Hi! Welcome to my personal, self-pity, sob-story journal about my diagonisis of melanoma. Please excuse, any harsh or unapproved frustration. I am a cancer patient. Eventually, I will get my sanity back.
I am 25 years old. I am a wife, a mother of two, and a daughter. I HAVE MELANOMA. This blog is about my personal endurance race through this disease.
I am 25 years old. I am a wife, a mother of two, and a daughter. I HAVE MELANOMA. This blog is about my personal endurance race through this disease.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Summertime
Summer is always a great time to enjoy. So many activities to do to pass the time. Picnics, weddings, cookouts, beach parties, birthdays, four wheeling, swimming, and outdoor play are things just to name a few.
With this in mind, I have been enjoying my summer with a tube coming out of my leg. I have so many things I want to do but can't because of this lovely drainage. Luckily, it coming down. For the past three days, I have averaged less than 200 cc per day. I just need to go down to 30 cc a day to get it out of me. I guess I need to settle on the side lines and just watch.
Melanoma has brought me to a place where I need to settle down and enjoy the many things life has to offer like water melon on a hot summer day and running through the sprinkler. I have discovered a love for children's laughter and the amazement for a good times with friends and family. Material poccessions are miniscul in comparison to the experience of time spent with the most precious of people.
I am constanltly at a point of frustration because of this diagnosis. I have seen the statistics. I have read the facts. I know the chances of survival can be small but. I enjoy and thank God for every moment He has bestowed upon me. I am frightened. I am scared. I am terrorified. I want to be the survivor. I want to see my children grow up and have children of their own. I want to grow old with my husband. I want to make a difference.
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