Yesterday was a numbers day. It was a very long day of consultations, exams, and labs. Both the chemotherapy doctor as well as the radiology oncologist were very competent and assuring. My cancer is Stage I, 0 metastasis, 0 lymph node involvement. Cure, they threw out the "C" word is 85-90%, I will gratefully take those odds. All other labs reveal I am as fit as a fiddle - except for having cancer. Monday they will place a port for the chemo and after a week of healing we begin the treatments, once a week cisplatin and daily radiation therapy for five weeks. Five weeks, winter will be over, things will be blooming, I can do pretty much anything for five weeks. Or two pedicures and a hair appointment away and hopefully I will be through the worst of it. Speaking of hair...neither of my new BFFs think I will be loosing much of mine. This is probably a really good thing since I had decided to purchase a really "smokin hot" blond wig, one just like that super trashy Kim from the Atlanta Housewives wears. My logic is since I am no longer my old self - why not enjoy a new trashy self - but alas it is not meant to be. Roy really liked the idea, my mother-in-law was appalled and I did not actually share this little threat with my mother.
Since my diagnosis I have been ticking off all the tasks I've needed to accomplish, like cleaning the cabinets, organizing, painting things and even getting my car detailed. Yesterday while I was being doctored-up I dropped the ever reliable, sensible and very comfortable Avalon off to be detailed. When I returned late in the day to pick-up the car the detail shop was very busy and the staff was frantically trying to finish their remaining cars so I waited in the reception area with another woman of about my age who was on the phone clearly upset, seems her car was not cleaned well and she had returned it twice that day only to be disappointed again. We looked at each other and I said "rough day?" when she blurts out "yes and I can't wait here any longer I have cancer", I was really startled and gave a small awkward laugh and said yeah me too, I just found out. She then says really well I hope your prognosis is better than mine they have told me I have 6 months. I could only stammer out I'm so sorry, she then said what is your name and I told her, I asked for hers and she said Sabrina. Sabrina from Culpepper said she would pray for me, I told her I would pray for her as well.
I keep thinking about her, she looked so healthy and lovely - I mean really lovely. She had a little black sports car with a convertible roof. Today is chilly but sunny and I hope and pray Sabrina is tooling around in her little sports car which is finally clean enjoying herself, but most of all I hope she does well and I will include her in my prayers and if you read this I hope you will too.
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