Hi Friends. We're having a really good summer. Lydia finished school just this past Thursday, and we've already been kayaking on Lady Bird Lake and swimming in Barton Springs. Guthrie continues to crack me up. Oh, and two weeks ago, I found out I have
Ductal Carcinoma in
Situ. Breast Cancer. So here's the deal. I'm in Stage ZERO. I went in for my very first mammogram - my baseline - and they found some calcification in my left breast. (*chortle*- now I"m blogging about my BOOBS. Finally!).
So, my prognosis is beyond excellent. I'll have a lumpectomy (or as my doctor calls it - breast conservation surgery - so green sounding!) followed by several weeks of daily radiation treatments. In the meantime I'm avoiding animal fats and sugar (um, except dark chocolate, of course). I'm also swimming, kayaking, walking, and drinking lots of very fresh juice. My goal is to have the biopsy from the lumpectomy be cancer free, in which case, I might just try and talk my way out of the radiation.
In a nutshell: I am UNBELIEVABLY lucky, and I have the most mild case of cancer imaginable. And by the end of the summer, it will be completely over.
Weird, huh? Plus, now that I'm suddenly so health conscious I'm in the strange position of being healthier because I have a wee little bit o' the cancer. Ironic, right?
The awkward part? Wanting people to know, but not really wanting to tell anyone. So feel free to talk amongst yourselves.
The other really awkward part? Feeling so damn lucky. Early detection, non-invasive, relatively easy, standard, proven treatment. I have a handful of good friends who are really duking it out with this disease right now, where as I'm involved in some kind of thumb-wrestling match. I thank God every day. For my luck, and for the continued health and improvement for my friends.
So there you have it. Now it's out there. My boobs, always so cooperative and dare I say out-going and fun, have suddenly rebelled against me. And so soon after I finally invested in a really good Victoria's Secret collection of bras!
C'est la vie. It was time I started caring more about a supportive sports bra anyway.
Besos!
Emily
Brit's outrageously gorgeous sister got married on June 6th. Here she is with her husband Todd and her step-son, Kross. Kross is a bit more than a year older than Guthrie, and Guthrie talks about him constantly. They're a gorgeous family.
Guthrie and Nate spent the entire afternoon playing together. So, not only did we get this great guy Todd in our family, and his amazing son Kross, but Todd is sharing his brother and sister in law, and their two kids with us, too! I love adding as many cousins as we can muster into the mix.
Oh, and I saw a peahen with two peaCHICKS on the grounds where they held the services. Baby peacocks - so cool!
