After the best chemo Saturday ever, I had the worst Sunday. For the first time, I started throwing up and feeling unbearably nauseous. This was new and completely frustrating. I spent most of the day Sunday curled into some version of fetal position just to ease my aching gut. Strangely, the thing that really seems to ease my symptoms is to eat. Taking the first bite of anything when you are nauseous is fabulously hard to do. The nausea lessened, but continued for most of the day on Monday. It seems to be a little better today.
Due to the nausea, I had to miss my Bible Study meeting on Monday morning. This was the first time I had to skip something I was committed to because I was just too sick and unable to go. So there I was sick, depressed and mad. I woke up Monday sicking out my lip and shaking my fist at God. This was actually the first time since I have had cancer that I have been truly mad at God. I was angry and really didn't want to get over it.
Right now I have to tell you that if you don't have one or two (or twenty) friends who will look you in the eye, tell you they are sorry for you, and then directly and immediately tell you to quit focusing on your own self and point your gaze back to God, you need to get some. Tomorrow you might need them. My women called, my women e-mailed. I bristled at it. I didn't really want to hear it. But, it went in. By Monday evening, I was no longer mad and shaking my fist. My heart was right and I was again in the position of feeling grateful to God for what He gives to me. I am assured that He has a purpose for everything in my life, even keeping me home on a Monday morning with a stomach ache.
This week my plan is to rest and heal (Yes, Mom I listened!). Mom has taken the boys home with her for the week. You should have seen the huge grins on their faces this morning as they headed for the airport. The only possible way to improve their trip would be if they could have packed the dog in their suitcase to go with them. I am certain that in the minds of my boys heaven is an exact replica of Mom and Dad's farm in Missouri.
Thanks for your words of encouragement and your prayers.
"I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time." Ecclesiastes 3:10-11
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I had to change the picture because all I do when I see the one below is admire my hair. In this picture you can really see how I was mistaken for a teenage boy in a store one day.
In Hawaii in May. Ben is checking out a lizard.
Snorkeling anyone?
This is our dog Pip. The cat and the lizard are not very photogenic.
We celebrate Andrew's 13th Birthday at a luau.
This is the story of our family's journey through breast cancer. Wondering why we think our life is wonderful? Read the very first post. Thanks for joining us. ____________________________________ cara.wittmaier@sbcglobal.net
I had to change the picture because all I do when I see the one below is admire my hair. In this picture you can really see how I was mistaken for a teenage boy in a store one day.
In Hawaii in May. Ben is checking out a lizard.
Snorkeling anyone?
This is our dog Pip. The cat and the lizard are not very photogenic.
We celebrate Andrew's 13th Birthday at a luau.
It's a Funny Thing About Cancer - Things That Make Us Laugh
- Your husband freaks out when you say that a back scratch might be better than sex...but have you ever had an itch you couldn't scratch for two months?
- Paul stated the other day that he felt "mentally disfigured". So true!
- The special mixture of creme to heal my radiation burns is provided to me in a lovely urine specimin cup.
- Your mom standing with her boob in the freezer: just another thing you don't see in public school!
- After I commented that I missed my brain, my friend responded, "I guess stupid people just don't know what they are missing."
- Informative diagrams on prescriptions that very clearly detail how to administer a suppository. And yes, you have to keep it in the fridge. Praise God, I never actually had to use that one!
- Hair grows back baby fine. Not funny, you say? It is when it is your leg hair and you don't notice it until it is 3/4 of an inch long!
- If you wear a stocking cap to bed, is it considered lingerie?
- Reassurance by a helpful cancer book that certain body hair (you know what I am talking about) usually grows back. Usually?!?
- My haircuts now involve stylist Paul and a beard trimmer.
- Texting when drugged up on Benedryl - definitely a don't!
- I need to choose my head scarf carefully to avoid unflattering comparasions to pirates and being mistaken for a teenage boy. The second one actually happened. Boy, was that lady embarassed.
- When your hair falls out, in the morning you look like you have wrestled with a cat.
- My armpits can now fit in anywhere. One is a hairless American model; the other one (with the scar) is a very hairy European style.
- My friend commenting that I have a beautiful set...of scars!
- The armless trash bag poncho Mom invented to wash my hair without getting the bandages wet. Very hot and afterward I always felt like ripping it open like the Incredible Hulk.
- "Open breast" surgery is not as scary as open heart surgery. - Andrew
- Everyone, men and women, staring at my boobs. Trust me, this is a very new thing for me.
- Uneven pit stains - The underarm where I had surgery no longer sweats. What a savings on deoderant.
- Paul saying, "You had better hurry up and go get ready. You still have hair (to fix) you know."
- Lymph fluid looks a lot like snot. Sorry that's gross! -- Andrew
- Ben gagging theatrically everytime he sees my incision
- If one bra doesn't hold 'em still, two will
- A return to humming every VBS song you know during doctor's appointments
- A breast MRI - lay down like superman, breasts flying free underneath, shoes on??
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