The twins were born about nine months ago. It was a wonderful experience for me and my husband and despite a NICU stay, and some hiccups (aka Louie, my drama queen), I felt very grateful to have my boys in the world and relatively healthy.
At that same time, however, some serious drama was unfolding with my family. Drama that wasn’t mine to talk or write about despite the fact that it took up a large part of my consciousness. I have gained the necessary permissions so I can tell you all this story now.
You see, in June, while I was lying on my side on mandatory bed rest, doctors found a tumor in one of my sister-in-law, Sadie’s, bronchial tubes. This was after months of horrible coughing and a general deterioration in her health.
Scary is an understatement. The stats on lung cancer are grim and it took two different procedures to get enough tissue to get a sample for testing. Meanwhile, I’m stuck in the hospital by myself and wishing there was something, anything I could do. I’m a doer and lying around waiting to heal from a c-section is pretty much the opposite of doing anything. Well, I was pumping milk, which gave me plenty of time to stew and worry and maybe cry, but didn’t make me feel one iota better about not being there for my brother or his wife.
We spent three painful days waiting for results and when they came in it was official: she had cancer. She had just turned thirty and in the course of six months a tumor had developed that was so large it had managed to collapse one of her lungs. Doctor’s surmised that pneumonia had set in there and that it would stay as long as the lung was unable to work properly. All in all, it was a pretty hellish diagnosis.
The good news, if you can call it that, was that it was not lung cancer. It was actually a form of lymphoma with a fantastic remission and treatment rate.
Last month, after a six rounds of chemo, Sadie was declared cancer free. These days instead of planning her life around oncology appointments, rounds of chemo, and PET scans, he’s busy planning a trip to London with my brother. We are all so happy and relieved and hope that this is behind us for good.
When the American Cancer Society asked me if I would tweet about about their big Final Four event this weekend, I jumped at the chance. I mean, I was surprised, but glad that I could do something when I’ve felt so completely useless in the past. They are a great organization with a fantastic website that I have turned to often when I need more information.
So this weekend I’ll be attending The Coaches’ Huddle Cocktail Reception in New Orleans–an event that occurs in conjunction with the Final Four Basketball Tournament. There will be music, food, and lots of basketball people that I know nothing about. It’s also going to raise a ton of money for cancer research which is my idea of a wonderful cause. Everybody should get great statistics. Everybody should get a fighting chance.
So. . . I’ll be tweeting the hell out it on Friday plus posting pictures and whatnot. Hubs and I will be dressing our best! Please don’t expect much sports talk–I don’t have any. If you live in the New Orleans area and want more information, visit their Facebook Page. If you want to buy tickets, check out their website.