Thursday, August 19, 2021

We always think there's time

I love to create to-do lists and spreadsheets. They keep me sane when I've got a ton to do. I strive to create some order out of the chaos so that I'm not constantly worrying that I've forgotten something. And yet, a part of me also assumes that I have time. When I left my mom's house right before New Years Eve 2019, I thought there was time. I thought I'd return to the U.S. that summer and have more time with her. That I'd take her to performances at the Kennedy Center, or that I'd convince her to take some of those trips to places she wanted to see. But five weeks later, she was gone, and there was no more time.

I thought that I had time for some of those final trips I was going to take before I left the Dominican Republic. I had new snorkeling gear, and I was going to finally take that trip to Bani and see the sand dunes and go snorkeling in Salinas. Maybe a last trip to Bavaro or to the north coast. But five weeks after my mom died, covid-19 came to the Dominican Republic. Everything was shut down, including the beaches. There was no more time.

Then it was time to get ready to move back to the U.S. I had an international move, a renovation of my condo in Arlington, clearing out my mom’s house and getting it on the market, finalizing everything with her estate that I had left hanging while I finished my tour, and starting a new position with my agency in Washington. I created my detailed spreadsheet of everything I needed to do from May to September and when I needed to do it. It helped. A lot. But I was also reminded of my inability to control time when covid resulted in everything taking a little (or a lot) longer or supply chains not working as I expected. I completed most of the things I was planning to take care of when I returned. I did all of the cardiology tests that the government helped me get scheduled. Those were a priority, because both my mother and her mother died around the age of 67 with enlarged hearts. I learned that my heart is average for my age and gender. In other words, I’m not the spring chicken I once was. But the positive is that I’m not on the same bad heart track that runs in my family. Those were the only medical appointments I got done last year, but cardiology was the priority, and I only had time for so much.


My new position at work is interesting. It was also very busy, as I spent much of the last year responsible for both my region of S Asia/Pacific and N Asia. It was busy but manageable. Then appraisal season hit, I had a ton of personnel statements to handle, and out came the spreadsheet again. I got through it successfully and then promptly handed off N Asia to my new colleague. And finally, I had time! My mom’s estate was wrapped up. I had a year in my new position under my belt, so I understood the cycle of work. I would start focusing on some other things, like finally getting my washer/dryer replaced so that maybe it will do more than just hot water. I would get nice blinds to replace the cheap blinds left by former tenants. I would get my estate documents updated. I would continue going through my old stuff and my mom’s stuff and get things more organized. And then my concept of the time available to me changed.

 


I felt a lump in mid-July. A large one. I was told to monitor it for two weeks. After 12 days, I contacted the doctor again. Within a day, I had an order for a mammogram. The following day, I got a mammogram and then a sonogram and then a visit from two nice doctors with a box of Kleenex followed by 3 biopsies – of two very concerning lumps and one lymph node. That wasn’t a good Wednesday. That weekend, I left for a week in Florida with dear friends. On Monday, I received the news that I had cancer in both breasts. Thankfully, that one lymph node was negative for cancer. The day after I returned from Florida, I went in for the MRI. I am very thankful for modern technology, but MRIs are not fun. It was nearly an hour, plus an IV for a color contrast study. The very nice ladies regularly told me to not move, which quickly had me worrying about the movement involved in breathing. Was this all for NOTHING because I couldn’t breathe more shallowly? I actually pressed the panic button once near the end as I was starting to spiral towards panic, but they convinced me that it was just one more scan, and it would be fast. Apparently, the scans all came out very clear. So, if anybody asks, don’t worry about breathing in the MRI machine. The MRI determined that I needed to biopsy another lump. One week later (this past Monday) was biopsy #4 and the consult with the surgeon. 

 

Here’s what little we know at this point. I have invasive lobular carcinoma, which is only about 5% of invasive cancers. Due to the size of the large tumor, I’m automatically stage 2. We won’t know stage and grade fully until after the surgery, but the surgeon does not expect it’s more than stage 2. It looks like I’m facing a double mastectomy. My surgeon is aiming to do the surgery in early September. It’ll be 2 days in the hospital followed by at least three weeks of recovery. Once we get the results of the tests on what they cut off during surgery, I’ll meet with the oncologist to talk about what’s next.


My new t-shirt
I have been greatly blessed with support and offers of assistance in just these few weeks as I’ve started telling people. I’ve also been seeking out t-shirts to inspire me. When I was doing those performance appraisals, I’d wear my Wonder Woman t-shirt. During this last month, I pulled out the storm trooper t-shirt, because they look fierce. One of my friends who has fought this battle recently told me that I’m now a cancer warrior. I like that word. Warrior. It’s active, not passive like other words people use. What I hear consistently from people who have gone through this before is that it will really suck for a period of time, but that I’ll get through it. I’m a warrior. That’s what I’m choosing to believe. Failure is not an option. Now it’s time to fight.