Horcrux in the Honker

When I received the news I immediately was reluctant to tell people.   I knew it would be awhile before I had answers to what I was facing and didn’t want to have others hanging on as the news trickled in.   Yet something told me to share it, to scream it out to the heavens, so I did.   I told my family first, close friends, coworkers, classmates, professors and just about anyone that I had contact with on a day to day basis. I read somewhere that when you are battling cancer, you should ask people for what you want, and I wanted people to pray. I have never been an outwardly spiritual person.   If someone tells me they are Catholic or pray I will discuss my beliefs but always quietly so as to not disturb those who don’t believe.   But I don’t think that I can continue that way.   So, I DECLARE (The Office reference) I BELIEVE IN THE HEALING POWER OF PRAYER! I believe that God can intercede and guide the doctors to the cure and heal that which ...

I like to consider myself a Harry Potter fanatic.   I own two different sets of the series (American and U.K. versions), am working on my third (illustrated version) and have read them several times.   I even purchased the Audible versions and have listened to the series at least three times while currently using them to get me to sleep when anxious. But that isn’t the only way Harry Potter is going to get me through this battle.   Some people name their tumors to help with the process but that is a little too much personification for me, so instead I am referring to it as my Horcrux.   “Neither can live while the other survives”.   This is the Horcrux that was never meant to be and needs to be destroyed for me to continue living.   I told my husband and he recommended that we immediately pack our bags to search for the sword of Gryffindor but also keep an eye out on Amazon’s stock of Basilisk fangs.   When I finally find the key to destro...

I really HATE the color pink, so of course I would be destined to join the pink ribbon wearers on July 19 th , 2018.   It all started when I found a small lump.   I didn’t freak out because it was the same spot where I had a previous biopsy/MRI several years ago which ended up being nothing.   After a Dr. visit, several calls to imaging locations, having them reschedule me (that is another angry story but for later), I was on my way to a 3D mammogram, ultrasound, and biopsy.   The radiologist called the next day and I was in the middle of working on a project due for my Mixed Methods course when I heard the words “It’s cancer”. No one ever expects to have the entire course of their life changed in an instance, but I definitely wasn’t.   I was supposed to be planning my honeymoon and finding a house for our future growing family, not tracking down a surgical oncologist and begging them to see me the same day.   I hate that I want to plan for...