Blessings In Disguise

Welcome to the THIRD post of the Saving Second Base project!

Today’s contributor is Kim
Read Kim’s post from last year’s Blogging For Boobs
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My Mom is my best friend and hero. Her strength continues to amaze me. I want to thank Rachel and Tricia for donating their time and blogs to help find a cure for Breast Cancer. Every single penny that goes to the Susan G Komen Foundation is a step closer to a cure. And at the end of the day I don’t want anyone else to have to watch a love one fight the ugly battle of breast cancer. ~ Kim

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I struggle finding my faith.

Breast Cancer is the catalyst to that statement.

My Mom has breast cancer.
Diagnosed with Stage 4 in January 2009.
She will not win her battle no matter how hard she fights the cancer.
Yet she fights and doesn’t stop living or laughing. Thankfully.

A few months back my Mom was told that the cancer had finally metastasized to her bones. Scans showed that it was in her neck and spine and that she needed to start chemotherapy immediately.

I sat across from her Doctor asking him questions like “how come none of her prior tests picked up on the growth?” His answer was “it is baffling why one scan shows the growth and another does not but as a precaution she needs to start chemo tomorrow to slow the process”.

He did not give her a time frame on how long she had, just that once it metastasizes to the bones is very painful but they will do all they can to keep her comfortable. Then I heard a ton of blah, blah blah as he explained that the new chemo drugs and the plan of action they would take.

My Mom walked out of the office with a great poker face. I was mad as hell inside. I cried. I cried until my body was dehydrated of tears.

My sisters and I knew that we would not have much more time. We knew the chemo would destroy the fight she still has in her.

The very next day I drove my Mom to her first round of chemo treatments. We walked in and my Mom chose a chair. A random reclining chair that was one of many outlining the parameter of the room. She didn’t want to be in front of the TV. Said it annoyed her. I didn’t care. It took all of me not to cry every time I looked at her. I wanted to run and hide like a toddler.

My Mom knew everyone of the nurses in the chemo area. One nurse actually said “No, not you again”. They both laughed uncomfortably at the statement.

It took an hour for the poison to be administered. In that time we read the brochure on the drug Abraxane. I analyzed the side effects over and over. It is supposed to be a less abrasive chemo drug. “Slows the process, blah blah blah”

I don’t remember driving her home. Or myself. I was so far in my head I suppose.

The very next day her doctor called her. And then she called me. And then I yelled at her.

I yelled at my Mom for not wanting to sue the asses off her doctors.

“We read the reports wrong, it was not cancer growth we saw, it is bone growth”.

Read that again.
Yes, this really did happen to her.

My Moms doctors poisoned her for no reason.
They read the report wrong and apparently is happens all the time.
Her doctor really did say that to her.

15 days later my Mom lost all of her hair.
And now she is back to popping a “band-aid” pill to help slow the process of the cancer. She doesn’t want to sue because she doesn’t want to put any energy she has into fighting that battle. She wants to focus on living her life for her, her kids and her grand kids.

My Mom keeps fighting. Thankfully.

I struggle finding my faith.
But I see the lining of this blessing .

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Kim says: “It was typically a rainy day when my Mom would make these. My sisters and I would eat them from the second they came out of the oven.  We would actually fight if one ate more than another did.  They even taste incredible cold!!  This is one recipe that will forever be dear to my heart because my Mom always knew that when she made these we would all beg for her to save some!!”

Want to know how you can help? or be a part of this project?

• Tricia and I have created a facebook page: Saving Second Base Please “like” us and help spread the word!
• We’re on TWITTER!!! @Savng2ndBase (i know it’s missing an i but someone already HAS saving2ndbase and isn’t using it :-{ ) Follow us and spread the word!
• Post our button

  

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• Send us your story and recipe: one that reminds you of/celebrates someone who has fought with, is living with, is kicking cancer’s ass, has lost the fight…. send a story, a recipe, a blurb with recipe, a memory with recipe, a tribute with recipe… and pictures.. a picture of the person.. a picture of the recipe (preferably both) but either works. Please send this to: Breastcancerebook@gmail.com and we’ll send you the release to sign and love you forever and ever and ever 😉
• We’re going to post at least one recipe and story every. single. day in October on A Southern Fairytale and on Once A Month Mom and then we’ll compile all the stories and recipes into an e-book that can be purchased and EVERY SINGLE SOLITARY cent will be donated to the Susan G Komen Foundation. (Tricia and I are not taking a single solitary cent for any of this)
• Tweet with #saving2ndbase

Let’s help kick cancer’s ass and save those ta ta’s!

And remember y’all… Save a Life, Grope Your Wife 🙂

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Help spread the word by linking back here in your recipe posts, please 🙂