I think I have talked about this before, where almost every one of you has probably seen a movie or read a book describing a scene in a hospital waiting room. A mother is waiting for a daughter or granddaughter to get out of surgery for breast cancer. The mother always remarks, "Why couldn't it have been ME instead of her?" Well, with me getting it, I was hoping that I would be the one destined to get it, so that my daughter and granddaughters would be by-passed. I hope it stays that way.
With Jenna's permission, I am letting you know that she had quite the scare last week. She went to the doctor for her usual check and a lump was found in her breast. . Her doctor sent her to get an ultra-sound. The tech (Kathy Larson) happened to be the same one I had in November. She grew up next door to us, and I babysat her when she was little, and when she got older, she babysat with my kids!
Anyhoo, the good news is that it turned out to be a cyst filled with fluid. She also has some more that are in a cluster, but are not the cancerous type. I have had three previous surgeries over the years which just turned out to be benign cysts, but now that we have a family history of cancer, Jenna is going to be extra careful about staying alert for any thing out of the ordinary. She was pretty matter-of-fact about the possibility of having breast cancer and said she would have dealt with it, if it had been true. I can't even imagine how tough that would have been, considering she works full time, plus takes care of Alec and has him doing extra curricular stuff like bowling and swimming. It's easier when it's someone older like me, who doesn't have to go to work and has the time to get lots of proper rest. A while back, I had talked to granddaughter Cate's flute teacher, who had had breast cancer years ago when her kids were ages 4 years and 3 months, plus working full-time. How does one do that? I have every confidence that Jenna would have come through with flying colors, but I am sure as hell glad that she doesn't have to go that route.
I was a little worried that, just as our blog is winding down with my situation, we might have to fire it up again to follow Jenna's ordeal. I am soooo grateful that this won't be necessary. Right? So, NO breast cancer blog sequel. However, I may find it hard to eventually stop writing since it has gotten to be a habit. Lately I haven't been able to chat every day because of life's busy events happening right now, but it's nice to go here and blat about everyday stuff and keep track of family and friends.
Yesterday sister Judy, Alec, and I took Dad to visit a wonderful nursing home. It was absolutely fascinating and Dad loved the atmosphere in the building. Alec kept sneaking off to visit the big bird in his cage. He seemed to think it was pretty neat. Down one hallway, there is the rear end of a shiny red Ford pickup sticking out of the wall. Then down the main huge walkway, there are little store fronts - ie: General Store, Post Office, Pet Shoppe, Fire Station, all decorated with antiques and reproductions. It feels like you are walking down Main Street of an old-time small town. Everything was so colorful and friendly, and they have the neatest Soda Shoppe (looks like the real thing) with a soft-serve ice cream machine for a special treat whenever. The rooms are just wonderful - not like your usual nursing home. This is something we are checking into, and it was so nice that Dad wasn't frightened by it and seemed to enjoy talking to a retired farmer that lives there. Finally, someone who has something in common with him! Actually, it sounds like there are several retired farmers there, so that would be perfect for him. Also, lots of lovely ladies his age. Why not? You never get too old for friendship or love.
Considering how things COULD have turned out this week for my Jen and Dad, I would say that right this minute "It is all good".
GOD BLESS YOU ALL