Post # 66: I am a SURVIVOR

After a long, internal debate I have decided to retire my blog.  What better time than when we are coming up to the one year anniversary of being cancer free?

The big C has won some battles, but I won the war.  Fly the metaphorical flag at half mast for the casualties (my right shoulder, tears, time, friends, blah blah blah) and celebrate the victories (25th birthday, lessons learned, blessings, etc).  I'm spending my 366-clean-days anniversary with Mr. and Mrs. Lord.  I want to celebrate the day with them, so I invited them up to Madison for the weekend.  (E, we will call you on a four-way phone call since you'll be working).

Truly, I will miss writing the blog.  I enjoyed it which was a pleasant surprise.  I'm thinking of starting up a new one soon, but it is time to move on from the chemo-driven topics.  I have more b!tch juice, struggles, triumphs and good GREAT days ahead of me, but they will not be documented here.

So, thank you readers for sticking around through this tumultuous ride through Katrina's World.  It has been a hard trip, but I think we are returning to the main road safely together.  The detour is coming to an end!

I will leave you with these two tokens:

One, here is a link to a blog that I find useful - the author Kris Carr's book was my Bible:  http://networkedblogs.com/s6POb

And two, here is my theme song lately -  it's called "Get Thru This" by Art of Dying http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMRjWGr9sH4&ob=av2n

All the best,
Katrina Jeannette

Baby It's a Wild World

Step by Step
My good friends put together Team Navigating the Roadblock last year and as I boasted before - they were the top fundraisers!  This year a few of the girls are on the board for the Leukemia Research Foundation.  Ironically, I have grown up with the foundation.  My mom has been a member for my entire life (if that length of time is wrong, then I'll state that it at least seemed like it).  I helped out at the annual fashion shows and attended the weekly meetings with her.  Truthfully, I wanted to grow up to be a member.

Here's a link to the Web site:
http://www.leukemia-research.org

Here I am, "grown up" and instead of a member I am receiving aid from them.  Cancer is an expensive hobby.  Beyond the assistance, LRF is an advocate in medical research.  Leukemia treatment has gone leaps and bounds in the progress in the past five years.  But let's be frank, it has leaps and bounds to go.  I always remind myself, all that I am going through is what little kids are going through too.  Scary.  It keeps my pity parties in check.  It also gives me all the more reason to hound people to support my cause...

So, in case I haven't bugged you in another form... here's the address for my fundraising page:
http://www.active.com/donate/lrf2012/KLord16

Drip by Drip
I am getting closer and closer to the end of chemo-fication.  June 24, 2013, June twenty-fourth two thousand thirteen, 06/24/2013, 24 June 2013... looks good from all angles.  I had another dosage today.  I am still not quite where Doc wants me to be in counts so that's always a bit of a worry, but she assures that it's more of a matter of mixing up the right dosages for my dailies.  I had another lumbar puncture which is a nice way of saying spinal tapping and it went smoothly.  Mom and Dad had presents for some of the team today.  Mom made an adorable blanket for Doctor's baby girl so moods were all happy and eyes a little teary. 

Inch by Inch
My 'do' is coming in nice and thick.  I get a lot compliments and in the most unexpected places.  The remarks make me feel a bit more comfortable in it, but I still haven't been able to truly tame it and rock it.  I have some crazy cow licks and curls going on.  But I am SO HAPPY to have it back that I just let it go crazy and call it a happy non-bald day.

Shot by Shot
Despite my wile counts, I am hopping a plane in a few weeks.  MARCH MADNESS BABY!  Dad and I are heading to the final four in New Orleans!!  I am pumped.  Marquette is also stoking the fire for my excitement since they are looking good (minus tonight).  They are just saving their wins for the tourney.

Line by Line
This post is getting wordy so I will sign off.  Till next time!

One year ago today...

was the diagnosis day.   I'm not sure how I am supposed to act today.  I feel as though I'm supposed to do something special, but I kind of feel numb.  Last year news came that threw my world into a whirlwind.  Thanks for a year of love, prayers and good thoughts.  I felt them all.

If you see me, just smile.  That's all I want.  


With love,
K

Among the Wildflowers

G'day

I report to you from the melting city of Madison.  The bit of snow is melting vigorously.  I am a big fan of this winter.  We had the best of both worlds - pretty snow and warm days.

I started physical therapy (PT) this morning.  I am very excited to continue the exercises and stretches that my physical therapist assigned to me.  I have a drive within to progress the mending quicker than expected.  My physical therapist was great and he has my optimism soaring.  I can't ask for anything more on those fronts.

I had another dose of the magic juice last Thursday.  I was very nervous for my spinal chemo since the last couple were a bit of a struggle due to scar tissue forming.  Too many pokes of the needle.  All the worry was a waste - things went smoothly.  All of the discussions with my Northwester posse were happy reports and so the smiling carries on.

Unless if you live under a rock, you know that yesterday was Valentine's day.  I have a beautiful bouquet of lilies as a souvenir.  Ross pulled out all of the tricks.  He cooked dinner with Michael Buble crooning in the background that was lit with candles.  What a guy.

Last year we skimmed over Valentine's day because I was with Erin rocking out to Ozzy and Slash.  Great times spent with my sister.  She'll be visiting Madison this spring :)

Things have perked up a lot since the beginning of the year.  I'm going to roll with it.  Smile!

Today's theme:  Tom Petty - Wildflowers - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G-42RYWRvE

A simple round of conversation

Yesterday marked a momentous occasion - my wig is officially retired.  I went into the office without my wig and received many compliments on my "hair cut."  I've told a few people this next bit already but it's worth a repeat.  With this hair do, I need to buy some owl stuff and a few over-sized flannels.  It is so hipster.   I will have to wear it with irony.

Random thought - do you think the first "r" in February feels under-utilized?  I imagine it's the skinny, kid saying "What about me?" in gym class.  Or am I the only one that completely skips over it when saying February? 

Another random thought - when I was researching how to raise Emma a lot of sites warned that puppies will sometimes have issues about separation anxiety.  They did not warn about MY separation anxiety.  Maybe she can hide under my desk when I come to the office.  She would totally fit under my desk.  I hope she misses me this much too... I hope she's blogging about my absence.

A final random thought - a compilation of songs serve as a guidebook to life.  I popped in some of my high school cd mixes and happily sang and drove from Milwaukee.  There are times when a certain song comes on and it seems like it was written for you.    Do you find that too?

la-la-la-love,
Katrina

Hullabaloo

It's me, your one and only emcee 


I have returned from my six day staycation as pale as when I left.  Mother dearest drove to Madison to accompany me to the bone specialist appointment.  Simply, I was scared to go alone.  Since she was driving back to Midlothian, Emma and I hopped a ride to the sandless, sunless, palm treeless land for a mini-vacay.  I needed a rejuvenation and Emma needed to meet Dad and the OFHS crew.  She was well behaved and made me proud.  


The week was a nice breath of fresh air.  I was also pumped up with new blood on Tuesday so that may be a factor in the pep in my step.  Vampires tend to perk up with new blood.  The weekend was full of laughs since that's always how it goes with my girls.  I also got to spend time with Mom and Dad, which after living home for so the stint, was very welcome.  


So the skinny on what's going on: to sum it up my right shoulder and left hip are not fairing well due to the treatments that have been beating me up.  I was doing well in the boxing ring but it seems that the chemo took round 3 with a K.O.   

I am going to give physical therapy a go and see how the joints feel.  The only option other than grinning through the pain is a replacement hip and/or shoulder.  I am not ready to be Bionic Katrina quite yet; I was thinking maybe 50 years down the road...  then I can make jokes about my artificial sweetener but not quite yet.    


One day this too will just be a faint memory that I can shake my head at with a smirk of mirth fueled by the triumph.  

babble, babble, babble

My Bane, Treatment

Last week, I made my monthly pilgrimage to Chicago.  It fell at a time when my usual buddies were busy so I went solo.  I was weary about going by myself, but it turned out to be a good experience.  One on one time with my doctor and nurses proved to be very informational.   A few tough items have come up, which I will divulge unto cyberspace at a later date.  I haven't dealt with them mentally/physically yet so they're not ready for the world to digest either.  The strength will come, just not yet.

On the happy side!  I have a new date that I will countdown to with joy... 

JUNE 24, 2013!!!

It's my end date.  

I am so pumped.  It's next year!!!!!!  

My Buddy, Emma

The little dear happily napped with me throughout this week.  I spent a majority of my week creating Zs since I caught a cold and my counts plummeted.   Her husky side is poofing through with the fall of snow.  She loves the stuff.  She comes inside looking like Chappelle with white powder all over her snout all jazzed up and rearing to go.   At times I want to squeeze her to pieces because she is so freaking adorable and at other times I want to shake her.  But that's puppies.

My Happenings...

They have been limited because I limp due to fractures in my hip (call me Edith, not kidding) and low energy.  However, I was able to make it to an annual get together in Milwaukee with my girlfriends.  MU pride!  I had fun, and I did my best to keep up with the celebration.  However, I know my medical entourage would want to shake me if they knew what I was up to.  But that's twenties.

Madison has begun to get mundane.  I haven't been able to start any of my plans - yoga, classes, etc. which I was really looking forward to.  I also had to skip out on plans due to the disappointing counts, which is nothing new but it still tough.  

Is it just me or are there violins wailing in the background? 

If life seems jolly rotten There's something you've forgotten

(Post namesake is from Spamalot - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWGjnIhUyew)


I have come to find that I am one fast one-handed typist.   I was in piano classes for a bit and I was told that I have great span.  I am very thankful for it because I can shift+any key on the board with one hand!  Go me!


Why is this pertinent?  Why because I fractured my elbow!  Let me just say that my mood was a sh!tstorm hurricane this week worthy of NOLA.  I gimp around and can't reach top shelves because I also bruised my shoulder and hip.  ::Sarcasm alert::  Awesome.  


How did this tragedy come about?  Well, I was trying to clean up some of Emma's backyard bombs.  Our yard resembled an ice rink at the time.  Emma was burning energy playing with her frisbee and doing laps... one of which was behind me.  Her tie-out caught my legs and I was sacked.  It was cartoon worthy.  I flew into the air!  With a thunk (and apparently a snap) I feel on the ice.  Emma licked my face as I tried to stand; I still love the little honey bun.


Where is my hopeful 2012?  The year is going to improve from here.  I keep finding myself saying that.  I am not a very religious person.  I am jealous of those who are.  But I found sayings along the following uplifting...  
  

I will pass His test... but geez Lois, this is worse than stats class.  So I have moaned enough, hopefully my next post will not be dripping with such misplaced anger.