Long before my diagnosis, our company decided to enter a team in the CIBC's Run for the Cure. It just pushed home the point when I announced my diagnosis. Our team spent weeks having brewery tours, bake sales and flat out begging for money, to which we raised over $2500.
My husband also had a team (immediate family and friends)on the go and by casually mentioning it to people, and not spending every Thursday baking up a storm, ended up raising over $2000. (Final tally not yet had as his company is matching his donation).
We are very pleased by our results..slightly competitive as I figured that since I have breast cancer therefore, I should at least win this race, but sadly he has kicked my ass...next year though will be a different story.
The weather has been great up to this point and it was looking good, until a hurricane decided to change its course slightly and decided to hit our run site. The race started at 10 am and our teams were meeting in the same spot which we thought was a clever spot. Until we discovered everyone else had the same idea as it was the registration spot.
As we are standing under an over hang the light misty rain started to turn to actual rain drops. While we were waiting for the last of B's team to arrive I looked out over the sea of people and I am suddenly confused. (I actually have a reason for this...so wait for it) I turn to B and say "Is that your dad?". Side note: His dad lives 16 hours away. B..looking just as confused...says "Ahh yeah". He and his wife had joined B's team but were suppose to run in their home town..or so we thought. We soon learned that the plan from the beginning was to join us at our location as a surprise...well you did it! It was a surprise..
I immediately called my parents and guilted them into driving down an hour for an after run bbq. I figured one hour vs 16 hours would probably go in my favour.
We lined up, like cattle. I think there was a warm up involved, but by this point the rains had picked up and we were huddling under the largest umbrella I have ever seen. A smart car would have been protected under this thing. B's team went to the front of the pack since they were all running, while my work team hung back and were debating whether we were going to walk the 1km or 5km. Hey, don't judge us!
The start was announced and about 20mins later we were finally going under the start sign. We walk about 500m and start to see the first of the runners coming across the finish...ok this could be a long walk. Just after we passed the 1km mark, we decided the umbrella was too heavy and ditched as we passed one of our cars.
The rain let up, we took off our jackets and were walking happily along. We passed several cars who obliviously didn't know that the run was on as they were stuck in their cars waiting for 1000's of people to go by. I think we were suppose to stick to the side walk, but when you are a large mass you kind of take over. One lady was stuck in the middle of an intersection and decided to roll down her window and smoke...I wish I was joking. Justice was the that she was still there as we rounded back.
But by the time we reached 4km the rains were getting heavier and then the heavens opened up. It poured down in sheets so heavy that it became "white rain". By the time we got to the finish line we were all drenched and the finish line was like a giant mud pool with 1000 of your closest friends. We looked at each other and said..err Bye. I think we all jumped in a puddle at some point back to the cars as we were not going to get any wetter but cleaner would be good.
Afterwards we had our friends and family back for a bbq. It was great to see everyone laughing and telling stories and all I could think is that I am one lucky girl. Present condition excluded.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
The Path Ahead
So the next big day in our adventure was hearing what the pathology report had to say. I was actually looking forward to what the report might NOT say. I know I am backwards but trust me.. this side of the fence is just as crowded.
Today the waiting room was not a ghost town, but I was put in a room quickly and did the change into the Johnny shirt <ties facing forward>. A new Dr came in....and explained that sometimes he and Dr. T help each other out and that way they get to learn each others areas as well. I guess he dealt more with the bottom half of woman than the top half.
He did an examination on me to see how I was healing and then flipped open the report. I felt like I was in a drama show and had to keep waiting past the commercial break to see the next segment. He reviewed the results:
Tumor size: 7.5 cm ...holy shit!
Margin around tumor: they want 5 mm as a clear zone and I had 8...ok lets keep the good news going
Lymph nodes: in 1 of 9 ...yeahhh only thing better would have been 0
Grade: 3 ..well kind of expected that one considering the size
CAT scan: all clear..meaning nothing else anywhere in my body
Wall Motion study: strong heart
That was the basic story of it. There were other parts such as my tumor was negative for estrogen cells which means drugs like Tamoxofin won't work, but really the news was great. It meant that from a cellular level technically I was cancer free.BUT he explained this did not get me out of chemo...damn!
He went out of the room and discussed my report with Dr T and in comes Dr T who did a quick check and was thoroughly disappointed that he had to take all the lymph nodes when only one was positive... I was ok with this scenario. If they had a chance of being infected...take them, I don't want them. Then he basically signed my release form and said...see you in a year! Wow....but then again this is not a department you want to be a repeat visitor in.
I did ask if he had any idea what my chemo rounds would be. He didn't want to guess at all as he said...because of the size of your tumor you will have chemo probably followed by radiation but as for anything else...I have not idea. Well that makes two of us.
At this moment the reality of my original appointment hits me. If I hadn't pushed for an earlier mammogram I cannot image the size my tumor would have been. Dr T was bang on when he said "if you had waited until October there would be nothing I could do for you". He was right as the tumor has grown .5 cm just in the week and a half from the core biopsy to my surgery. Again I say BE YOUR OWN ADVOCATE. My story could be very different had I not been. I shudder at this thought.
As we wave good buy to Dr T and Dr. ? ..enter Nurse L. Who asks how I am feeling...this becomes a very common question asked by everyone..and has nothing to do with my physical health but rather my emotional stability.
I was great. As far as things that could have been in that report I had come out well. She did admit that she was very surprised I didn't have to come back in after I got the drains out. She took them out only because of my persistence but she did say to the other nurse "I really expect her to be back for drainage". Oh no...you see, once you let me get out the door....I am not so good at coming back....until you make me....I guess that means I would be a bad psych patient.
Today the waiting room was not a ghost town, but I was put in a room quickly and did the change into the Johnny shirt <ties facing forward>. A new Dr came in....and explained that sometimes he and Dr. T help each other out and that way they get to learn each others areas as well. I guess he dealt more with the bottom half of woman than the top half.
He did an examination on me to see how I was healing and then flipped open the report. I felt like I was in a drama show and had to keep waiting past the commercial break to see the next segment. He reviewed the results:
Tumor size: 7.5 cm ...holy shit!
Margin around tumor: they want 5 mm as a clear zone and I had 8...ok lets keep the good news going
Lymph nodes: in 1 of 9 ...yeahhh only thing better would have been 0
Grade: 3 ..well kind of expected that one considering the size
CAT scan: all clear..meaning nothing else anywhere in my body
Wall Motion study: strong heart
That was the basic story of it. There were other parts such as my tumor was negative for estrogen cells which means drugs like Tamoxofin won't work, but really the news was great. It meant that from a cellular level technically I was cancer free.BUT he explained this did not get me out of chemo...damn!
He went out of the room and discussed my report with Dr T and in comes Dr T who did a quick check and was thoroughly disappointed that he had to take all the lymph nodes when only one was positive... I was ok with this scenario. If they had a chance of being infected...take them, I don't want them. Then he basically signed my release form and said...see you in a year! Wow....but then again this is not a department you want to be a repeat visitor in.
I did ask if he had any idea what my chemo rounds would be. He didn't want to guess at all as he said...because of the size of your tumor you will have chemo probably followed by radiation but as for anything else...I have not idea. Well that makes two of us.
At this moment the reality of my original appointment hits me. If I hadn't pushed for an earlier mammogram I cannot image the size my tumor would have been. Dr T was bang on when he said "if you had waited until October there would be nothing I could do for you". He was right as the tumor has grown .5 cm just in the week and a half from the core biopsy to my surgery. Again I say BE YOUR OWN ADVOCATE. My story could be very different had I not been. I shudder at this thought.
As we wave good buy to Dr T and Dr. ? ..enter Nurse L. Who asks how I am feeling...this becomes a very common question asked by everyone..and has nothing to do with my physical health but rather my emotional stability.
I was great. As far as things that could have been in that report I had come out well. She did admit that she was very surprised I didn't have to come back in after I got the drains out. She took them out only because of my persistence but she did say to the other nurse "I really expect her to be back for drainage". Oh no...you see, once you let me get out the door....I am not so good at coming back....until you make me....I guess that means I would be a bad psych patient.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Hi Ho.....Hi Ho
Most people think I was crazy to go back to work two weeks after my surgery, but I think I would go crazy if I didn't. I do not recommend this venture for everyone but I have a desk job where I do not move around a whole lot. Unless I put on my headphones and start chair dancing. I did look up the average healing time which turned out to be 6 weeks...6 weeks with me at home not allowed to do anything would have not been good for anyone within a 100km radius. I am not good at not working!
One thing I was not prepared for were the questions I was asked as I left very abruptly two weeks ago. So the main story that went around was that I went on vacation. Not really a holiday if you ask me, but I tried to play along until I said...screw this...people I have cancer. I must admit a perverse side of me did get enjoyment from the jaw dropping. When you go from thinking I was on vacation to having cancer...it is a long distance for the brain workings to have to travel. I debated on telling not telling people but eventually when I go off for chemo I figured...they are going to know...so what difference did it make if they knew sooner?
It was quite liberating to tell people. This way, if my boobs were not in proper alignment at least there was a valid reason. Not sure what another reason would be though??? What was a little uncomfortable was that the second day I was back we started talking about the CIBC Run for the Cure. We had planned to put a team in before my diagnosis but now it seemed awkward. Some people did know...some people didn't know. Plus let's face it...this was a cause that was pretty near and dear now.
All in all my return to work was smooth. I did stop when I got tired but only went home early one day. And the true testament to my appearance came when one of the sales people came up to me a couple of weeks ago and said:
KS: So when is your next appointment
Me: Not until the first of October
KS: So will they discuss what they are going to do then
Me: I hope so
KS: So do you know if you are going to have a mastectomy or not?
Me: <dumbfounded look> ahhh I already had that
KS: <looking at my breast(s)> WHAT!
Damn...I guess the stuffing does work!
One thing I was not prepared for were the questions I was asked as I left very abruptly two weeks ago. So the main story that went around was that I went on vacation. Not really a holiday if you ask me, but I tried to play along until I said...screw this...people I have cancer. I must admit a perverse side of me did get enjoyment from the jaw dropping. When you go from thinking I was on vacation to having cancer...it is a long distance for the brain workings to have to travel. I debated on telling not telling people but eventually when I go off for chemo I figured...they are going to know...so what difference did it make if they knew sooner?
It was quite liberating to tell people. This way, if my boobs were not in proper alignment at least there was a valid reason. Not sure what another reason would be though??? What was a little uncomfortable was that the second day I was back we started talking about the CIBC Run for the Cure. We had planned to put a team in before my diagnosis but now it seemed awkward. Some people did know...some people didn't know. Plus let's face it...this was a cause that was pretty near and dear now.
All in all my return to work was smooth. I did stop when I got tired but only went home early one day. And the true testament to my appearance came when one of the sales people came up to me a couple of weeks ago and said:
KS: So when is your next appointment
Me: Not until the first of October
KS: So will they discuss what they are going to do then
Me: I hope so
KS: So do you know if you are going to have a mastectomy or not?
Me: <dumbfounded look> ahhh I already had that
KS: <looking at my breast(s)> WHAT!
Damn...I guess the stuffing does work!
Monday, September 19, 2011
Back in the saddle
I was determined that I was going to return to work within two weeks. Why? Because I am crazy and not a very good patient. Ok I suck at being a patient. Each day I made goals for myself and by the end of the two weeks the only thing standing in my way was driving my car.
I had talked it over with a friend who was willing to switch cars <hers is an automatic and mine is a standard> but I decided that sooner or later I was going to have to try to drive. I know I was told two weeks before I could drive but 1 week and 5 days is close enough.
It is strange that cleaning windows and vacuuming didn't scare me but driving my stick shift did. It might have something to do with the fact that if something happened I would be in a piece of metal hurling at possibly another car..vacuuming doesn't have those kind of consequences.
I decided I would start with driving around the block and then if all went well I would venture to the grocery store. I know..big plans...BIG. I breathed deeply and jumped in. I started the car up and played with the gears. So far so good...ok let's try motion.
I backed out of the driveway and felt no pain..hmmm. Drove around the block doing about 30kmph ..even old ladies were walking past me...but still no pain. I sped up...I was going to beat those walkers now...and headed out onto the open road...well more like a main artery but it felt like the three minutes I spent driving was like a get out of jail card had just been handed over. I was back in action!
Now this is not to say I didn't experience any pain and I probably would not have ventured too far on this day. I did make a couple of trips around town and even backed out <not into anything> of a spot. I did have to come home and rest my arm but all things considered I was on the mend. It is amazing how the thing you were most scared of turns out to be really nothing while something as simple as raising my right hand has been the biggest challenge. Mind you, this hasn't stopped me from asking a question or going to the bathroom...I am such a rebel.
I had talked it over with a friend who was willing to switch cars <hers is an automatic and mine is a standard> but I decided that sooner or later I was going to have to try to drive. I know I was told two weeks before I could drive but 1 week and 5 days is close enough.
It is strange that cleaning windows and vacuuming didn't scare me but driving my stick shift did. It might have something to do with the fact that if something happened I would be in a piece of metal hurling at possibly another car..vacuuming doesn't have those kind of consequences.
I decided I would start with driving around the block and then if all went well I would venture to the grocery store. I know..big plans...BIG. I breathed deeply and jumped in. I started the car up and played with the gears. So far so good...ok let's try motion.
I backed out of the driveway and felt no pain..hmmm. Drove around the block doing about 30kmph ..even old ladies were walking past me...but still no pain. I sped up...I was going to beat those walkers now...and headed out onto the open road...well more like a main artery but it felt like the three minutes I spent driving was like a get out of jail card had just been handed over. I was back in action!
Now this is not to say I didn't experience any pain and I probably would not have ventured too far on this day. I did make a couple of trips around town and even backed out <not into anything> of a spot. I did have to come home and rest my arm but all things considered I was on the mend. It is amazing how the thing you were most scared of turns out to be really nothing while something as simple as raising my right hand has been the biggest challenge. Mind you, this hasn't stopped me from asking a question or going to the bathroom...I am such a rebel.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Put a sock in it
Now that I am drain free I have to figure out how to stop all of my shirts from pulling to one side. Who knew that having one boob would make so much difference in how your shirts hang. The day after the drains came out I was quick to try to figure out how to make my breast<s> look au natural.
I took my regular bra and started stuffing...geez I must be back in high school. I just dealt with being flat then. No rosebuds now. Now I look back thinking...why did I want these things? Oh yeah...boys like them. Should have dated butt men...I still have lots of that.
So I put on a bra. Looked at the provided sock and thought...wait are there directions? How does this thing go, sideways or up and down. You would think this would be an easy decision but I tried it both ways and neither was working. Plus I was still very tender and could only clip the bra loosely. After much playing with the sock I decided to ditch it and put in the "cutlets" I had from my wedding. Checked with B and he thought it looked good...then I stood up. On what universe this looked natural was beyond me. I had one boob looking National Geographic like and one shooting for the sun..can you guess which was which. Mental side note: only put a sock in it while standing up.
Let's try this again, adjust adjust adjust...ok I think I've got it! One sock + one cutlet =looking semi normal...who knew? Then I sat down and stood up....hmmm...one blew east and one blew west. Damn it! Who knew stuffing your bra was so difficult...I must admit I did look at the kleenex box wondering...do you think I can google how to stuff my bra?
I adjusted once again deciding that checking myself out was going to have to be a common occurrence. Hey baby..how you doin'. The 'rents showed up and my mother walks up the stairs and pronounces loudly...wow they look natural....blush...thanks mom.
So at the young age of 40...I know know how to stuff my bra....and I have had enough of that....Off to La vie en rose I went for the "Figure correcting bra". I may still have to stuff the bra to give it the proper curve until I get a prosthetic, but at least they have more weight and I do not have to adjust so often. So for all those late bloomers out there, throw out the kleenex box and get some bigger cutlets.
I took my regular bra and started stuffing...geez I must be back in high school. I just dealt with being flat then. No rosebuds now. Now I look back thinking...why did I want these things? Oh yeah...boys like them. Should have dated butt men...I still have lots of that.
So I put on a bra. Looked at the provided sock and thought...wait are there directions? How does this thing go, sideways or up and down. You would think this would be an easy decision but I tried it both ways and neither was working. Plus I was still very tender and could only clip the bra loosely. After much playing with the sock I decided to ditch it and put in the "cutlets" I had from my wedding. Checked with B and he thought it looked good...then I stood up. On what universe this looked natural was beyond me. I had one boob looking National Geographic like and one shooting for the sun..can you guess which was which. Mental side note: only put a sock in it while standing up.
Let's try this again, adjust adjust adjust...ok I think I've got it! One sock + one cutlet =looking semi normal...who knew? Then I sat down and stood up....hmmm...one blew east and one blew west. Damn it! Who knew stuffing your bra was so difficult...I must admit I did look at the kleenex box wondering...do you think I can google how to stuff my bra?
I adjusted once again deciding that checking myself out was going to have to be a common occurrence. Hey baby..how you doin'. The 'rents showed up and my mother walks up the stairs and pronounces loudly...wow they look natural....blush...thanks mom.
So at the young age of 40...I know know how to stuff my bra....and I have had enough of that....Off to La vie en rose I went for the "Figure correcting bra". I may still have to stuff the bra to give it the proper curve until I get a prosthetic, but at least they have more weight and I do not have to adjust so often. So for all those late bloomers out there, throw out the kleenex box and get some bigger cutlets.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Out out damn drain
I was told at the beginning of this venture that only 20% of people get their drains out after a week I was aiming towards this goal. I did my exercises, ate well and watch as the drains changed from bright red, to stringy, to yellow with strings to finally yellow. I was 80% positive these drains were coming out, as I was tired of looking like a pregnant quasi modo.
We <B and I> arrived at the hospital with me holding my "pregnant belly". The drains were tucked up in my sweatshirt and I didn't trust them not to fall down; which might have given people a shock as they were in a light pink bag which kind of looked like testicles when they hung down. I figured holding a belly was less damaging to the psyche ...mine as well as passing strangers.
We were escorted into what looked like a supply closet with a bed. I did the change to the Johnny shirt <ties in front> and waited. Nurse L was the first to enter and checked over the dressing <which had all but one strip hanging off...I might have helped this along as the bandage was driving my armpit crazy> and the drains. She said everything looked good...good as in out they come or good as in keep up the good work and we will see you in a couple of days.
We handed over our chart progress and she looked at it. Nurse J enters and reviews the chart, the dressings and the content in the drains. Nurse J is my all star today as she gave the go ahead to take out the drains. They started taking off the bandages around the drains and the room suddenly got very warm. I tried to take off my shoes and they decided I should lay down while they do this. Apply cold cloth to forehead.
As they pulled the first one I could feel it slide across my chest and out it came. There was some discomfort but I was happier to say good riddance. Then they began with the second one. I think this one was somewhere around my armpit as B's eyes got wide as they pulled and pulled and more kept coming out...finally I was drain free! I have the two holes below my chest to prove it...they were like badges of honour..my permanent "gold stars".
Side note: If you are interested in what the drains look like <click here> and remember I had two of these. yeah..I can say had:)
Dr. T then came to take a look. If I was shy about showing my breasts before this point, I now didn't care who saw them...you get over this amazingly quick. The incision was mostly flat with a bump between my breasts and a clump of skin underneath my arm pit<which I refer to as my nubbin'>. Yes my scar runs from the centre of my chest to the other side of my arm pit. At this point the scar is still covered with steri strips which will have to fall off in their own good time. BUT I was now allowed to get in a shower, stuff my bra with a provided "sock" form and get out of the house. Things were looking up.
Dr. T requested a MUGA scan <to ensure my heart was strong enough to withstand chemo> and they checked on the status of my CAT scan. My pathology report would be in on September 8th and we should know more about the tumors he took out then. After barely having time to comprehend the next step a month seems so far away.
Overall I felt like a kid who was just told they were better and could play outside. We hi-tailed it out of that hospital before they changed their minds and I spent the rest of the afternoon laying in the sunshine.
We <B and I> arrived at the hospital with me holding my "pregnant belly". The drains were tucked up in my sweatshirt and I didn't trust them not to fall down; which might have given people a shock as they were in a light pink bag which kind of looked like testicles when they hung down. I figured holding a belly was less damaging to the psyche ...mine as well as passing strangers.
We were escorted into what looked like a supply closet with a bed. I did the change to the Johnny shirt <ties in front> and waited. Nurse L was the first to enter and checked over the dressing <which had all but one strip hanging off...I might have helped this along as the bandage was driving my armpit crazy> and the drains. She said everything looked good...good as in out they come or good as in keep up the good work and we will see you in a couple of days.
We handed over our chart progress and she looked at it. Nurse J enters and reviews the chart, the dressings and the content in the drains. Nurse J is my all star today as she gave the go ahead to take out the drains. They started taking off the bandages around the drains and the room suddenly got very warm. I tried to take off my shoes and they decided I should lay down while they do this. Apply cold cloth to forehead.
As they pulled the first one I could feel it slide across my chest and out it came. There was some discomfort but I was happier to say good riddance. Then they began with the second one. I think this one was somewhere around my armpit as B's eyes got wide as they pulled and pulled and more kept coming out...finally I was drain free! I have the two holes below my chest to prove it...they were like badges of honour..my permanent "gold stars".
Side note: If you are interested in what the drains look like <click here> and remember I had two of these. yeah..I can say had:)
Dr. T then came to take a look. If I was shy about showing my breasts before this point, I now didn't care who saw them...you get over this amazingly quick. The incision was mostly flat with a bump between my breasts and a clump of skin underneath my arm pit<which I refer to as my nubbin'>. Yes my scar runs from the centre of my chest to the other side of my arm pit. At this point the scar is still covered with steri strips which will have to fall off in their own good time. BUT I was now allowed to get in a shower, stuff my bra with a provided "sock" form and get out of the house. Things were looking up.
Dr. T requested a MUGA scan <to ensure my heart was strong enough to withstand chemo> and they checked on the status of my CAT scan. My pathology report would be in on September 8th and we should know more about the tumors he took out then. After barely having time to comprehend the next step a month seems so far away.
Overall I felt like a kid who was just told they were better and could play outside. We hi-tailed it out of that hospital before they changed their minds and I spent the rest of the afternoon laying in the sunshine.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Day by day-Friday to Monday
I am making daily strides and set small goals for myself. Whether it is to move my arm up another inch, put on a T-shirt or make the bed, each brings me a feeling of accomplishment. I do sit there and look at the dust bunnies piling up, the sad look on the dogs face <wondering why I am not taking him for a walk> and the sun outside; but I do realize <while not enjoying having them> my limitations.
By this time B has gone back to work and I am <semi> able to wash my own hair and get out of bed by myself. These things are HUGE. I have read a lot and the gifts that have arrived rival my birthday this year. All I have to say is thank god for fruit!
My appetite is limited but I know it is important to eat, you just become more conscious of what goes in your mouth when you do not feel like eating. I sleep quite a bit and enjoy visits from friends and family to keep me entertained. Dance puppets...dance!
I have stopped peeing teal which is disappointing as it was such a pretty colour compared to the norm, and I am now down to only taking Tylenol 3s before I go to sleep. I am still sleeping on my back with my arm propped up on a special pillow but for the most part I sleep through the night.
I have to admit, the most exciting day was the day B had some errands to do and I decided to venture out in the car. While I might have only sat in the car, I now know what a dog feels like. If I could have physically stuck my head out the window and let the breeze blow through my hair, I would have. <future goal> We were only out for a short time, but being confined to home ground was getting tiresome and I didn't want the drive to end. B took the long way to the last errand as he could sense my "drive faster and further". I sighed when we got home but was excited for another venture if it was only down the street...sad but when they say it is about the little things....I now believe.
Biggest accomplishment: Venturing in public
Most thankful for: Turkey dinner
By this time B has gone back to work and I am <semi> able to wash my own hair and get out of bed by myself. These things are HUGE. I have read a lot and the gifts that have arrived rival my birthday this year. All I have to say is thank god for fruit!
My appetite is limited but I know it is important to eat, you just become more conscious of what goes in your mouth when you do not feel like eating. I sleep quite a bit and enjoy visits from friends and family to keep me entertained. Dance puppets...dance!
I have stopped peeing teal which is disappointing as it was such a pretty colour compared to the norm, and I am now down to only taking Tylenol 3s before I go to sleep. I am still sleeping on my back with my arm propped up on a special pillow but for the most part I sleep through the night.
I have to admit, the most exciting day was the day B had some errands to do and I decided to venture out in the car. While I might have only sat in the car, I now know what a dog feels like. If I could have physically stuck my head out the window and let the breeze blow through my hair, I would have. <future goal> We were only out for a short time, but being confined to home ground was getting tiresome and I didn't want the drive to end. B took the long way to the last errand as he could sense my "drive faster and further". I sighed when we got home but was excited for another venture if it was only down the street...sad but when they say it is about the little things....I now believe.
Biggest accomplishment: Venturing in public
Most thankful for: Turkey dinner
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