Saying goodbye to my garden in the fall means having a freezer full of frozen goodies to use throughout the winter. Unfortunately, it also means hours spent picking, chopping and preparing the produce so it will last.
I haven’t done a very good job of this in the past. I always thought I would use it fresh but then got busy and ending up throwing away a lot of it. That’s why I give so much away, at least that way someone else can use it. And although I did give a lot away this year, I’ve also figured out how to store it for use this winter.
Two days ago I had a port installed.
Let’s try this again. Two days ago I had a port installed. A Medi-Port or “port” is a small device that is inserted underneath the skin on your chest to make the infusion of chemotherapy drugs easier. At least, that’s what they keep telling me. I’m not completely convinced that’s going to be the case and in 4 more days I’ll find out.
Here’s how it goes – they insert the port under your skin on your chest, then they run a catheter up and over your collar bone and into your jugular vein. Ew right?
Ew, No I’m not talking about the word that refers to the female anatomy. And I’m not talking about Cancer either. I’m talking about Chaos.
Chaos is what happens when you have too many doctor’s appointments, too many explanations, too many nurses, phone numbers, pamphlets, resources, tests, more appointments, phone calls, lab work… agh!
So it turns out that, for me anyway, after the doctor said “you have cancer” the rest of the information just bounced off me. I’m assuming that’s what happened because none of it made it into my brain. Same thing happened when they told me I was going to need to be treated with chemotherapy.
So I came home with tons of paperwork, instructions, pamphlets, notes, etc. My table looked like this:
I started this blog to write about life, food, fitness and everything else that happens in between. But then, guess what? The in between took over and I got too busy for the blog!
But now life has thrown me a curve ball, a challenge if you will, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll have time for the blog again for a while.
Last Friday I received a phone call that has already and will continue to change my life forever. I got the news that my recently biopsied breast lump was indeed cancer. I really wasn’t ready for that news, of course, who ever is? I’d had a few benign lumps in the past and was hoping this was the case with this one.
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