you don't know us from Adam, but we and banana-mom (MIL) may well be in your area around the time of your surgery. If it miight possibly cheer you up, we'd be happy to visit or invite you to join us at the airforce museum.

Go Bri!

Good luck!

Bri,
I am in awe of your courage. I'm starting chemo March 3rd, and it's nowhere near as intensive as yours(I hope), but I'm wimping out big time. So much for macho. Hang in there, and be my hero, and maybe I can absorb some of your courage vicariously.
God bless.

Good luck to you as well Spud!

Right on, Bri did it, and spudcon can too. Nothing but winners here.

You are beautiful. I am rejoicing with you.

haven't been here in a while----nice to see the posts. monster--the AFM is about 15 min. from where I live---let me know when you are coming and if I am able I would love to meet you all!!


Spud--I had no idea. look, it's truly a bitch but not a TOTAL bitch. If there is anything I can do----any info, a shoulder to cry on (although pretty much everyone here in the cellar is a positive force for good health and a great shoulder,too) any weird experiences....like, no one told me about all the emotions, the weird dreams, the weird cravings....goood luck, my friend. I'm a complete wimp---if I can do it, anyone can do it.

how many rounds are you getting?

One treatment a week for six weeks, then 30 days off, then check for growth, then one a week fo three weeks, then 30 days off, continuing but decreasing for two years. Eventually, I'll be an old pro at it.
Thans, Bri for the encouragement, and thanks to the rest of you folx too.
Joe

That's a lot of rounds! do you know the kind of chemo you're to be getting? the drug name?





(yay! my ativan is ready!)

Bacillus Calmette-Guerin. Yes, it's a lot of rounds, but I've been fighting this for a long time. They tell me the cure rate is good with this stuff.

Hope it goes well spud. I'm sure you'll get through it well.

I say we all meet at Bri's hospital, bribe the recovery room nurse, dress like insane clowns, and be there when she wakes up.

There once was a woman who woke up one morning,
Looked in the mirror and noticed she had only three hairs on her head.

Well,” she said, “I think I’ll braid my hair today?”
So she did and she had a wonderful day.

The next day she woke up,
Looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head.

“H-M-M,” she said, “I think I’ll part my hair down the middle today?”
So she did and she had a grand day.

The next day she woke up,
Looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head.

“Well,” she said, “today I’m going to wear my hair in a pony tail.”
So she did and she had a fun, fun day.

The next day she woke up,
Looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn’t a single hair on her head.

“YEA!” she exclaimed, “I don’t have to fix my hair today!”

So you're saying we should from some kind of insane clown posse???

Braid My Hair -- Randy Owen

She could be the first female president
Or be the doctor who’s experiment
Finds the cure to what she’s in here for
But right now treatments keep her sick in bed
That baseball cap never leaves her head
And while she sleeps I sit and dream
One day I asked her what do you wanna do when you grow up
I soon found out I wasn’t dreaming big enough

She said, I’m gonna ride my bike, I’m gonna climb a tree
Gonna fly a kite, score running little league
I’m gonna go to school, make a friend, be able to run again
Take off my mask and just breathe in the air
But most of all I’m gonna braid my hair

She could question God, Lord, knows I would
She could just give up, I don’t think I could be that strong or fight so long
How can such a little girl have such big faith
And even through the pain she still prays, saying, God will make a way

For me to ride my bike, for me to climb a tree
I’m gonna fly a kite, and score running little league
I’m gonna go to school, make a friend, be able to run again
And take off my mask and just breathe in the air
But most of all I’m gonna braid my hair that’s down to my waist
Then I’ll get it cut so they can make
Locks of love for some little girl who’s just like me
Wonders if she’ll ever be

Able to ride her bike, able to climb a tree
Able to fly her kite, and score running little league
Able to go to school, make new friends, be able to run again
Take off her mask and just breathe in the air
And most of all she can braid her hair
She can braid her hair