Wednesday, August 22, 2007

NO LIGHTNING





Dear sisters,

So, lightning does not strike and divide up the earth when you get the diagnosis of breast cancer. Rather it is preceded and followed by waiting rooms in various pastel hues, Oprah's magazine telling you you can do ANYTHING you want, and many forms explaining your right to privacy as a patient. Your childrens still demand their chocolate milk and refuse to eat their vegetables. Your car could still do with a visit to the car wash.

It might be a good time to do it. It is practical and simple.

The sun does seem to shine a little brighter and the music definitely sounds a little sweeter, while I adjust to the idea of it all. I am that young mother with two young children. It really is me they are talking about. Reading is very enjoyable at the moment. The many calls of support do me good. I love A. and the kids more than ever.

I really have no intention of not getting well, so it is a question of getting through the treatments. Right? I am worrying about gaining weight and getting flaky skin, a common side effect, and I am having wild fantasies about the long blonde curly wig I will choose when I lose my hair. (One MUST always make the most of a situation). They advise you to get a colour slightly lighter than your natural (?) hair colour as the chemo does tend to make you rather pasty faced. I am familiar with that concept.

Anyway, it is the calm before the storm. The date for removal of the "lump" has not been set. It will be within the next week or two. We are going to get a 2nd opinion at a breast care center, just to hear a different point of view and maybe to move to a specialised center. In the meantime, I am ironing name tags onto Jip's new school uniform. He starts kindergarten tomorrow. We are sending him to the local Catholic school which is just two blocks down the road and has a large proportion of red heads enrolled. I tried explaining who God is, but I don't think I did a very good job. It didn't appeal to Jip much. Now I just have to get him to stop calling it the "God school" before tomorrow.


Love S1.

7 comments:

scatteredsisters said...

Dearest Sister One,
A blog will have things in it and it will have things out of it, which remain unsaid. Thank you for your openness. Let's see if I can live up to the term sister for you as you have done for me so many times. More power to you.
Big kiss,
Sister two

Rudy Bouma said...

Lieve Clair,
Ik weet niet of het de bedoeling is dat ik reageer op deze 'sisters-site' maar wil je toch laten weten dat we enorm geschrokken zijn door dit klote-nieuws. Moet denken aan ons gesprek in de Supperclub over jullie Grote Stap & fantastische ambities. En dan dit...
Lieve Clair, ook namens Carol enorm veel sterkte bij het overwinnen van die ellendige ziekte, en dat Allard, Jip & Rosie je maar tot steun zullen zijn.
Big hug, Rudy & Carol

Michiel said...

You will look smashing, with that long blond curly wig.

Luchie said...

Coolest chick in town (even with bc). Rock on, you love of my life. A.

Anonymous said...

Ik denk aan je.
Veel liefs, Alex

Lotte said...

Lieve Claire,

Ook al zijn we nu even ver weg, wij voelen ons ook heel dichtbij jullie.

Alle sterkte en liefs,

Reinier & Lotte

scatteredsisters said...

dear Claire ,

I send you all my love and extra strong super power strength
i love you very very very very very very very much
thinking of you
sister three