The TPA is looking for a few good birds (that's the Turkey Protection Agency)

Cancer update= On Friday, I had radiation treatment #15 of 33. Still have to drag myself into the hospital, but a good friend gave me a song to help me through, One Foot First by Rosetta Pebble (find them online). I highly recommend listening carefully, the lyrics are very inspiring and they make me smile.

That's small potatoes right now though. I am in the midst of a new crisis. I knew I would struggle with this particular parenting issue. I just thought I had a few more years before I had to learn this lesson. The following is the assignment that was sent home for Miss Herself to work on this weekend:

Save the Turkey!

Dear Families,

We are asking all of our students to take the attached undressed turkey and give him a disguise so he is saved from being the main course at Thanksgiving dinner. You may take on a theme or just have fun dressing the turkey any way that you wish. In the past, some have been dressed like football players, dancers, etc... Cut out the turkey and glue him on the colored construction paper. Then use items around your house or yard to disguise him. Seeds, beans, leaves, fabric, or buttons are some possibilities. This can be a family event with moms and dads helping their (second) grader!

This is also a creative writing assignment. Students must then write 4 sentences about their turkey explaining the story behind his/her disguise. Use the attached checklist as a guide. Remember - have some fun and be creative with this!

I can't just do this for her???.... even if it is fun and the directions say I can help.
Why can't I do the Turkey assignment for my 2nd grader all by myself?
Does the teacher not know that I am a creative control freak?
Does she understand how hard it is for me not to take my daughter's story and run with it?
Or even worse, we are supposed to create a disguise... together...
OMG, I think the teacher is trying to kill me.

Yes, I know the directions say it can be a family event, but we all know that means that parents are allowed to guide but are supposed to take a support role, taking orders from the little dictator about what is and isn't allowed in the disguise. Letting them write and learn about being creative in the writing process. Offering ideas and patiently allowing them to be shot down by an attitude that rivals any teenage girl's best 'tude. There should have been a disclaimer that this was really an activity in perseverance and patience for all parents with a shred of creative desire.

So I made Miss Herself a deal, I would write a blog post about her assignment and post her turkey and story for all to read. I can take credit for the helmet and skates (I am supposed to finish them because she had to go to bed). Other than those two, it is all her work--ideas and writing 100% her own. I am going to include her "sloppy copy" because it is almost as entertaining as the real deal.

(and sitting here with her while we both wrote and created really was a lot of fun! I think we might have to do this more often.

Want to make Miss Herself's week? Create your own turkey with a disguise and story then send it to us! We will share what we collect with her class and here!!!
Twitter: @guppy_mom or via email: nicole c sturgeon at gmail dot com

This is the turkey that needs to be saved!

Looking forward to some Thanksgiving fun!

Back to the Grind

This was our first full week back in school and it was a doozy. I will just touch the highlights, and then get back to my glass of wine and let the days get brighter.

First, it was supposed to be a great week. On Tuesday I had a follow up appointment with my surgeon and she informed me that my surgery was awesome. Usually, they hope to get 2mm of clear margins (healthy tissue on the outside of the cancerous tissue). For this round, they were able to get 5-10mm around my tumor. That's more than 100% better than what they hope to get!!! Can't complain about being better than expected!!!!!!

Still have to do this round of radiation. Have to pick up the 500 pound phone and make the appointments...

Second, I really want to start writing about being a mom and not a mom with cancer/battling cancer/surviving cancer. BUT this week has shown me that I have a ways to go before that gets to happen fully. BUT I have to get my cancer-mom on for a moment--I was reminded by my friend, Daniele (check out her blog lifewithpenispeople.wordpress.com) that while I am blessed to have this pink sisterhood and a plethora of options for treatment, I am lucky. I can't imagine having to take my child to these appointments. I can't imagine having to sit by and watch my child fight from the inside out. I can't imagine trying to teach them to be strong, have faith, trust in people with more knowledge than I have, believe that things will work out, that God doesn't give you more than you can handle, or worse holding their tiny hand and kissing them goodbye for the last time.... So for Pediatric Cancer Awareness Month, I am going to hug my own kids a little tighter and dust off my church clothes and go to God's house to say thank you for the strength, courage, and guidance He has given. AND I'm going to put my money where my mouth is by donating to the Jacob Michael Davis Foundation, http://www.jacobmichaeldavis.org/help.htm, because the Davis Family inspires me.

Third, I am not going to let ignorance and insult influence my decisions as a teacher. Today I sat in a meeting where a parent claimed that because I appeared sick (had no hair) in the videos I recorded and have students watch that her daughter couldn't learn from me. It was "too close to home" because they had people who have lost their battle with the big C or are fighting a good fight... (notice that I didn't use quotations, but I think I am pretty close to what she said) My first reaction was that of a concerned teacher, OMG what can I do to fix that and make it better. I will re-record my videos so that I look better, I will find other resources for her to use/watch. But as I have gained time and emotional distance from the experience, I am angry. How dare she even try to use that as a ticket to get what she wants. To even begin to explain how hard of a leap that was for me to make at that point in my journey is impossible. However, the research says it is better for students to not only hear but see their teacher in this style of presentation so that is what I did and will continue to do. As a friend told me today, that was not an example of good parenting skills. I have learned from from this experience.

So now that I have written, and finished my glass of wine. I am going to enjoy watching the PINK OUT at the Tigers game and wonder when they are going to make it a GOLD OUT for all the kids who are battling a pediatric cancer. And hug my kids a few more times.

The Glad Game Sucks

If you have never met my mother, you are missing out on one of the most awesome individuals you can imagine. If you have met her, then you have been infuriated by her endless creativity and positiveness at one point or another. I can only imagine how many of you are laughing hysterically because you know how many times you have wanted to say, "________ (she wears a lot of hats, so put your title for her here) get a grip," only to decide that she was the one who had one and you were in need of perspective or growth. Growing up with this woman, who seems to glide miraculously through things that tear other people to shreds, has made me the person I am today. 

BUT (there is always a BUT) Mom, you forgot to remind me that Pollyanna had to endure a whole lot of crap before she learned that the Glad Game was worth it. Any game that starts with getting crutches instead of a doll, includes losing your dad, being moved into a hostile environment, and requires you to fall out of a tree (or get hit by a car, depending on if you are reading or watching), break your legs, and learn to walk again in order for everything to work out...why the hell is this your favorite?!?!?! :)

Oh, it is because when those test results come back and the doctor says it's cancer again. You can truly see the positive in his words. It isn't a recurrence, it is a new cancer (this one I am still working for the silver lining so don't ask me). It is Stage 0, very early=very good. It is "in situ", inside the ducts, not in the regular breast tissue=good. I think that non-invasive is tied to in situ, but I like non-invasive enough that it gets its own sentence. All of those mean that I will have another lumpectomy and more radiation, but no systemic treatment=no chemo.

It took a few days to get my mind to accept this new turn and to understand that my path just wasn't complete yet. But at least I didn't need to whole town to come calling to make me play the Glad Game. 

Thanks Mom!!! (Freaking Pollyanna wins again.....)

Has it really been a year...

I feel like I should apologize for my lack of writing, but that would be like apologizing for celebrating for the last 12 months... For those who have been reading that long, can you hardly believe that a year has gone by since I was declared a "pathological responder"??? (still my favorite way to say NO MORE CANCER IN MY BODY)

And yet as I type that sentence, I have to admit that this milestone isn't without its own touché moment. As in, haha caught ya thinking life was headed back to normal. Or, haha you thought you could start planning in to the future. Or, HAHAHA you thought this adventure was coming to an end.... Think again lady.

My team of doctors have been watching the cyst in my liver and the cysts on my ovaries pretty carefully the last few months. (Since it is late, I have to tell you that my brain wants to include a "don't drink the CT scan Kool-Aid" joke, but I am pretty sure that it is waaaaaay funnier in my head than as part of this post.) To add to the lurking cysts, at my last oncology appointment my doctor felt a new lump, this time in my left breast. I have gone for an MRI and an ultrasound, and that was followed by an MRI guided biopsy to confirm that it is just a lumpy boob. (still awaiting results)

I don't know how to describe my mood right now. Nervous, yes. Terrified, hell yes. Yet calm, I have a team of doctors whom Sean and I both trust. (a team of doctors I was looking forward to not seeing as much of....) I also have this sense of confidence that things will work out, but I don't have a gut feeling about what the path will look like. I don't know whether to expect a long battle, or if this is just a flash in the pan of nothingness. I mean really how much of a tool will I look like when I come to say, "oh it was nothing." And am I destined to have these thoughts every time my boobs feel a little lumpy??? And how often are my boobs going to feel lumpy???? Holy crap, am I going to have to go through this every time I go for a follow up appointment??? And how am I supposed to tell what is normal every day wear and tear on my body and what is something I need to think of as a potential symptom? How do you answer "how are you feeling today?" when asked by a doctor?

But I am letting go of those worries today. Today is a day for celebration. Today they take out my chemo-port!!!!! This is the milestone that feels like true completion, an end to a path. So the next time you see me it will be with one more scar and one less bump. Can't wait!!!

Take that Breast Cancer and other motherly musings

A year ago this weekend I found the lump and started on my fantastically miserable awesome scary intense journey. I know it sounds crazy, but I really am starting to believe that there is a silverlining here...

I will start with a cancer update. I had my first follow-up mammogram (the big squish) and all is clear! I  have to finish up my herceptin infusions and then will get to have my port removed. I'm thinking that will be the next medical mile marker I am shooting for. All is good in the cancer world.

Back to the fun stuff--the silver lining. I am writing this post from my seat on AirTran flight 18 to Orlando!!! Have you ever watched the SuperBowl? When they win the big game they always get to say, "I'm going to Disney World!!" I think that I have just won the biggest game ever, and I'm tired of waiting for the right moment, enough money, the time off, what ever excuse it is that all parents make for not doing the fun things in life. So, yep, this superstar cancer fighter and the love of her life are taking their kids to Disney for a week.

AND just to be sure that cancer really understands that we are thumbing our noses at it and sticking up our middle fingers (on both hands) and shouting f*&^ you at the top of our lungs, I am really running the Princess Half Marathon. 13.1 miles of cancer ass kicking.

I know that there are a great number of runners who are a part of my support system, and their words of encouragement are in my heart. With a RockMyRun (www.RockMyRun.com) mix ready on my phone, a pink tutu (which may or may not get worn), and my cousin on the course, I will finish this race just so that cancer knows who is the winning player.

(Pilot just said to shut 'em down, so this post is going up before I have proofread..... hope it makes sense and promise to post pictures ASAP)

Good bye 2012, Hello 2013!

Well that is a year that I am quite glad to see end.... and yet, I can't help but look back on it and be grateful for all that I have learned.

I have experienced loss. I have faced cancer.

But bigger than that is all the awesomeness that comes with those two things.
I learned who I can count on when I can barely keep my wits about me.
I learned that life has to be lived every moment, even the craptastic ones.
I learned how to reach out for help (okay not as much as I probably should have reached for it, but I took a lot more help than I ever thought I would).
I learned to listen to my body and to my doctors.
I learned to love my husband on a whole new plane. (I love you.... I can't say it enough.)
I learned that there are good people everywhere in this world and sometimes they pop up in the most unlikely of places.
I learned that sometimes you just have to be a mom and nothing else.
I also learned that being a grown-up doesn't mean you don't need your parents.
I learned that sometimes a simple note/text/message/postcard/conversation is really enough to brighten a dark day or a scary moment.
I also learned that being a grown-up doesn't mean you don't need your parents.
I learned exactly how strong I am.
I learned to trust God.

I have met some amazing men and women this year. I have been inspired by them and challenged by them to be a better person.

To those who know me in the real world, I hope you know where you fit in my lessons because you are all there!!!!

So, here is to 2013. The best year yet.