Friday, October 22, 2010

October 22, 2010

Well, its official, this round of chemo KICKED MY BUTT! I apologize for not updating my blog sooner, but I've been in bed with the barfies all week. I feel like I am slowly approaching the "land of the living" again, and I am hoping that I will feel well enough tomorrow to go support "Team Tasha" at the American Cancer Society Breast Cancer walk tomorrow morning!! We got our shirts in, and I have to say, my son looks quite stunning in his "save second base" t-shirt! :o) If you ask him what it is, he tells you its his "oobie" shirt...ohh the proud moments of a parent, lol! On another exciting note (I've got to focus on these to keep the barfie bug away), my friends in Springfield are having their "Boobies and Beer" fundraising event tonight and I'm super excited to see the pictures and video! I've said it before, and I'll say it again...I really do have the greatest support system anyone could ask for.
I've got one more round of chemo left (of this cycle) and then its onto my surgery, then radiation, then possibly more chemo. If I've ever wanted a miracle, its that I do NOT have to do another cycle of chemo. I have mentally prepared myself for the surgery, and I think I can handle the radiation, but the chemo I am definitely not looking forward to repeating. Which brings me to a funny story...yes, you heard me right, its funny story time! :o)
So my doctor is on vacation this week (traveling with her family in France...rough life) and so I had the pleasure of meeting with Dr. Stinky for my Monday chemo treatment. No, that's not his real name, but I can't remember what it actually is and since I *DO* remember the really bad old-man smell he brought with him into the room, that's what I've lovingly named him. So anyway, Dr. Stinky walks in and immediately asks, "so how are we doing today?" in his bright, cheery voice. Really?! I'm hooked to a machine with big gynormous needles sticking out of me, about to spend the next week sick as a dog and you are really asking me this question?! I politely respond that I am doing well. He then proceeds to ask me some standard medical questions, bla, bla, boring, boring, and then right out of left field he puts his hand on me and in his very serious tone he asks, "so who is your best friend through all of this?" HUH??? My mind immediately goes blank...what in the world is he asking me?! Do I say my husband? Do I say my mom? What an odd question! I immediately turn to my mom to help me, because mothers are supposed to be there for their daughters in uncomfortable times like this, right?! WRONG! My mother is averting her eyes, looking at everything but me or Dr. Stinky because she doesn't know the answer either! So after what seems to be a lifetime of awkward silence, I turn to him and say, "sorry, is this a trick question?". He says, "No. It's not a trick question. The answer is the chemo. The chemo is your best friend." I immediately tell him that if his idea of a "best friend" is someone who makes you want to shove your head in a toilet then, yes, the chemo is my best friend!

Really?! How weird IS that?! I sometimes wonder if things like this happen to everyone else or if it's really just me.


  1. Ok, so I'm trying to comment as I focus on the screen thru my water-filled eyes. You made me laugh out loud so hard my eyes were watering. You tell the most amazing stories (but I already knew that)!

    So just think, you have a new friend in all of this. . . Mr Chemo. I have to say, I'm glad he'll be going away (hopefully forever) because I'm a bit jealous LOL! Ok, so not really because I know he could never replace me.

    I glad your feeling better and appreciate your blog.

    Love you girl!


  2. Hi Tasha...I'm a friend of your grandparents. They are very special people, too. I agree with Nikki, laughing out loud at your ''best friend" story. What a bedside manner.

    Glad to hear you're feeling better. Did you get down to cheer on "Team Tasha"?

    Carol Larson

  3. Best friend chemo? Hmm. Hope your regular doc is back for the FINAL round! Woo Hoo!

    Love ya,

  4. So is this was is meant by needing a friend to give you a stiff kick in the butt. Not sure we would find giving you the barfies in the dictionary under FRIEND. That man needs some help. You might suggest he make a trip to the psychiatric ward for his weekly check up. There has to be one in town.

    So excited to hear all the stories of fund raising events. Sounds like you have wonderful support. You are a champ. Don't they say that 90% of winning any battle is mind set. Girl you have an outstanding one and we all love the humor as well. Isn't laughter a great healer?

    Love you girl! Chip and I are surrounding you in prayer and you head to your last (and hopefully) final visit with your "friend".

    Your FRIEND at Randall Emily :)

  5. I think Dr Stinky needs a friend.... :) I love your stories! Hang in there you are inspiration as you go through this with your positive attitude! Bobbi