First let me say thank you to all of you who are reading my blog. I honestly feel that as the night winds down I am talking to someone and they are listening.
Today was weird.
I woke up feeling, well, down.
I am woman enough to admit that I am scared about this echocardiogram,
because I need my heart to be okay to be able to get this treatment.
I woke up this morning and the first thought that came to my
mind was, ‘OMG I have this test tomorrow, what happens if my heart isn’t strong
enough?’
It was a weird state of anxiety and panic, I never felt.
I read emails, wrote emails, read the news, everything I
could think of not to think about this test. But it was there. Forefront.
This is important. I need to pass this test to get the Enhertu
clinical trials.
I asked the oncologist, ‘what if I don’t pass’ to which she
replied, we’ll find another way.
This treatment is miraculous. I can’t not pass. I have never
woken with panic.
I plan to drink decaf tomorrow and not have my daughter
drive me so my heart can relax.
It was a strange day of lots of things going through my
mind.
Then I opened the door to leave for errands.
There outside my door was a HUGE box, all around it was
marked ‘gift’. It was from a reader, a fan and amazing person, Carla.
The card inside the box held the words I needed to read.
Encouragement, strength, you got this.
She sent me a beautiful quilt as you can see by the picture
and snacks from Canada.
My anxiety day started to lessen and when I checked my mail
box when I got home, there were three cards or support!
It was as if fate and God were telling me to Chill.
I read those cards, those inscriptions, closed my eyes and
said a gentle thank you to God.
I know I am going to have bad days. This was one of those
not so strong ones, but the moment I got down, I got signs. The cards, the box.
All of them uplifted me.
I’m still terrified about tomorrow, but I also know, there is nothing I can do to change the
outcome of the test.
No caffeine or Allie and her aggressive driving.
It is what it is.

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