Well, today it was my manicurist

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I didn't exactly make her cry, but I did shock the hell out of her.  I have to remember that not everyone has my sense of humor or whatnot, to take my “drop the mic” attitude in saying that I have cancer.  When I told her to please not cut my cuticles and make sure that everything was extra clean, she asked if I was OK.  My response was just this, “oh yeah, I have cancer now.”  Um WHAT? They could have gone off in Vietnamese but no, her eyes just were like WTF.  Kinda like you when you probably found out.

The point is that I think I need to remember that just because I am OK with my cancer diagnosis, not everyone will take the news as calmly.  It's not like she started bawling or anything, but it does take a minute to digest this information.  It isn't the same as hearing that I am moving neighborhoods or schools.  Once we did, she pushed back my cuticles nicely and told me that we shouldn't be cutting them anyway because it makes them look ragged in a few days.  So it took me getting fucking cancer to know that I shouldn't have my cuticles cut?  No one could tell me this otherwise?

Otherwise today is just a day, a good day I suppose.  I am very tired today, but not for reasons related to the cancer.  No, actually it is probably that but whatever.  I took the little one to MyGym this morning, he sat there like a lump.  I am so glad that we sat in traffic for him to sit and smile.  At least he got out of the house today.  My poor little house baby.

After school I took Ash to Rite Aid.  It could be his Disneyland.  The mecca opened up when I asked him he wanted some ice cream.  The child has officially been entered into the Thrifty ice cream club, that shit is good.  We could have had a better choice in flavor, but you all know how much I enjoy hearing him say “Bearday.”  His flavor of choice was Birthday Cake.

Oh and he got a new car.  I have cancer, so you get mad at me for spoiling my kid.


I made a grown man cry today

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Yes, this is true- although there were no actual tears shed. And no, I wasn't mean if you are wondering.  I took Dylan for his 9 month check and saw our pediatrician.  He had found out about the cancer and was just as flabbergasted as everyone else.  I should add that we have a very good relationship, he dealt with me day and night when Asher was a baby.  I was a little nuts as a first time mom.  From then on, we solidified a fantastic relationship.  He still thinks I am insane.

So once again I had to dredge up the subject of cancer, which I don't really mind at this point.  It's more the repeating of the story.  I think I will just refer everyone to the first entry here, it's what my mom does.  What was very interesting, is what he said to me.  “It's happening too much.” He's right, Breast Cancer is happening too often in people under 40.  That's not the interesting part though.  He said that he sees more women diagnosed with Breast Cancer than children with AUTISM!  People are worried about the drugs that are causing Autism, but what about Breast Cancers and others?  Coming from a physician, that really blew my mind.  I don't know the stats and I am not here to sway you to believe what I believe, but I'll be blunt.  This is some fucked up shit right there.

Anyway, Dylan is fine.  He is massive and like 80th percentile in weight.  Asher has never seen more than 50 percentile in his life so the Jewish mother in me is kvelling.  I gave him extra potato with dinner.

On a completely unrelated note, I received a call this morning from a friend who I see every now and then around the Valley.  We have known each other since high school or college and have a billion friends in common.  She is really the first person to actually pick up the phone and call me instead of texting or messaging me.  Of course I cried like a baby listening to her message, and I promise I will call you tomorrow! She told me that she called her OB to make an appointment for a mammogram.  She is under 40- and we all know that the age required is 40 (ridiculous).  That made me so happy that I cried even more.

The entire reason I wanted to write this blog and document my experience was to save a life.  Even if it is one person or 20 who get a mammogram, I have done my work.  It's all about early detection and I thank you for being so proactive.  I urge you to please make an appointment or call to speak to your doctor.  It will probably cost you because insurance sucks but you can skip a latte or pressed juice for a few weeks.  Saving that cash could save your life.  


I gotta say today was a good day

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I hope that you sung the title of this blog to the tune of Ice Cube's song.  No there was no need for an AK, but I gotta say it was a good day.

This was a great weekend, probably one of the best in a really long time even before the cancer.  It was just GOOD.  The weather was great although I could have used a few more degrees of warmth. Since I can't be in the sun, fuck it.  We just really enjoyed our house, the backyard and the holiday.  Oh, and I had coffee for the first time in 15 days!  I couldn't taste it but it was fab.

As previously mentioned, we were invited to a BBQ this weekend and we graciously attended.  I of course had to be the typical asshole and ask if it was a cancer invite.  Being that these people were awesome, of course they said “DUH.”  My kind of demented folks.  It was really nice to be around people and just BE.  There was no focus on me, the cancer, my boobs, or how I discovered my lump bullshit.  It was about the company, the great food, the kids and more importantly new friendships.  I left last night feeling such gratitude that we have met such amazing people since having children and even more so since joining Asher's school.  We lucked out in that department!  I found people who are as demented as we are!

Today is Memorial Day, and we had my parents and sister over for an early BBQ (Auntie came with gifts for Asher, don't worry).  Asher wanted daddy to make ribs and just can't get behind my dad not eating them, it's hilarious (it's a kosher thing).  The kids played in the little pool splashing like animals, and then Dylan napped for 2 hours.  It doesn't really get better than that, but it did.  It was just nice to be around family and enjoy being outside for the entire day.  I guess it took having cancer to realize that every day is a blessing, and to enjoy the next 10 days before I feel like absolute shit for another 9.  It's a lovely little cycle I signed up for right?

The evening ended with a major dance party DJ'd by Zack and danced to by Asher.  He has always been our little dancer, and tonight was no exception.  It is moments like this that just make every moment count and memorable.  Yes, we got video that will play at his Bar Mitzvah.

The best and most amazing part though, was Zack's choice of final song.  “Good Day,” by Nappy Roots.  This is one of Asher's favorites!  Yes I know it is not about what I want it to be about, but it was the most perfect song for the moment.  

It was a good day, and ain't nobody gotta cry today, cause ain't nobody gonna die today.  Save that drama for another day……Hey we're gonna have a good day!

Here's to another week, make it count!


I'm back baby

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I feel like ME!  I woke up after an 8 hour nights rest, feeling like Jessie.  Wow, it was a welcome surprise. I feel refreshed and ready to take on Sunday.  I mean it's Sunday, not like I am going to battle or anything.

It has been 10 days since treatment, I can't believe it's that long already.   I basically had every single side effect that was expected minus the bone pain from the Neulasta shot, and that's good news.  If you want to know the side effects, Google them because I am so not writing them here.  We are friends, but not that close.
This weekend is Memorial Day, a big kick off to summer!  In the past, we have had lovely BBQ's and gone to people's houses.  Guess what, we are doing that this time too!  Cancer isn't going to stop me from having a good time, and being social is a good thing.  I am very looking forward to getting out of the house today and socializing with kids and adults alike.  So its not like the Memorial Day's we remember in Vegas, getting all drunk and shit, but it is a good ole family time and I'll take it!
Tomorrow we will have my family over and Asher will get to spend time with my parents and Auntie- she better bring him a gift or she's persona non grata to him.  Someone started a bad habit.  I am looking forward to that as well, even cleaning up after a messy day.  
I will be back in the chair in a few weeks, but for the next 11 days until treatment I will live, breathe and eat in the moment!


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I spell it that way because I am kind of in a daze.  I almost feel back to myself but not quite there yet. It's like when you wake up from an awesome dream but aren't quite awake yet and don't want to surface.  Except this ain't no dream honey.

Current Saturday status is this: Asher is building a LEGO restaurant and having a “bearday party” as he calls it.  That's his word for Birthday.  Zack and Dylan are out doing an errand which results in getting us bagels.  See, when you have cancer you can eat carbs.  Again, silver lining folks.

I tell you about my plans for the day because it fills me with so much pride to see my big boy developing and turning into a full blown human right before my eyes.  He might only be 3.5 years old (don't you dare say he will be 4, the world ends), but in my eyes he's growing by the minute, and I want to slow time down.  Or stop it.  But I cannot stop time, I am not Evie from “Out of this World.” Sidenote- how amazing was that show?  Her dad lived in a glass pyramid!

In a swisty (remember sick and twisty my word) way, I am very thankful that the cancer was found when it was, when my children were as small as they are.  Yes there will be a few things here and there that I will miss out on, but it's not the big stuff in life.  I will be at their graduations, even from nursery school and then college!  I will be at most soccer classes, I will watch Dylan learn to walk.  I will be able to be at these things, just some days I might not be fully there.

So while I will “be” here and “see” things, it makes me feel so much better that THEY won't realize what was going on.  In a few years time, when I am healed and look like a 21 year old pinup, time will have moved on and we will too.  I'll be back on the PTA, back on the soccer field- probably wishing I was someplace else haha.

The point is that I am living in the now, enjoying the messes that Asher makes with his LEGOS, enjoying feeding Dylan his bottles and an all you can eat buffet for his meals, and just watching them interact like brothers.  There is nothing more heartwarming for me, than to watch these two beautiful souls that we created form a bond of brotherhood.   So even if I am on the sidelines for a week at a time over the next few months, I know that they will be OK.  And so will I.

Have a great holiday weekend.


It's a funny thing

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It's a funny thing when you reveal that you have cancer.  Not that the cancer is funny schmuck, but the things that happen.  I have told you how thankful I am for all of the well wishes that you have sent to me and I really am.  I am so grateful for that, please don't get me wrong and don't you dare stop them from coming!

What is funny though, are the people who you hear from.  And the people you don't.  I don't expect to hear from everyone I know, because that would ask a lot and make me super selfish.  But it does make you think about who your true friends are.  There were a few surprises there I will be honest, but I got bigger cancer to kill than stress this.

To make you laugh, a couple of weeks ago my all important Instagram feed started to get fewer likes. I was like, huh are my kids ugly now? And then you put up a pic after announcing cancer and BAM- back to a lot of likes.  I tried to explain to my mom, she doesn't get it.  I was like mom!  It's cancer likes!  Do they like my pic because of the “news?” Nah, probably bc I am in the forefront of your mind and yea my kid is cute. Now you have to like all my pics, suckers.

Back to the friends, it is times like these who you really realize who's got your back- or boobs.  From childhood, college, and now mommy friends I can say I am BLESSED.  These women are just as bad ass as me and won't leave me alone in a good way! I've got offers to drive Asher to school, take my kids from me (might not want them back), food showing up at my door!  Geez, you all make a girl feel special.

I was ultimately touched hearing from a few college friends who sent over food.  We haven't been in touch in years except stalking Facebook.  To hear from them just made my day, the pizza wasn't bad either! But yes, some people just don't know how to handle information like this or don't want to crowd.  I am sure some are just plain selfish or assholes.  That's ok too.  I am not the center of the world, I am not god.  I am just blessed and fortunate to have a few good friends who are there for me.  And I love them so much.

Food update, I ate oatmeal this morning!  It was disgusting but I ate it.


Today was a day

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Today wasn't good, today wasn't bad.  It was just a day.  I'll take it.  I had to go to my oncologist for a week check in.  My oncologist, how prestigious does that sound?  No just sounds weird to me!

I had a 10:30 appointment with Paige, the amazing Nurse Practitioner over at Tower.  Apparently I am very lucky that I get to work with her, and I admit she's amazing!!! We will be besties by the time this is over.  Hi Paige!

The point of today was just to see how I was doing 1 week post treatment.  I can't believe it has been 7 days already! Every day is a little better, thank god.  The good news is that I am textbook in my reactions, the bad news is well…you know.  Cancer.  But seriously, they were very happy how I took to treatment and should expect the same effects for the next 5 rounds.  That makes it less stressful to know exactly how I will feel.

Apparently there are A LOT of side effects from chemo that one would never expect.  Like my tongue feeling like I burnt it on hot coffee.  I haven't had coffee in a week.  I miss coffee.  I can drink it, but so don't want to.  I have zits, I can't sleep, the list goes on.  The worst is that I can't really eat.  For those of you that really know me, you know that food is basically my life aside from my family.  If push came to shove, I might save a sandwich before my dog.  This eating thing is freaking me out!  I can't eat!  I want food!  Food is so revolting to me that I seriously get anxious about it.  I mean I get anxious about food without cancer, so imagine what a big deal this is to me!!!

If you have been pregnant, the only way to explain is that first few months when you look at food and want to throw up.  Kinda like when you look at your husband during labor and saying fuck you for doing this to me.  Same feeling.  I am so mad at food!  Guess what I was able to eat today, French Fries.  Of course, right? So that's my new fight, with food.  I want greasy food, no can do because lord knows what will happen.  So here I am stuck in the land of cheese and carbs.  I should be French.

Don't be too worried about me, I will eat, I will overcome.  I always do.  This might be a bigger struggle, but I got this.  Ugh, nothing sounds good!

OK, perhaps its a mac and cheese night.  Now that sounds good!


Taking it all for granted

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This morning I am feeling a bit sad.  I am entitled to that, I have cancer.  It has only been a mere 3.5 weeks since the shit hit the fan really.  In all honesty, I haven't even processed what is going on.  I have been on overdrive going from one appointment to the next, scans here, scans there and then chemo.  I haven't had it all settle. I haven't really wanted to.  Because that makes it real.  I don't want it to be real.  I want this to be a bad dream and I will wake up and say, PHEW JUST A DREAM.  It's not a dream.  It's my reality, albeit temporary, it's hard to see that.  

The title of the post is one that's hitting home for me today.  I just want to do normal stuff.  I want to be the mommy that I was a month ago and run around like a nutbag with Asher, and lay around with Dylan while he throws up on me (classy).  But I can't.  I can't because now I have a port in my arm that really fucking hurts.  I wanted to go to MyGym with D this morning alone, but I can't.  I can't do much alone right now and aside from scaring me, it's pissing me off.  I have been independent since I was a kid.  I like to do things myself, I like to be ALONE.  Now I can't.  Its temporary, but I hate it.  Don't get me wrong, I love the company, but a little too much of people makes me nuts.  Hence, loner status.  I think my husband thinks I am weird when I just want to sit alone and do nothing.  He's not like that.  
While driving to school this morning, or even watching tv, looking on Facebook, I see happy people.  I feel like I took that for granted.  Living.  I see people all carefree and having a great time, whether its getting coffee or waiting in line for a prescription.  I guess I can't really explain it, but before I just existed.  Now I want to live.  Yea I might think secretly why didn't they get sick, but I know it doesn't work like that.  I don't want to take it for granted anymore.  I want to appreciate the moment and live it.  
So today I am attempting to go into the real world, with HELP.  Dylan is literally the epitome of a house baby at this point, so the kid could use some interaction.  He thinks Stewie the dog is a kid.  I've decided Dylan is so well behaved at a restaurant because he thinks it's an alternate universe and it's temporary.  He doesn't get out often.  Cancer or not, he's loved but is a second kid.  Can I get an Amen?  
Off I go, I hear the car pulling up now.  My chariot awaits.

Port day, Port day, happy happy port day!

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I think I'm demented.  Along with the cancer I am certifiably insane.  But this we knew already, yes? I say I am demented because who makes a song into a title for a blog….about a PORT?

Back to the point.  Today I got my port put into my arm.  Yea, they don't tell you that it will hurt like a motherfucker after the lidocaine wears off.  Im talking little bees stinging my incision, over and over again.  The reason for the port in my arm is simple- they don't want these toxic chemicals killing my veins every single time I get an infusion.  That means that for the next 5 chemo and the remaining herceptin, I will have a lovely little port that they can literally prick and inject me.  Cool huh?  No.  Not cool because I still have fucking cancer.  Breast Cancer.  CANCER.  FUCK YOU CANCER.  Get it?  Got it?  Good.

Excuse me while I have a pity party…. WHY ME WHY ME WHY ME?  I WAS THE GOODY TWO SHOES (KINDA), I NEVER DID DRUGS (LOOKING BACK, SHOULD HAVE), I NEVER EVEN LIKED DRINKING (UNTIL I MET THE LAHAINA LEMONADE AT THE FOUR SEASONS MAUI)! I DIDN'T STAY OUT TOO LATE, I NEVER LIED TO MY PARENTS…. OK so now I'm lying but you get the point.  Why do bad things happen to good people?  I am a good person!  Fuck cancer.  That's all I have to say.

Ok back to my port.  So its there in my right arm, not in my chest as they would normally do a port.  I'll spare the details, but it has to do with where the cancer is, the surgery blah blah.  Doesn't matter except that its PURPLE!  Yep, being I have the cancer of the color I hate (pink), its so nice to have something purple (again twisted).  So along with my port, I get a fancy new card in the chance I beep going through a metal detector.  Because you know, I plan on galavanting to the Greek Islands and St. Tropez this summer.  I am SO glad that I schlepped the kids through LAX to get our global entry.  Thanks cancer, now I can't go to New York! Fucker.

Again I find myself blabbering, but I like you and you're here so you're basically forced to listen to me.  Should I go on and on about the HELL that is Cedars Sinai and its parking?  Did the spawn of the devil create that campus and make you want to lose your mind while trying to find P4 for the South Tower?  Assholes I tell you, assholes.

Enough for now, thanks for reading.  Again I want to thank you for your kind words, not about the cancer but about my writing!  You know how to make a girl feel gooooood.


So they say I skated by

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All I can think of when I think about chemotherapy, is Susan Sarandon in “Stepmom.” Remember the scene when she tried to carry the laundry up the stairs and fell from exhaustion? For some reason that scene kept playing in my head when I found out I needed to have chemo.  Apparently I have gotten lucky because I haven't passed out or even thrown up from my medication.  Insert my praise for Zofran!  But the fatigue is another ball game.  I like my naps, but constant naps are even too much for this chickadee.

It is only 3:20p and I have already napped more than Dylan.  Winning.

I don't think I have told you about my medicines yet.  I am on a very common regime for Breast Cancer.  Honestly, it fucking sucks that there are so many people out there that need to be treated for this stupid fucked up cancer.  But here we go, I feel like being intellectual today with y'all.

As I mentioned, over the next 18 weeks I get 6 rounds of chemotherapy.  Funny enough (OK not funny at all), I will continue with one medication for another 8 months.  My cocktail is called TCHP. Lets break it down…


Knock your socks off and google them, I am too tired to write about it.

I have started and stopped this blog too many times today.  I am going to say bye for now because I am just too tired to continue and I have nothing else to say- could I be more blunt.  In all honestly, a cute little monkey named Asher climbed into my bed to tell me that it will be “OK MOMMY.” With that I think I'll just watch “Bob the Builder” and snuggle.  Perfection for a minute…