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When I found that out I have cancer, I
decided to keep a blog to keep friends and
family up-to-date. You¶ll find new postings at
http://chermcfarland.wordpress.com/ and
I¶ll post monthly summaries here on
scribd.com.
Before writing, I check out the content
on Chip, and if he covers his ears and says
"La, la, la, la" then I don't write it ... so I
promise not to gross anyone out, okay? I
promise!
Cheri McFarland
December 2010
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About six weeks ago, I made an
appointment with Dr. M, a plastic surgeon,
for an abnormal swelling ² I figured my
twelve year old implants were due for an
update. He sent me home with some
antibiotics and explained that the lymph node
system had been overloaded and surgery
might be in order. The antibiotics helped
some, but he was right. In surgery eight days
ago, he removed both implants and left
Vanity, my alter ego, sorely beat-up.
Actually, beat to shit. On Wednesday, he
removed the sutures and delivered the news
² he came across a large mass and took a
biopsy. It was positive. Dr M. had made an
appointment with a surgeon for Wednesday,
December 15th. The new doc¶s prescription:
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Yesterday, Chip and I took Aspen into
see Hagie, her groomer at Marina Pet Spa
near Venice. Hagie and company delighted in
that we brought her ³party mask´ ² a muzzle.
She loves her groomers, but hates being
groomed. As some of you know, ³I love you,
just don¶t touch my hair´ is the motto of our
ferocious ten-pound Schnauzer. It took only
two people to get her gussied up instead of
three. Always before, Hagie¶s job was to stick
his finger in her mouth, but not this time!
The solution worked well.
After spending a wonderful day in rainy
Santa Monica , I called my brother, Bruce or
to me, BF. The conversation went something
like this.
³I was wondering how you were doing «
you can tell me anything or nothing at all.
You¶re call, Cher.´
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³Oh, a vasectomy.´
³Yeah, that. So, you¶ve just had a
vasectomy and your balls are the size of
grapefruits and you¶re about to let someone
stick them in a vice and wait for the squeeze.
Next, you know they¶re going to stick needles
into them and suck out a chunk just to see
what¶s inside. Sounds like fun, huh?´
Grimace.
³Well, think of me when I¶m in there «
because that¶s pretty much what they¶re going
to do! Do we have time for one more?´
³No, I¶d have to carry you out of here.´
³Darn.´ Off to the doctor¶s office. After
the ultrasound and mammogram (which
wasn¶t as bad as all that, but it made a good
story), the radiologist moved me into a
waiting area until the surgeon approved the
biopsies. Text, text, text to Chippie and no
response. I could hear the nurses at the
station, ³Where did all our patients go?´
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Another fun-filled day at Kaiser
Permanente. Our 10:30 oncologist
appointment ended at 3:30; the doctor
ordered a battery of tests after our first visit.
The blood tests were as blood tests go,
sucking vials of the stuff from a vein, not so
memorable. The second one, the CT Scan,
now that was interesting! After drinking a
bunch of chalky liquid, I walked with Chip
around and around the outside of the facility,
and got to watch Chip eat fries and a burger
in the hospital cafeteria . Now, you know
when I think that fries smell good, I¶m damn
hungry. I hadn¶t had anything but a protein
shake at six this morning. As a distraction, I
shopped for hats on-line via my Blackberry
(thinking ahead). Two hours later, I changed
into yet another sexy hospital gown . But this
time, I got to wear my cowboy boots and
socks with it! I think it¶ll be a new trend «
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What else can I say? Not that I¶m totally
surprised, but the nasty little cells have
invaded the liver, lungs, and bones. Just
specks at this point, but whoa shit. I¶ve
explored every path of blame and there¶s
simply no placement « I limited this to a
brief exploration as I can¶t afford to expend
negative energy. So, here we are.
All told, I wouldn¶t trade this point of my
life for anything prior. Finally, my life is as I
always wished it could be. Perfect. And
perfect it will continue to be. Now that brings
us to my family « the best family one could
ever dream up. My son is finally well after
battling a 10-year illness, and I can now go to
sleep knowing I will wake up the next
morning (a few years ago it wasn¶t that way).
And Chippie, I told him last night his
nickname is Luscious, because he is just that.
So there you go. I have a dream life with the
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Survived the first day « wasn¶t nearly so
scary as stories I¶ve heard. I sat in the
turquoise blue salon chair (no, they wouldn¶t
do a pedicure) and watched old episodes of
M.A.S.H. while being pumped full of various
potions. I¶ll tell you, there¶s nothing closer to
instant grog than Benedryl intravenously; I
couldn¶t even hold my head up! Chip
sat alongside and played with the Ipad he got
me for Christmas. After three hours, we left
the Irvine hospital and went over to Lakeview
for the bone scan. Another injection of
radioactive isotopes, went out to lunch and
then back for a half-hour nap in the cradle.
Besides sleeping off the Benadryl from six last
night till 3:30 this morning, I¶ve felt pretty
good « actually better than last week « at
least now there¶s damage control underway.
For the past couple weeks I could actually feel
and see the changes « really a creepy feeling.
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