I met Mary Pat tonight for dinner - we became friends at the hospital - she had the radiation appointment after me and we've been meeting up now that we are finished with that part of our treatment. I texted her yesterday and said we could reschedule if she wanted (because of the storm.) She said "we beat cancer - a little rain can't stop us." I told her, come hell or high water, I would see her tonight. Pun intended. ;-)
Anyway, Mary Pat and I were talking about this and every few days I get an email or a phone call or something in the mail like this....
I was talking to someone a couple weeks ago and she invited me to the Pitt game this past week for a whole breast cancer thing and to go out on the field and be honored as a "survivor" at the game. I declined. I felt a little stupid, actually. I mean, what did I really survive - the diagnosis? The tests? The surgeries? The radiation? I haven't even started the next step - which I'm actually questioning if, in fact, it will kill me?!? I'm just not really sure when the "survivor" status actually kicks in. I mean I get it... I guess I'm just not ready to take on that title yet.
I haven't really been feeling well and my arm has been bothering me pretty bad... I'm a little worried about it again. I was trying to figure out what I could do to make it better. Nothing I do seems to help - including those BC exercises. I let the dog out the other day and I figured it out. I looked up on a shelf and saw all my and my mother's hula hoops... She was a hooper from way back! I saw a video awhile ago and it stuck with me. I totally want to be this girl when I grow up... You can watch the video by clicking here. I'm still going to shave under my arms though! ;-)