Even On The Rainiest Day...

So, as is usually the case, my life has not gone as planned. The good news is that because my lung tests failed it was determined that my lung tumors are mostly dead and over all stable. So good, right? No more worrying about the lungs for now, yea! But, being that it's me, the story of course doesn't stop there. No. Scan revealed that I had some new tumor growth in my liver. Options were discussed and after much debate another open surgery was decided upon. More scans were done in preparation for the surgery and, you're not going to believe this, but those set of scans also turned up a suspicious mass in my right breast. That won me more tests, mammograms and ultrasounds. Those tests showed a mass not just in my right breast but in my left as well. Fabulous. So then there was needle biopsies. And though my oncologist felt it would be extremely rare to have more than one active cancer going on, we must remember that we're talking about me and nothing is ever "normal". My biopsies showed that I had, not one, but two seperate breast cancers going on. A different one in each breast. So, in case you lost count, that brings my active cancer count up to three. THREE! What?! Okay, so once again, my "swamp castle" came crashing down. Our lives were thrown into chaos and I hardly knew what to do first.

My oncologist, along with a team of other doctors, came up with a plan. Good thing someone knew what they were doing. It was decided that I would have the liver surgery first as it was more pressing and then after a bit of recovery we would deal with the breast cancers. On July 17th I had that liver surgery and it was followed by the four most miserable days in the hospital complete with a blood transfusion, which was a completely new experience for me... not a fun one. Blah. I returned up to Mayo this past week to get things rechecked with the liver surgeon and then discuss what to do about the breast cancers. I went up to Mayo fully expecting to hear the words "double mastectomy", and while it was discussed, it sounds like we're going to do lumpectomies followed by some chemo and then radiation. Three different doctors there quoted research to me showing both procedures have the same outcomes for patients. They've never steered me wrong at Mayo before so I'm trusting that since this is the course of action everyone seems to be recommending, it is my best option. There is a caveat though, my oncologist wants my radiation done at Mayo. He recommends this because of some uniquely "Beccaish" physical abnormalities that I have, mostly my very deep set sternum and strangely curved rib cage. This is a point on which I happen to agree with my doctor whole heartedly and I very much like the radiologist who would be in charge of my treatment, BUT this means a minimum of a month in Rochester for treatment. Radiation doesn't take long each day, but it is a five day a week treatment for at least four weeks. This poses all sorts of new challenges. Eric, of course, has to still work, not an option for us financially for him not to. Kylynn is homeschooled, that has to get sorted out. I need to stay somewhere for a month. There are a million things to figure out. We do have some options though, and I know we will make it work somehow, but it is just so much to deal with and figure out.

The solo dress!

To say that things have been difficult lately would be a huge understatement. This has taken a toll on all my family and friends but probably has been hardest on Eric and Kylynn. They are two tough cookies and I would be lost without them. And we haven't been without blessings though, throughout all of this. We have been surrounded by family and friends offering support, love, and assistance when we need it most. Somewhere in the blur of all this bad news Eric and I had our fourteenth wedding anniversary. To be precise it was the day before my liver surgery and we spent our anniversary talking with doctors, but still, fourteen years! Eric and I have certainly tested the "for worse", "for poorer", and "in sickness" part of our vows and we have come through it together. There are better days ahead for us, I know there are. And in all this our Kylynn turned ten! TEN! She was a year and a half old when I was first diagnosed, back then I didn't know if I would see her turn ten, but here we are and I am trusting (and praying, praying, praying) that I get to see her grow up. Kylynn has had many accomplishments over the past months too. Most notably among them, she completed her first year of homeschooling  and accomplished so much in that first year. Now that I kind of feel like we know what we're doing I'm excited about our second year, and so is Kylynn. So excited, in fact, that she asked yesterday to start schooling earlier than I had planned and has a number of subjects that she is specifically asking to start. Love that kid. And Kylynn is still doing her Irish dance and karate (though we've had some hiccups in our ability to get her to classes due to my health craziness) and doing well with both. In dance, Kylynn earned her solo dress in May and in the Irish dance world that is a huge accomplishment! In karate, our girl is nearly a brown belt and watch out! that girl can kick!!

My strong, smart girl!

But, again, this has all taken a huge toll. None of us know what the future holds, but we are all acutely aware of what it could hold. We all seem calm and composed most of the time, but for Kylynn and myself at least, there is a storm raging just below the surface and though we do our best to keep it at bay, that storm breaks through from time to time. Kylynn is so very aware of what her future may look like that is breaks my heart. She speaks of it, usually in the wee small hours of the night, to me with clarity, maturity, faith, and heartache that far beyond her ten years. I can't imagine what it is to know that you may lose your mother at such a young age. That little girl is carrying a burden to rival Atlas' and doing it with more strength and grace than I ever could, all the while worrying about her friends' inability to understand her pain (no kid should have to understand that, and they can't, not truly) and feeling as though she needs to hide her pain to escape teasing from those who just don't understand. Now don't get me wrong, I do not fault any child for not understanding Kylynn's pain, in fact I am glad that they don't have to go though what she does, but my heart breaks over the idea that, because they don't understand or misinterpret her tears, my child feels the very real need to try and hide it all. God has big plans for my little girl, I know He must because he is making her so very strong.




Where does that leave us? Well, as I tell Kylynn, it leaves us with no way to go but forward through the darkness. All the doors behind us have been shut, we can't go back. Standing still in the dark is not a good option. So we hold onto one another and take turns holding the lantern to light the way. We carry each other when one of us is weak, and we trust that God has something big and beautiful waiting for us when the darkness recedes. As long as we have one another and our family and friends, we're going to make it through even these rainiest of rainy days.

How VERY far we've come!