Good News, Good News….I am cancer free…..

I hate to post great news when a good friend is feeling low about her news……I’m just thrilled to finally have something good about my health. I’ve been quiet about my health issues lately, due to feeling like crapola, I am feeling much better (especially today). But I cannot hold my happiness in any longer.

I received my colonoscopy results, as well as had a mammogram with an immediate report today. Although there are things follow-up needs to be done on, I AM CANCER FREE¡!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I totally understand that the rest of my life is going to be follow-up and preventative care. I have learned I can live with that. My worries are gone for the moment, though. I am cancer-free………

Thanks to everyone for the prayers and support. Most o all,  thanks to the good Lord above. THANK YOU!!!!

Exercise with the ‘Rowdy Roosters’

I slept late, this morning and just started the day off slow! So, I had to reschedule an 11am appointment till 2pm.

I got mom to her exercise class late. She refuses to go unless I take her. Then I managed to go upstairs and do 2 miles on the recumbent bike. Apparently while the wives are in exercise class downstairs, all the senior husbands use the gym upstairs to exercise a bit themselves and watch the class through the windows. They are so cute, making comments about how the class is going. They also talk A LOT. Everyone has heard the saying about a room full of women being like a group of “clucking hens”! Well, I hate to tell you guys, but it can apply to you also. When it applies to men, do we use the term “Rowdy Roosters”?

It was so noisy in the gym I had to leave. Since the surgery, my head doesn’t handle a lot of chatter. I’ll have to hit the gym when the senior exercise is not in session. A peaceful workout for me, is essential. I’ll have to take my headphones next time, just in case…..

I did finally make my appointment. It feels great to have a slow start to the day workout

Time

******This is a re-blog. I felt it was appropriate to post it again, cuz that old dislike is the word ‘Time’ is coming out again. I have something go wrong and I feel like crap-ola. All the doctor’s office can say is give it time, they will come in. I truly do not like being in this position. One thing has changed since I wrote this, I have been reminded that I am not supposed to worry about things. I need to put it in God’s hands, he is in control. So much has gone on since 2009, I had kinda forgotten that huge fact. I am actually beginning to feel more at ease about my illness. I do not like getting worse, but I have to remember, I’m just getting closer to him. Honestly, being able to give a little of this worry up is wonderful! I’m loving the peace!*****************************************

I learned to hate that word several years ago. When you are healing after anything to do with the brain, everyone’s favorite thing to say is ” Time, just give it time.”. I do not know about anyone else, but both Barry and I can be a tad impatient. Time is a word impatient people can’t stand.

I have to admit that I enjoyed paying Barry back with a few time comments. You have to undestand my husband’s quirky sense of humor. I know he thouroughly enjoyed telling me “Give it time.”. He smiled and giggled a little too much after saying it. I turned it around and now use it on him just a little. I tried to hide my snickering.

Ok, well down to the news I need to share. My visit to neuro-oncologist was quite informative. He gave us more information than we have ever received from other doctors. He confirmed that I do have Cowden’s Syndrome. With my medical history, he doesn’t feel the blood test is neceessary. He is scheduling an MRI of the brain and a full body PET Scan. He says he hopes they are both negative, but to be prepared for the possibility. Said it could be as simple as the thyroid cancer not being totally removed or something else manifesting in the neurological symptoms that have been poppng up. Here we go again with that word, TIME! Barry and I are praying and giving it to God. If it’s meant to be……….