‘Twas the Night Before Chemo

Chemo brain is a common term used by cancer survivors to describe thinking and memory problems that can occur after cancer treatment.Chemo brain can also be called chemo fog, chemotherapy-related cognitive impairment or cognitive dysfunction.

OH. MY. WORD. It's true and I have proof. Every morning when I walk into work I am greeted by two sweet employees in the finance department, who sit by the entrance door of my building. Yesterday I went down to let a delivery man in and I stopped to say hi to them. They asked me how I was doing and mentioned something that I didn't realize they knew. They then proceeded to to tell me that a few weeks ago, I told them my entire life story in detail—and I have NO recollection of the conversation. AT ALL! I was mortified, embarrassed and most of all SCARED. How could I not remember a thing? What else has been wiped from my memory? I did however, laugh...and they laughed right along with me. They must have made me feel pretty comfortable since I told them all about my struggles, cancer, surgery and more. N said, "Well you might not remember a thing—but we know you REALLY well now, lol!"

Round 3 and Christmas Eve chemo is tomorrow. I am not looking forward to it, but I am ready to get this over with. On the bright side, my friend L is going to take me. I am in awe of my friends. Friends that are willing to do things like sacrifice their Christmas Eve to sit in an infusion lab with me! My cup runneth over in the midst of this crap storm. Aside from the chemo brain, I am very blessed to have felt good for the past couple of weeks. I am praying that I power through this round too. I am loaded up on soup from my friends and Berna's amazing healing bone broth. If you are ever in Lakeland you MUST go meet her and eat at Cafe Zuppina. She's one of the sweetest ladies I know, and the food is like no other! Her bone broth is one of the only things I can stomach when the chemo side effects kick in. Tell her I sent you, there's so much goodness in this lovely little town.

On to fashion, yesterday I wore one of the pairs of Lululemon pants that they sent me to work. I may or may not have slept in them the night before. I threw on heels and a necklace to make it look a little less like pajamas. Ha! I have never been more comfortable at work.

I did however make a comeback today thanks to my friends at 5th and Hall. My eye was on this skirt as soon as I saw them post it on social media.  I am thrilled to have them adding to the fashion scene here in Lakeland.

Skirt: 5th and Hall (K&A, I miss your sweet store SO much, Shoes: Halogen, Top: Banana Republic, Necklace: Kate Spade

Tomorrow it's back to pajamas for chemo. Thank you all for your prayers and love. I want to wish you ALL a very Merry Christmas!

XO,
C

Crazy Cancer Adventures

"Life should not only be lived, it should be celebrated." -Osho

I covered a lot of ground this past weekend. I flew to Ft. Lauderdale and visited a ton of SOFLO friends and spent quality time with family too. I left with a full heart and some extra mojo to finish out the next two rounds of chemo. My sweet friend D picked me up from the airport, and I met her baby girl M for the very first time. Brunch at La Bonne Crepe on Las Olas was incredible! D is one of those friends that I can just pick up where I left off, no matter how much time has passed. I am so blessed to have her in my life and little miss M is just delicious. A trip highlight for sure.

Next stop, my cousin Milo's where we potted orchids and fed goats. Random...but fun-just like Milo.

I was then on to my friend K's house. She took me to the Riverside Hotel for the very first time for a cocktail before the Winter Fest Boat Parade. I had a blast hanging with Channel 7 and the news crew and then it was off to our friends' condo to watch the fun.

Some of the amazing boats! It was incredible to watch…and I had the best view, Thank you B& K!

This was 2015! Little E is in COLLEGE NOW!

Sunday was Milo and E day. So fun. We had an amazing brunch at Green Bar & Kitchen, followed by a trip to Marando Farms and then off to surf for the afternoon. 

Then this happened. A little choppy but we rode a few in. I'm two sessions away from being a professional. I've definitely got the look down. ;)

Sweet K, is Elena’s mom and has always loved me like family…and still does!

The grand finale was picking up E's sweet mom K from the airport. Sipping tea on her couch and catching up on our crazy lives that never slow down. I am so surrounded by love it overwhelms me.

To wrap up this busy post, here's a song that pretty much sums it up! Yes, this is living. <3

"Cat"astrophe

This morning was a "cat"astrophe. Literally.

People, you can NOT make this stuff up.

My outdoor cat Simon needed to be dropped off at the vet today and was not cooperating. He escaped after nearly clawing us...and ran out into the front yard. At the same time, my dog Bentley saw an opportunity to dart out of the partially cracked door.

Yours truly, was fashionably dressed in a silk robe, gold sparkle Uggs and bald head. Unfortunately for him, my neighbor G was headed out to his truck. I yelled to him to grab Bentley...he looked up at me with this hilarious look of shock, I almost died. He knows I have breast cancer, but I realized he hasn't seen me bald yet. Hahahahahaha. Talk about awkward. I don't think he made eye contact after the initial shock, but I did get my dog back.

Who knows, maybe it wasn't the bald head at all...maybe it was the robe/Ugg combo? Ha! Laughter is good medicine, and it started my Friday off right. I hope you all have a fantastic weekend. I myself am feeling good and headed out on a little adventure. Full debriefing and post to come next week. enjoy.

XO,

C

Dear Chemo,

Dear Chemo,

I don't want you, I don't like you and I want to break up immediately!

*Warning, if you are looking to be inspired, exit out. This is definitely not a feel good post. Hopefully I will be back to those in few days.

I went from feeling like this on Friday night:

We miss the Nordstrom Christmas Party in Tampa! BRING IT BACK!

to not being able to get out of bed on Saturday. I was still in bed all day today and it's Tuesday. I miss the outside, I miss sunshine, I miss people...and I am missing my friend's VIP restaurant opening party tonight. I won't even be able to go to my little boy's birthday party at the fun center, due to it being a germ factory.

I know I should be grateful for what is good in my life. I should be thankful that I am being kept alive and the cancer is being knocked out. I should be grateful that I only have 4 rounds total when some have dozens.

But I don't want any. more. chemo! 

I went from being 100% healthy to 100% sickly and I can't take it. Such a huge shock and lifestyle change. Everyone keeps reminding me that it's temporary, just a blip on the radar. Is it? Because mentally and emotionally...I don't know if I agree with that at all. I don't think this will ever be temporary for me.

I am on the go, all of the time. Sitting still just isn't my thing. But I haven't had a choice for four days now. I have had bone pain that is crippling, stomach cramps worse than labor pains, headaches and nausea. I feel like I have been run over by a truck. The girl who is always smiling, has not been able to stop crying. I don't want to fight anymore, I want it to stop. I want to go back to normal, back to work and back to my happy self. I want to be a real mom again, not one that just gets up when she can muster enough energy to make it to the kitchen. I want to tuck my babies in at night and read them stories. I can't even be near them if they have a sniffle.

What am I learning out of all of this? Patience possibly? How to be happy in the middle of a shit storm? I don't know. Maybe when it's over I will have some profound epiphany to share. But for now, I will share that this SUCKS, and I want it over with pronto.

I can't close this out complaining. I do want to thank my Fight Club for taking over when I can't fight. They have been praying, bringing me food that I feel like eating and cleaning out my refrigerator. The gifts keep on coming! Every day something good happens, it doesn't make me like this any more or say, "WOW I am so glad this happened to me because I never would have..." but the sweet spots overwhelm me, make me feel loved and keep me going on days like today when I want to say, I AM DONE!

XO,

C

Before and After

Me and my friend P!

Dedicating this post to you! XO

Before. I met P when I started my new job just a short five months ago. I have always believed that God sends us the right people at the right time, but this time I have proof. She has been there for me since the day I received my diagnosis. She has listened to me, encouraged me, witnessed me lose it–and she has helped me in so many ways. Tonight, she shaved her head with me. She even went first to make it less traumatic for me. I can't even begin to describe what her sacrifice and tribute means to me.

Bald Baddies!

After. Here we are in our after ROCKING it! It is just hair. But for me, it wasn't about the fear of how I would look. I know I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Now every time I look in the mirror, my bald head will remind me that I am fighting stupid cancer and I'm on stupid chemo. I can't eat after my kids, I worry about kissing them unless I have doused them with hand sanitizer or disinfectant spray. I'm not the homeroom mom anymore, I forget everything, I double book, I obsess about hand washing, I can't order certain foods at restaurants, I have a new normal...for now. There is nothing about any of this that is fun but even on the darkest of days, I have hope. I have friends like P, who love me and who are there for me exactly when and how I need them to be. They are there for me without me asking, and even when they don't know what to say. I wouldn't even know what to say to me. Seriously.

After, after. I still look like me, thanks to my amazing hair stylist Jen. I may have spent on a wig what I really wanted to spend on these Christian Louboutins–but I will wear the wig much more over the next few months...and the Louboutins will come AFTER I kick the crap out of this cancer. Something else to look forward to :) I've had some very dark days and I know there will be more to come. But every day there IS something to be grateful for. I am thankful for my healthy children, my mother being my right hand, my family, my friends like P, my supportive work family, my amazing doctors at Moffitt Cancer Center and my fight club members who have been delivering meals, cards, gifts and encouragement. That's the short list, there is so much more. Thank you, for allowing me to share my story and my heart. Three more to go...I can and will do this, even though I don't want to.

XO,

C

So Thankful

Family and Friends in their Cathy’s Fight Club shirts! :)

Just a few highlights of our day. This year we were down a couple of family members which was sad, but we gained a few friends to make up for it. More mashed potatoes please!

Happy Thanksgiving,

C