This and that

I have been training for the 3-Day Walk, and though my muscles ache it feels great. Last week I walked for 12 miles (three days, four miles per day), which is my best exercise week since treatment started. I have a lot of incentive to walk because I want to be prepared for the 3-Day, because I want to lose weight, and because I want to be a good role model for Tessa, but today I receive this information:
http://www.breastcancer.org/research_diet_072705a.html
...which gives me some great information about reduced rate of recurrance and death for women who exercise 3-5 hours per week. I have chosen very aggressive treatment plans, some of which only reduce my risk of recurrance by a couple of percentage points (radiation is one of these), so even the small drop in risk of recurrance through exercise is substantial. I have a long, long way to go, but I'm working on it and doing my best! (This is a reminder to myself that I should work out tomorrow. I meant to today, but did chores instead. Tomorrow, I walk!)

And in other thoughts...
Tessa has entered the age of three with a vengeance. I've heard from other mothers that three is a difficult age for many kids, and Tessa is proving no exception. We have had some impressive temper tantrums lately - yikes! Fortunately, her sweet moments are sweeter than ever, so that keeps me sane when I'm thinking that I'll lose my mind from the latest tantrum.

Funny moments from Tessa:
- The other day, as we were reading, Tessa asked, "Mommy, why do you slobber on the book?" It took me a moment to realize what on earth she was talking about, until she pointed out that I had licked my finger a bit before turning the page because the pages were stuck. I swear I didn't slobber, but she sure had me laughing.
- As we left Tessa's pony-party, Tessa got very concerned and cried out, "Oh, no! We forgot! We have to go back!" It took us a bit to realize that she thought that she got to KEEP the pony. OOPS! Sorry, kiddo, no backyard ponies for us!
- Auntie Rene' and Uncle Mel gave Tessa some birthday money to go buy herself something. We went to the toy section at Target and picked out two toys, and then we went to the check-out to purchase them. Proudly, Tessa handed the cashier the money, and the cashier bagged the toys and handed us a receipt. As we walked away, Tessa got very upset, and yelled, "I want my money back!" I guess she mostly sees debit cards - which are, indeed, returned - and she was very startled that the lady took her money. This was very amusing until it turned into a full temper tantrum, complete with screaming and stamping of feet. Anyway, the cashier seemed amused...phew!

Tomorrow I am making Dr. Rinn a full dinner and bringing it to her office. She's a busy woman and has two small children, and doesn't get to cook very often (by her own admission). I have really wanted to thank her for her excellent treatment, but it's been hard to know what to get her. Well, I decided that a full dinner was the ticket. I'm making shrimp creole, rice, salad, broccoli, and brownies, and I'm sending them along with a bottle of wine and some fresh bread. It's not much to say "Thank you for helping to save my life," but it's a start. I adore Dr. Rinn and I hope that she understands how her kindness, as well as her professionalism and knowledge, have permanently left their mark on me.

On Thursday I have a number of appointments again - Dr. Rinn follow up (during which I need to ask about the horrible aches I have in my joints, which are likely side effects of Taxol but actually make me dream of pain and keep me up sometimes) and another infusion of Herceptin, in addition to radiation. The Herceptin takes a full hour, which is a pain, but c'est la vie. (Herceptin has been shown to reduce the rate of recurrance for my kind of cancer by 52%. That is mighty impressive, and I'll take it!) I have upcoming appointments to talk to an oncology gynecologist, and a plastic surgeon, and to get fitted for the lymphedema sleeve, as well. I am still Cancer Patient.

I have completed 10 of my 33 radiation appointments. So far, I'm just a bit pink/tanned on that part of my chest. I get tired, but I feel 1000% better than I did during chemo, so I'm not complaining about that yet.

Slowly, I'm trying to return to my normal life. This is a week of birthday parties (mostly for Tessa's PEPS group - the birthdays are all close together) and doing chores around the house. Today I donated another batch of "cancer books" to the Swedish Cancer Institute library, for other patients to use. I want to move on.

I must get to bed. Good night, all!
Kristina