My pathologist is Dr. Stuart Marsh at Parkview Medical center, he has great news regarding the tumor, low grade with estrogen receptors, very high cure rate, Yea!! He said to add him to my already great support system.
It was so nice talking to Stuart, I am adding him to my classmates support system which includes Robbie Biggs (my dear friend Beth's hausband), Mark Pumphrey (my spiritual support), Karna Serfling, RN, Lary Knox (my dear friend Kathy's hausband).
The estrogen receptor news from Stu hit a cord with my super genious sis in law, who remarked that I hit the lottery as far as breast cancer is concerned. Thanks Lira, this means a lot :-)
Staying positive, EvaLou
And cheers to our angel, Della, who delivered the records today, so no one is going to be delaying appointments for the sake of waiting around for mail. - jamie
ReplyDeleteMom, I found your birthday card note from when you turned 60 while I was looking for my goals and objectives from last year :) Here it is:
ReplyDeleteMom, this is a big day! A milestone. I’m so proud that your heart is healthy, that your blood work is normal, that you take care of yourself. I’m so lucky for all the ways you take care of me. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.
Memory- getting locked in the closet together. What a laugh!
Memory- Mommy, mommy! The beans are burning!
Memory-that sweet apricot nectar you gave me every morning before swim practice. How on earth did you have the time? And then, staying up late with me doing homework. We both put in so many hours toward my high school success!
Memory- Me showing up to the E.R. your first day back at Parkview, with my face split open.
Memory- putting leaves all around the border of my cork bulletin board when it became fall, we lived in Greeley.
Memory- seeing Carter on T.V. and asking you if there was a good president when I was born. “No, he was a very bad man.” I was so crushed, I have no idea why.
Memory- my watchdog dress. (A red dress with tan colored bloodhounds, who all had watches, with green watch bands.)
Memory- painting wooden ornaments- the blue dog. “Can I paint the dog blue?” “Sure, paint it whatever color you want!”I still have that somewhere!
Memory- diving into a hoola hoop.
Memory-walking down the aisle at St. Anne, on my 15th birthday, shaking, leaning on you and dad, so full of nerves, adorned in a beautiful white gown with babie’s breath in my hair.
Memory-lying between you and dad on my king sized mattress in the middle of the living room floor at the Louisville house, an hour away from going to close on the sale. Sobbing, feeling weak, knowing I’d have to sit next to Sean and take the first step toward dissolving Joy’s family. Each of you holding my hand, telling me I could do it. You would help me do it.
I wish I had known you each of your sixty years. Thirty-eight years seem so few. Those born before me were lucky to have all of that time with you. But I’m first person you brought into the world. Your choice, your project, your only daughter. That makes me special in this world.
Feliz Cumpleanos, mama!
Love,
Jamie Michelle.