
During our little soirée my home phone and then cell phone rang. It was Dr. Grant. He let me know that the pathology came back and of the 9 lymph nodes they took during surgery on Wednesday, a total of 6 had cancer. Once I got over the disappointment I realized that it does not mean one thing. It does not matter. It does not change anything. It doesn't diminish my fortitude in the least. It just means that when I have my mastectomy in the spring they will have to do a complete resection, dissection, bisection or some "ection" to remove ALL of my lymph nodes under that arm.
I have been trying to come up with a mantra to help me during the more trying times. I have had this strong, solid peace since day one. Of course I have my boo hoo moments but for the most part, I have had peace. I cannot take credit for it. It is all God. I feel His hand on my shoulder and have since the first minute. The Our Father has been my prayer. But a little mantra might be nice. I am open to all suggestions.
I do have a visual that I have been using when I take my pills each night. Since I am such a dog lover, this has been a good one for me. As I take my pills I am picturing these German Shepherds...big, beautiful, strong, gorgeous specimens of watch/guard/attack dogs.

There are a bunch of them and they are SERIOUS animals!
As I am swallowing my pills an invisible handler lets them loose......and they attack. They are viscous and they attack with fervor. But they only go after the bad guys (cells). They do their job them come back to lick my face and sit obediently at my feet until I need them again. I am sure this sounds loco. It really makes no sense if you think too much about it but it is working for me...so I am going with it.
In addition to His grace, your phone calls, prayers, cards, letters, e-mails and love lift me up daily. Thank you.
xoxo