Sunday, May 15, 2005

This is the deal....

I have cancer. Lung cancer. I was diagnosed 9 months ago. I have never smoked. I have been through 6 cycles of chemo, participated in a clinical study, am now on a new targeted therapy drug which has been proven most effective in persons such as myself (non-smoker, woman, young(ish) is Tarceva)

I've struggled, as you might expect, to move forward after the reeling sledge-hammer blow of the diagnosis. Today I feel well, have no symptoms, other than some fatigue, and if I climb stairs or carry something heavy or walk too far too fast, I get short of breath.

My daughter Jill gets married on June 11, and the biggest problem is which of the 2 dresses I bought I should wear.

Next weekend I am going to The Art of Healing Retreat, led by Dr. Bernie Siegel, MD and Ruth Vandenbosch in Connecticut.
It will focus on art and music and it's role in realing, as well as what can be revealed through art. I am kindly being flown by Angelflight from Lansing, MI to Connecticut and back. I will fly in a small plane for the first time, meet the author of the books that changed the way I perceive my illness, meet the wonderful woman who faciliates my online support group, and focus only on my healing and gathering tools to use in managing my life, both spiritually and practically.

Update on Therapet Group:

Newman admits he really wants to be Louis' friend, and he has been surprised at Louis' negativity about getting to know him.
Stewie has told us he wants to go outside more, so we let him sit in the front yard for an hour or two at at time. Since he was an adoption, we don't know his history, but he seems to be Outdoors Savvy. (yes, I know the dangers)
Louis is starting to relax a bit with the other cats, and after 3 months of living in the same house with them, he amazingly only raised his head and looked at Newman when Newman sniffed his foot while he was sleeping. No hissing or anything.
Jack needs more time with me, and wishes he could have more walks, but he's so big and so strong, and my strength just isn't there to do that. I think I've found a place to take him where he can swim, though, and need to do that one of these days.
Pogo is just Pogo. He's less interested in chasing the new kitties, and only does so if Ari does.
Ari is really enjoying being buddies with us. He hangs around me all day, and likes to nap in my room with my dogs.

(I borrowed those from Bernie...thanks, Bernie)

Lynne (wish I could change my blog name...can you do that?)


At 1:28 AM, Blogger Kid Sis said...

How is the retreat?

Hang in there Lynne...and pick the prettiest dress for your daughter's wedding, whichever one makes you feel like a queen!


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