
A picture I took in Minnesota while out on my unce's boat.
School started for me last week. I'm actually very glad to be back taking classes and keeping my mind busy. I'm only going part-time, taking Global Citizenship (required) and Biology, as I was advised radiation will cause a great deal of fatigue.
Aside from school, I've been trying to get my next step in this breast cancer journey started:
RadiationI should've started by now.. and am a little frustrated and nervous because I haven't. I contacted the lady I need to about getting my Breast Cancer Medicaid in order so that I can meet with a Radiation Oncologist. But it seems to always be a waiting game...
Deep breath.
Last night, I went with Alan to his Uncle Pete's birthday party. While there, I met a former breast cancer surgeon from Salt Lake City, who apparently is very well-known and respected in the area. His name is Dr. Hugh Hogle. (I didn't know this until after I had a conversation with him and Alan told me that I had basically just talked to a celebrity.)
He was sitting on the couch and I had made eye contact with him, smiled and looked back down at my plate of food. Something about the way he had looked at me said he wanted to talk to me and when I looked back up at him, I saw him waving for me to come over. I sat down next to him and he put his hand on my arm as he tried to explain that he used to be a breast cancer surgeon. I say "tried", because after sitting with him for a few minutes, I could tell that it was very difficult for him to say what he wanted to. He struggled to get the words out and would say, "Watch." as he drew a word or a number in the air with his finger. At one point he called his wife over and she explained to me that he had a stroke 15 years ago while fishing in Brazil, which unfortunately altered his ability to continue his practice. It left him with limited mobility of his right arm and diffulty with speech.
I sat with him for a while, as he wanted to know about my surgery and where I was from. When I told him I was from Maine, he told me how he went to an all-boys boarding school just outside of Boston. He knew of Mercy Hospital where I had all three surgeries and he had been to Minneapolis (to my knowledge, not the same hospital). It was more than obvious to me that he had a great love for what he did as a breast cancer surgeon. I found out later that his mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and had a mastectomy.
He still meets with some of his former patients once-a-month for breakfast and is every bit passionate about helping women diagnosed with the disease. In 1996, he wrote a book called, "Our Gift of Love", which consists of some of his former patients' individual breast cancer stories. He invited me to join them for breakfast, as I told him how lonely it is for me here in Salt Lake City not knowing anyone going through breast cancer. What a blessing this connection is for me! And he even offered to give me a copy of his book, which I am very eager to read! When I said goodbye to him, he gave me a big hug and I knew that this man truly cared about my well-being (both physical and emotional). He came in to my life for a reason. :)
Inspite of all that I worry about day-to-day, I am still happy. I continue to remind myself that it could be a lot worse. Even in the face of adversity, I have to persevere. Each day is a new day and I must do what I can with it. I still plan for the future and hope that I have the chance to make a difference in someone's life because of what I've gone through. Just as Dr. Hogle did for me. :)
I really think this quote says it all: