Horcrux in the Honker

“Chemo sucks. But if it sucks the cancer right out of you, then Yay Chemo!” – a sign at an infusion center. The outpouring of support and love that my husband and myself have received have been above and beyond what I could have imagined.  From kind words, prayers, flowers, edible arrangements, to chemo care packages, and wigs/hats/scarves.  We have been blessed to be surrounded by so much positivity and love that we are blown away every day.  We pray that God blesses you each in return for lifting us up and keeping us strong.  We couldn’t get through this time in our lives without God and the support of others.  THANK YOU!!  Love, Molly & Kevin P.S. Special shout out to our families! Parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and even cousins twice removed (hee, hee) have been our pillars! 

Given that I was diagnosed with breast cancer at a young age, it was recommended that I complete genetic testing to determine if my Horcrux (cancer) was due to my genetic makeup.   Out of my parent’s four children, I have been the one to have the most medical issues, so with my new diagnoses, I was convinced that it had to be something in my genes.   I met with a genetic counselor and he led me through a patient but extensive breakdown of my family tree and the diseases that exist within the tree, specifically related to cancer.   I have a huge family.   My dad is 1 of 12 and my mom is 1 of 7, giving me about 30 biological cousins.   In reflection, I realized that cancer had taken its toll on my father’s side, however, all the cancer beyond my own, was diagnosed when my family members were 55+ making me the “outlier”.   Well I was born to be “special”, so I guess I’ll take being the outlier.   Fun fact, did you know that a mutation o...

Friday was my first day of battle to destroy the Horcrux.   I was able to see my Surgical Oncologist and Medical Oncologist all within three days of my diagnosis, but they gave me three weeks to see all the other necessary doctors, Cardio, Fertility, Genetics, etc.   After several blood draws, needle pricks, medication exchanges and multiple procedures, I was ready to go.   My treatment is AC 4x every other week then Taxol 12x weekly.   The AC is supposedly the toughest, so I have been praying, hydrating like crazy, and letting others take care of me.   I definitely have had a few dark days and still don’t know what the future holds but I know that God has a will.   I pray that it is the same as mine, but I am ok if he has a different path.   When we were in the waiting room to go back into the infusion room, a nice mother came up to me and gave me a single rose.   She was handing them out to each person going through treatment that d...