All sorts of things

Some of the little things, or the not so little things that make me feel better:

  • A friend checking in daily from her vacation in France
  • A co-worker telling me that seeing me go through this has changed his outlook on letting things “get to him” both at work and at home
  • A friend dropping off soup and flowers after I returned from the hospital
  • Texts from my nephew reassuring me of my beauty
  • Texts from  a dear old friend reminding me of the bonus of being hairless while riding in a convertible – so true!
  • Priceless stories from my oldest friend of herself and others fainting
  • Making people laugh retelling my fainting story
  • Having everyone at work tell me “how great (my) hair looks like this” – thank you Raquel Welch wigs and Progressions Hair Salon and Wig Boutique
  • Knowing my kids are supporting each other
  • My mother reading my large stem cell transplant binder while I cook her dinner and telling me that I can’t have salad or raw vegetables for a year, only to read it myself last night and see that it is only salad bars I can’t eat from for a year – the salad/raw vegetable limitation is only for a month – wait, is that a good thing – well, in the end it is, I am incredibly relieved and I’ve gotten a lot of laughs telling that story too
  • Waiting to leave the house with my buff on after a long day of wearing my wig (gets very itchy) and having Scot come downstairs looking like this:

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  • Reminders from those who have known me since I was born that I was bald until I was two years old
  • A former teammate and my cancer buddy reminding me that I am an athlete and that cancer is my competition right now
  • And all the love, emails, messages, texts, and comments on the blog from family and friends alike from near and far – you are all loved right back

P.S. Wearing that blouse and that buff, my kids and I determined that I looked exactly like Lucille Ball in the I Love Lucy episode where she is stomping the grapes (the blouse has poofy sleeves and I was also wearing a skirt) believe you me it was true!

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Heather

I never thought I’d be writing a blog, and certainly not one that is all about me, and yet, here I am. For me life has always been interesting, not mundane, not always exciting per se, but hardly ever the norm. When I say “It’s always something…” I don’t hear it as my life is a mess, it;s always something. It’s more of life is challenging and evolving and messy and inspiring and wondrous, it’s always something. I grew up in suburbia, buy my grandfather was the head of the Communist Party in the U.S. I was raised keeping that a secret, so that was something. I am tall, always have been, really tall (6’1″), I was taller than every human being in my elementary school when I was in 6th grade, that is still something. My parents divorced in my teens. I got a full basketball scholarship to Duke University. I married my high school basketball coach, 18 years my senior. I raised a stepson. I had two amazing kids of my own. We had a multicultural household, secular christian (I guess that’s what I would call it, you know Santa and the Easter Bunny) and Judaism, I used to say if it was a holiday – we celebrated it! We were uber involved in our community, mostly through youth athletics, coaching, managing and spectating. Our kids grew up, I started a photography business on the side (I hope to share some photos here) and we planned to travel a bit together, went to Portugal for our 25th anniversary and then my husband was diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer, initially they gave him 5 years, but he only survived for a little over two. I was going to say lived, but really, it was more like surviving. That, indeed, was something. I became a widow at 49. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me. But, then it was something in another way. I relearned who I was. You don’t realize how much of you becomes a combination of you and another person in a relationship. And not in a bad way, it is essential, and you don’t lose yourself, you just evolve. And I found myself suddenly alone, and learning about myself and who I had become over the years, what was just me, and what was part of who we were together. Which in retrospect, was probably hardest on those around me who had gotten used to the old me, or never even knew the original me. A year later I found love again. Sold my home of 31 years and moved closer to work. I became more fit, ate more healthfully and was amazed that I could be happy, truly happy, in the wake, no not wake, but the shadow of such profound grief. And that is truly something, something amazing and unexpected. And then, through some routine blood work in April 2014, and a visit to a hematologist and bone marrow biopsy in May, I was diagnosed with multiple myeloma. And so, yes, for me right now it’s multiple myeloma, but that is not all, there are still highs and joys, and the mundane and the rest, but something like cancer does cast a pretty long shadow.

3 thoughts on “All sorts of things”

  1. …..It!s Always Something …..All Sorts of Things….I’m speechless with your diagnosis yet inspired(but not surprised) with your attitude, humor and grace in embracing it. My daily ‘somethings’ became ever so trivial in an instant. This may be your fiercest competitor yet, however as your past competition knows, you will prevail. You look amazing – hair or not-Stay Strong!!
    Miss ya and Lov ya-Laura

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  2. Love is a man in a buff. (I think I’m going to get Chuck one.) (I might even get Chuck a wig…!! I barely remember him with hair…) Also… I am enjoying your blogging commitment much more than your Stickk.com commitment. : )

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