Funny Tee Day :)

20 08 2014


Cancer? Ain’t nobody got time for that!
aint nobody got time for that


Best Laid Plans

19 08 2014

The summer held such great promise. I had great plans for the summer, lots of time with my girls, teaching them all kinds of nerdy things against their wishes, bonfires and s’mores, homemade chocolate chip ice cream, homemade ice cream sandwiches, sunshine and so much more.  School ended and all I could think about was the smell of freshly-cut grass, kids splashing in the pool, and our trip to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in August.

Do you ever feel like you’re riding a rollercoaster wearing a straightjacket?  Yeah.

That weekend I learned about a new tumor to battle, my oncologist gave us marching orders for MD Anderson and we began our cross-country journey to Texas….where I’ve been….all summer.  I haven’t been back and I don’t know when I’m going back. I’m not complaining. Other than battling cancer, rehabilitating from back surgery and enduring more complications, I feel like I’ve been on vacation all summer long.  Texas is beautiful, the weather is amazing and spending time with friends is fun and therapeutic.  LOL

There’s just one, itty, bitty, teensy, weensy, little problem, well three problems – my sweet hubs and darling daughters are in Michigan.

When it became clear that I wouldn’t make it home before school began, Jenny, Fred and I made plans for one more trip down to Texas so I could spend some time with the girls. Fred took time off from work so he and the girls could spend some good, quality time snuggling with me.  Our plan was, a girl on either side of me, movies, popcorn and just being with each other. Five whole days of nothing but being attached to each other. Evenings were reserved for Mister McGill.

This is the perfect example of how your Go Fund Me dollars have helped us.  (Sniff, sniff! Thank you so much!). Without these donations, there is absolutely no way we could have afforded three round-trip plane tickets from Michigan to Texas.  No way. This mommy needed her kids so much and you made that happen -from the bottom of my heart, I thank you.

So plans were made and the countdown to the visit began!

A few days before my sweeties were to arrive, Jenny and I toodled down to MD Anderson for my regularly scheduled chemo visit.  I had just enough time to receive chemo for a few days, “recover” for a few days, and welcome my loving  family.  Ah, the best laid plans. While waiting for a room to open up, Jenny and I decided to wait at home. When we arrived back at her house, I felt pretty chilled.  I kept adding clothing, a piece at a time. First, a sweatshirt, then socks, then long pants.  Even though I was fine during my preadmittance appointment and my blood draw numbers were strong, somehow I developed a fever.

I tried to grasp at faith and positivity, that I would still have plenty of time to be with Fred and the girls.  Of course, it took awhile for all the docs to figure out where the fever was coming from.  Finally, I was diagnosed with pneumonia.  So I spent August 1- 6 in the hospital and my family was visiting August 2 – 9.

Two days.  I had two full days to be with them. “That’s ok,” I said.  “We will make the most of them”, I said!  We will stay up late and we will take advantage of each minute. And we did on that Thursday.  Friday morning I had two appointments, one at 7am and one at 9am.  No problem!  The girls went shopping with Jenny, a few hours of appointments and then back to Jenny’s for more snuggle time.

7 am – blood draw

Infusion Center – to unclot one of my PICC lines.  What we didn’t know was it takes some human intervention to check us in at different locations, and we were all over the place

10 am – informed of the need for a blood transfusion, that it would take a few hours. Again, I’m thinking, that’s ok, still plenty of time to snuggle.

10:15 – back to Infusion Center to unclot my picc line

10:30 – up to Ambulatory Treatment Center to check in, grab a beeper and learn our appointment time. Tears. Our appointment time is 330pm…time with my baby girls dwindling.

11 am – need some food.  down to the cafeteria.

12- 3 pm – wasted time, found a sunny window, watched some people and watched the construction crane.

3pm – back to ATC, get comfy in waiting room.  Immediately called back to begin transfusion.

Told two bags were needed, each would take 1-3 hours and there went any shred of hope I had to spend time with my girls.  At least i had time with Fred. When we finally got back to Jenny’s, it was 10pm. One hour of snuggling amidst a ton of tears from the girls. Heartbreaking.

Fred and the girls needed to leave for the airport by 5:15am.  The girls were already tired and stressed and definitely needed a few hours of sleep.  This trip was planned around chemo and taking into account a few extra days in the hospital…I had one full day with the girls, which I cherish.  I know, I know – I’m getting healthy so I can always be with the girls and Fred.  I just hope, wish and pray that day would come sooner.


Goodbye Family Fixed

My beautiful family

You’ve Got to Ac-cen-tu-ate the Positive

5 08 2014

If there is a complication, I swear, I will be forced to deal with it.


Friday, I was scheduled to have my blood tested then be admitted for chemo. Easy peasy, right? Riiiight! Apparently,nothing is EVER going to be easy in my world.

My blood was drawn, we wandered over to Admissions and found out it would take several hours before a room was ready. We knew what that meant, sometime in the middle of the night, I MIGHT be assigned a room. So, Jenny and I decided to go back to her house to rest.

When we arrived, I felt chilly so I put on a sweatshirt. The next time meandered down to my room, I put on pants. Then, I went back to the oh-so-comfy leather sectional and fell asleep. At this point, Jenny knew something was up with me. Being chilled and dressing warmer meant one thing: fever.

I can’t remember some of the details here but basically, I spent a couple of days fighting off a fever and I am now using oxygen to keep my heart rate down, which maxed out at 155 bpm if I was moving around. There is some kind of infection in me that the docs are having trouble localizing (didn’t we go thru this last year???). One IV antibiotic will keep me in the hospital for ten days before chemo. Yay.

“This was supposed to be a SHORT stay!”, she said,whining.

But it gets worse.

I haven’t seen my daughters or spent any quality time with my hubs since they left in late June. They are arriving Saturday for a five-day visit that we thought would take place at our friend’s house where I’m staying, which is a nice, quiet, comfy environment. One that would allow us to snuggle together and enjoy each other’s company, uninterrupted by doctors, nurses, tubes and other crap.

Needless to say, I am bummed. But, I am stuffing my feelings away because I know I have two little girls and one sweet man to cheer up. Have I mentioned how much it sucks to be a mom with cancer?

“You’ve got to accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
latch onto the affirmative
don’t mess with Mr, In-Between”

Mother @#$%+! Cancer

28 07 2014

I can’t sugarcoat this: as hard as it is to have cancer, it is horrible to be a mother and have cancer.

People always tell me I need to take care of myself, get plenty of rest and pay attention to my body.  Any mother knows, that’s next to impossible.  Especially for my kids. I always feel they need extra attention from me because they have already endured the loss of one parent to cancer. So I need to be present for them, reassure them and encourage them because I cannot leave them to their own thoughts which are sometimes full of fear.  This means, taking the time to mother them at times when I can barely keep my eyes open, or when the pain meds have worn off, or when the steroids rear their ugly head, leaving me hangry.

Hangry pillowIt’s tough.

When I’m in pain or completely exhausted, my patience is thin but I keep it in check…as best I can.

My poor baby girls… they are ages 11 and 13 but they will always be my precious baby girls.  Since their father died 10 years ago,

everything I have done has been for their well-being.  I had a great, well-paying job that I loved and supported our needs financially, I worked out, and I made sure our meals were healthy. I encouraged them to try out for teams and take dance, music and karate lessons.  And I always reminded myself to drop the dishes in the sink or put down the rake and play that impromptu game of catch or have a water fight.

I miss them so much.  I have been down in Texas since June 16th.  We spent a week undergoing testing and evaluation so I could meet with an NHL specialist and the following week, ended up having back surgery to alleviate the pressure of a tumor on my spine.  I saw my girls prior to surgery for a couple of days, then they departed for home with my hubby.  So we have been apart for a month.  Wow. Seems like so much longer.

The good news is, thanks to donations received on our Go Fund Me page, I get to see them AND my hubs in about two weeks!  Yay!  The last time my sweet hubs visited, we realized I would be staying in Texas much longer than anticipated, which translated through the end of summer if not into September.  I told him I needed to see the girls again before the end of summer and I knew the girls needed to see me too.  So he made the arrangements for a five day trip back down to Houston.  Isn’t he wonderful?

To those of you who have donated using our Go Fund Me site, I cannot thank you enough.  Your financial gifts not only help us with bills, broken appliances and other needs, but they are now bringing my family back to me for a very much needed visit. People always tell me how strong I am, but really, I cannot think about my children much or it saddens me too deeply so I try not to. Which is awful…because you want to think about your kids.  One will start middle school in the Fall and the other starts high school and, for the first time in their lives, I am going to miss their first day of school.  I might miss my daughter’s first Homecoming Dance, too.  Again, I try not to think about it and instead, I switch my thoughts to believing I will be there for the next Homecoming.

Anywho, in two weeks I plan to just cuddle my kids and kiss them constantly!  For those five days, I will think about them CONSTANTLY! 🙂

Go Fund Me Lisa McGill Kindergarten Crush Fund

For My Fellow Chemo Warriors

25 07 2014


Have a Snoop Snoop Snoopy filled day!

Go Fund Me

21 07 2014

When I could no longer drive,  I had to quit my job. Life, and bills,  continue. Please help if you can and share if you will.

“She’s Staying!”

21 07 2014

Last Friday, I woke from a deep sleep. I had gone to bed feeling slightly chilled from what I guessed was the central air and ceiling fan sending cool air upon me. The sweatshirt at the foot of my bed beckoned me. I thought to myself, “I’ll just take it off if I get too warm”.

Keep in mind, each movement I make brings about some bit of pain or discomfort because of my recent back surgery. I really didn’t want to remove a sweatshirt because of how difficult it would be. As it is, I’m not supposed to bend, twist or pick up anything that weighs 5lbs or more.

My phone alarm woke me at 6am, a reminder to take my medicines. I slept straight through the 8am alarm, which was not good since it was for my extended release and immediate release pain meds. So when I woke at almost 10am, I was in pain. Normally, I have a high pain tolerance. Tumor pain is excruciating and not much can relieve that pain. Surgical pain isn’t near as bad but still quite uncomfortable. But when I say I woke in pain, I woke in PAIN!

At any rate, I had to use the bathroom and my body hated me. As I tried to get out of bed, I knew something was wrong. I felt heavy, as if a gravitational pull was dragging me downward. Sluggish and slow I thought,”crap, what other meds did I miss that would cause this.”

I made it out of bed but I was experiencing much difficulty walking. My legs were heavy and my arms hurt since I was relying on them to drag my weak body.

When I was able to leave the room, I grabbed my thermometer and headed to the living room but I was so weak, Jenny met me halfway and had me sit so she could push my using my walker. After some coffee and cereal and a little cool down, I thought I’d be fine. But my temperature readings were telling me that a trip to the E.R. was inevitable.

Jenny and I packed a few essentials and made the trip to Houston…back to MD Anderson from where I had just been discharged four days prior.

I had hoped this was a chemo-related temperature spike. I knew my counts were low so I was optimistic I would be hydrated, watched and sent home. Several hours later, the nurse said the doctor was admitting me. Half-joking, I said,” I’m not staying!” “I want to speak to the doctor”, “I’m going home”.

Apparently, they thought I was serious. Lol…

The doctor came in and explained that I had an infection possibly caused by my surgical drain that required IV antibiotics which I cannot get at home. He was quite serious in saying how dire my situation would be if I left. I’m not a moron, of course I wouldn’t go home. Jeez, I just wanted to be out of the hospital, at Jenny’s comfy house, spending time with her, making smoothies, having coffee, enjoying girl talk, being with her wonderful doggies…not in the hospital…again.

As soon as I told the doc I planned to stay, he walked to the door of my room and yelled, “She’s staying!” ROFLOL!

Jenny and I thought that was so funny…they really thought I was leaving. Mind you, I was feeling like crap so what I thought was me being funny, insisting on going home, must have been lost in the translation. Lol

At any rate, I spent the weekend here at MDA and I’m hoping to leave Tuesday. By then, I should be able to insist upon it and be healthy enough to skedaddle. Pray on, my Warrior Peeps.

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