the giants.
Max Lucado says it like this:

Focus on giants - you stumble.
Focus on God - your giants tumble. 

For now, I continue taking Tasigna, managing side effects, praising God and slaying giants.

Yep, I blew it ... again

Someone come get my Mommy card.

Today's Good Friday. The day's name puzzles me still. I get that it's good Christ died for me. Christ dying on the cross for me and YOU is crucial to what I believe. But calling the day Christ died good feels wrong. 

So, yes, it's Good Friday.
Or, from my corner, it's "I didn't mail the Easter care packages to our college girls yet and now it's officially too late." They aren't going to get a lovely, fun, yummy and full of goodies package from me.

It was the Caregiver's idea to write this on my wrists.

They weren't planning to come home for Easter. The 20-year-old is at Auburn University (War Eagle!) and will be in Atlanta with some sorority sisters. The 19-year-old is at Lynchburg College (it's a great day to be a Hornet!) and will be in D.C. with her roommate. 

I love it when all our kids are home. It happens rarely now. These two are so far out the proverbial door only their heels are still inside.

They will both have a nice Easter and a fun weekend. But since they aren't going to be home, I've been planning to send them each a box filled with chocolate bunnies, Peeps and peanut butter eggs. And other things college girls need. Toothpaste, shampoo, an ankle brace, pictures drawn by the littlest sister, etc.
Now it's too late. It's Good Friday. It's not going to happen. I haven't even bought anything.

Damn cancer.

Yes, I blame the cancer. CML (chronic myelogenous leukemia) has messed everything up. It's taken my energy, a lot of our money and my ability to think clearly (chemo brain is real). I can't do what I want to do and it pisses me off. I already ask for - and get - help from all angles. But making Easter packages for our college girls is something I wanted to do. It's important that I pick things out. That I pack the box. That I put my love into the box.
I thought I could get it done.
I was wrong.
And now I blew it. It's too late.
The girls? They'll be mad that I'm feeling badly about not sending their boxes. They'll tell me "it's OK" and "isn't what really matters."
It's not like they will be sitting alone in their dorm rocking in the corner because their mommy didn't send them an Easter package.
They are awesome and I love them.
They'll get their boxes ... eventually. But I'm bummed I didn't get it done for Easter.
Christ at the cross is all about forgiveness. Christ will always comfort and forgive when we ask.
Why can't I forgive myself?

A picture for Wordless Wednesday ... set for the day

CML survival kit

I'm glad there was no such thing as Facebook when I was in college.

Could you imagine a digital, permanent, documentation of just one of those events? It wasn't pretty. 

Oh, sure, there are a few photos hanging around in albums. But not very many. Developing film was expensive, you know.

Definitely one of the "perks" of going to high school and college in the 80s was the lack of the Internet and instant information.

But, today, the Internet and it's endless instant resources is the cornerstone of my CML (chronic myelogenous leukemia) survival kit - or my cancer hacks.

Facebook
There are many "closed" and "secret" support groups on Facebook. Being "closed" or "secret" means only people who are also members of the group can see what is posted on the group page. I can post to any of these groups and get an answer to a question or words of encouragement within minutes. One of the biggest topics in these groups is which medication everyone is on, what side effects they are having and how are they dealing with the side effects.
It's an instant support group, 24-hours a day.
A few of the groups I belong to:

CML survivors
friends by choice ... CML sisters by blood (women only)
brothers and sisters by CML blood
living with CML
CML survivors and caregivers

To locate these, or any other Facebook group, type a search term in the Facebook search bar. Try typing CML. When you see one you like ... maybe there is a group near where you live ... you'll need to click the Join Group button. You should get a response to your request within a day.

Are you part of a Facebook group? Which ones?

Game Day
As I was doing research on Tasigna, the Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills I take, I found out the company that makes my pills, Novartis, has some programs in place to help the CML patient and family. One is getting ready to launch this weekend - Ph+ CML Game Day: An educational program for patients living with Philadelphia chromosome-positive CML and their caregivers.
If you have CML, you and your caregiver should both plan to attend one. The Caregiver and I are hoping to go to the one in Charlotte, N.C., on Saturday, June 7, 2014.
These are one-day events held around the country with sessions focusing on coping and managing your life living with CML. Physicians and health care professionals are scheduled to be there as well as the Novartis/CML celeb and patient Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.
By going, you'll also have an opportunity to meet other CML survivors. It's a game changer.
To register, see the upcoming schedule and who is scheduled to speak go to www.CMLPatientSummit.com.
The first one is this Saturday, April 12, 2014, in New York.
Oh, and the events are FREE.

Are you planning to go? Which one?

The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society
LLS, The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, has a great website, www.lls.org, where you can find all sorts of disease-specific programs. They do an especially good job at caring for the caregiver.
Start by clicking the LLS link and then click the tab for Disease Information and Support. There you can select things such as Leukemia, Managing Your Cancer or For Caregivers.
You can request free educational materials by clicking here.
There is also a good discussion board network here. And online chats here.
LLS also has a Co-Pay Assistance program to help with the cost of medication and doctor visits. Find out if you qualify by clicking here.

Novartis Oncology

Novartis, makers of my Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills, also have patient assistant programs. You can learn more about what they offer by clicking here.

Cancer Hacks
Say what you will about Lance Armstrong, but the Livestrong Foundation, www.livestrong.org, absolutely ROCKS.
One of my favorites is Cancer Hacks, which is powered by Livestrong. Find it at www.cancerhacks.org. Basically, it's hacks (or tips) from other cancer survivors on things such as:

Researching your treatment options
Low blood count: Safe food suggestions
Home changes
Dealing with emotions

You can explore various hacks or even submit your own.

Livestrong also has an app on iTunes I use called the Livestrong Cancer Guide and Tracker App. You can track your doctor appointments, test results, journal, etc. Learn more here. Free on iTunes but you'll need to create a Livestrong account.
Or, you can get a print version of the Livestrong Guidebook Planner and Journal for free by clicking here.

Do you have a cancer hack of your own?

Here's where I need a disclosure statement. These are just a handful of the plethora of resources available online for cancer survivors and their families. I didn't even list the American Cancer Society. You can find them online by clicking here.
I'm sure I left out one of your "favorite" resources. Don't get mad ... share it ...

I get it now

I finally understand.
The Caregiver and I helped start a camp for grieving children, Mikey's Camp (named after a dog, not one of my Mikes). We believe it so crucial for kids who have experienced the death of a loved one. Every camp, we hear, "this is the first time I've been around other kids who actually get it." It's usually the first time kids meet other kids who have lived through the death of a parent or sibling.
A whole new world has opened up for them. A world where they don't hear,

"Yeah, I know how you feel, my dog died and I've been really sad."

Instead, they hear,

"My dad was sick and dying for weeks."

"My mom won't stop crying. Or get out of bed. Or stop wearing pajamas."

"I hate sleeping in the room with my dead brother's things."

Well, I get it now.
Novartis, the drug company that researches and makes my Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills, flew a group of CML (chronic myelogenous leukemia) survivors and their own caregivers to a two-day summit in New Jersey last weekend. I will update the details of the summit in a later post. But, it was a great experience.
The weekend began with a yummy lunch at a fancy hotel. The Caregiver and I were the first ones of the CMLers to arrive. Then, others started coming in and it began.

"Hey, I'm Patti."

Some of the CMLers and caregivers. New Jersey, March 2014.

"Hey, I'm F. This is R. You a 'blood sister'?"

I smiled.
And the room filled up. It filled up and I look around and realized they all have cancer, pumping through their veins. Just. Like. Me.
After introductions and we figured out who were the CMLers and who were the caregivers, the conversation quickly switched to finding out which drug everyone is taking and the side effects they are dealing with.
Wow. This was awesome.
Don't get me wrong. It's not awesome that all these other people - some as young as 30, some who still want to get pregnant and start a family, some who are years into their diagnosis - all have cancer. No. That's not awesome at all. That sucks.
What was awesome was that they all get it. They understood how I felt. They've been there. And there was a whole room full of people. Just. Like. Me.
That was awesome.
So, yes, I get it now. When the kids head to Mikey's Camp and meet other grief survivors and are so excited to meet the kids who are just like them, I thought I understood. My father died when I was 9. There were no grief camps in the 1970s. All my friends still had both their parents. But I know what it's like to be 9 and have your daddy die. Then when my First Mike died, I thought that I could, that I did, understand how our kids were feeling. And maybe, hopefully, I did OK. But that's not the same.
It's not the same as walking into a room and seeing it fill up with people who truly get it. People with hopes, dreams, kids, caregivers, pains, struggles. Just. Like. Me. That is amazing.

Fear and loathing from the back side of 40

Birthday flowers.

Today is my birthday. 

I say that not because I want songs, or presents or recognition (although I did get all these things today) but because there was a time I wasn't sure I'd actually be here for today.

I have been trying to discover my New Normal while living with a cancer diagnosis since October. 

I remember the doctor's declaration distinctly. 

"You have leukemia."

Wait, what? 

"Leukemia." 

That's cancer, right, of the blood? You can't be serious. Cancer killed my first husband and now you're telling me I have it, too? How am I ever going to tell my kids?

What went through my mind?
Fear. Fear of the unknown future. Fear that there won't BE a future.

My brain immediately starts spinning and spouting off worst-case scenarios.

I'm going to die (not anytime soon).

My hair will fall out (eh, it changed, got thinner).

I'll need a bone marrow transplant (nope, only if the Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills stop working).

They'll admit me to the hospital (nope).

I'm going to die (not anytime soon).

Thanksgiving came. I watched from the couch, huddled in blankets, suffering from the effects of the Super Dangerous but Absolutely Necessary chemotherapy pills as my children prepared all our traditional dishes. My mind slipping into thoughts of "What if this is my last Thanksgiving?"

Which quickly became "What if this is my last Christmas?"

And then "What if this is the last ..."

Looking back now I realize it was fear driving the bus. And here's what I figured out: If I let fear drive me around I will end up frozen. So frozen, in fact, that I'll be unable to experience what's happening right in front of me. I'll miss it. All of it. 

The thing is, if I focus on the "what if ..." I realized I will miss out on the Right Now.

So, with a little help from Isiah 41:10, I told fear to get on the bus and go. 

"Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. 

I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

My New Normal is going to take some getting used to. But I do know that I want to be a participant in this New Normal and not a spectator. Today I got to experience my first birthday since my diagnosis and it's been my best birthday yet.  It's been complete with flowers, friends, singing phone calls, a massage, baked goodies, chocolates, laughter, and the love of my amazing family. It won't be my last.