Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.              Lemony Snicket

Hi, I’m back. Whatcha been doing the last five years? Well, this and that, where do I start? I’ll just say life is good.

Hey, funny thing, I’d been noodling how fun it would be to have something interesting to write about and fate plopped my breast cancer diagnosis into my lap on May 6. Luckily I caught it early (stage II) and the prognosis is excellent. There were many, many tests in the following weeks and I am happy to report that I have been scanned every which way and upside down and there is NO sign of cancer other than the one pesky tumor.

I feel very good and confident in my medical oncology team and am ready to get going. Initially we were told that chemo might start as early as May 13, but some tardy test results (and the insurance company) made sure that the process would progress more slowly. Treatment began on Friday, May 27. So, I was thankful to be able to enjoy the end-of-school activities, volleyball playoff games and graduation before we got started. (By the way, graduation was May 25 but the grad announcements are somehow still on our dining room table… let’s all pretend that if life was normal around here, the envelopes would have been sent on time…)

The fine print: Treatment can include but is not limited to chemo two weeks apart for four cycles, followed by a different chemo drug once a week for 12 weeks. This should cause shrinkage (the good kind) and potentially make the surgery easier. Expecting surgery in early November; Santa will bring me some radiation for Christmas, and we will round the corner into the new year in good health! That is the plan.

I’ll admit, I have felt overwhelmed by the shock and awe of this unexpected detour but also with the outpouring of love from so many directions. Thank you everyone for your positive thoughts and prayers. I feel very lucky