This picture was taken during our fun farm to table employee photo shoot last month.  I couldn't do ANY of this without that amazing                                                        man, I love you Richard Donaldson and truly thank God that he blessed me and my family with you.

            This picture was taken during our fun farm to table employee photo shoot last month.  I couldn't do ANY of this without that amazing                                                        man, I love you Richard Donaldson and truly thank God that he blessed me and my family with you.

It all started when...

Here is the story of how it all started.  Below will be more of a timeline, and I will elaborate on things in different posts in the days to follow.

July 17: Richard had left town for a business trip, and I was relaxing at home and accidentally rubbed my left breast, maybe scratching, haha!  Who knows, but that second I knew it was not just something to blow off.

July 18: I called the next morning, Monday and got an appointment for the next day at Harrington Cancer Center.

July 19:  When I got there, I honestly thought I would be out of there in 3o minutes, trying to convince myself it was "nothing".

I was whisked from the mammogram to the ultrasound room and straight to a biopsy.  The moment the ultrasound technician started measuring on the screen will be forever emblazoned in my brain..  The mood in the room shifted, gone were the smiles and jokes, replaced with knowing looks of concern and empathy.  It was all going just a tad too fast..  Nurses confirming that it was indeed cancer, but the radiologist not willing to admit that just yet.  The official results would come on Thursday.

July 21:  Results were finally in at the end of the day, a VERY long day.  Stage 2 Invasive lobular breast cancer.  3.8 cm grape sized tumor in my left breast with a tiny cluster in my left lymph nodes.  Ok, we can tell you that the air was sucked out of the room at this point, but once we heard the words "85% survival rate" we started to breath again.  We still were waiting on the results from the ER/PR & HER2 receptors.  That result would dictate treatment.  We were scheduled immediately with our surgeon and our oncologist for Monday, August 1..  The weekend would prove to be a very long weekend which was good and bad.  This will start to be a recurring theme, the waiting through a weekend.

July 27:  We found out the result of my hormone receptors were for all practical purposes "good" meaning my ER/PR tested positive and my HER2 tested negative, 

August 1:  We met with our amazing surgeon Dr. Rakhshanda Rahman at Texas Tech, who we absolutely love.  In fact I have a girl crush on her, she's a tiny thing with a buzzing energy that is hard to miss.  She explained that with the type of tumor I have, which we found out is only 10-15% of the tumors they see, that treatment would be tricky, but with our meeting with our oncologist later in the day, she felt sure we were on the right path.  Later that afternoon we met with Dr. Anita Ravipati, affectionately called "Dr. Rav".  Coincidentally we were in the EXACT same room where my  mom was told her disease had progressed to Acute Leukemia just weeks before she died.  Needless to say this was an emotional jolt to my system.  Both doctors consulted with each other and told us chemo, then surgery then radiation would be my best course.

August 5:  I spent the morning not eating, drinking getting ready to have my port implanted.  

August 8: Monday morning will be my first Chemo treatment.  Bring on the prayers, luck, charms, mojo, whatever you got, I'll take it.