Germany Again? Excellent!

I'm home; I am resting after flying out to NYC for treatment (yep, what a week). I was able to get my immunotherapy shot, but was also informed that I am dangerously low on my dendritic cells (the part of the white blood cells that boost the immune system and that they use for my treatment). That means I need to head to Germany to engage in an another leukaphresis where they separate my white and red blood cells for harvest. I emailed the clinic just to verify, hoping I could squeak out a few more months before travel, but was graciously informed that it's best to head to Germany ASAP. So, although Dan took off some time for filming, and a few other random days this month, we are hoping that he can take off more time in the next couple of weeks so that he can accompany me for treatment. I kind of see it like a super sexy medical honeymoon. Because there's nothing sexier than life, am I right!?

I'm still on cloud nine from the surprise wedding, and the whirl of my awkward self, filming to share our story. A couple of people have thought I was crazy for being filmed, but I see it as an honor. Our journey has been loud (if you read the blog anyway). It has been hard, and fun, and beautiful, and unexpected, but most of all, it has been an example of following our hearts, of being strong, and true. When we were approached for filming I was hesitant for a little bit, then I thought of the good we could do by sharing what we've gone through. When you get diagnosed with cancer it's like being thrown into a burning ring of fire, and sometimes you can find a way out of the dangerous maze, and sometimes you can't. And it's terrifying. If I wouldn't have explored more than my original option of the neurosurgeon in Wenatchee ("We will put you to sleep and scoop it out."), it is probable that I'd be dead right now - because of the blood clot and dura mater hardening, not to mention the infiltrating nature of the tumor that grew fingers throughout my healthy brain. So much of my healthy brain would be missing - like the controls for my language, and the controls for my physical body. If we wouldn't have researched, and been strategic, and worked tirelessly, it's probable that I wouldn't be alive, or I would be a fraction of the woman I am now.

Why am I alive right now? Why am I not paralyzed any longer on my right side? Why can I read and write and walk and run and research, when originally I couldn't? Why have I been able to overcome so much? Because I am meant to help. I am meant to be a friend to others, to help people navigate and do their best to survive. It is not easy; it's heart breaking. I just received a text today from a brain tumor friend who just found out he is dealing with his second recurrence in less than two years. I want to fix it, but I can't. What I can do is provide solace, and information, and support, and I'm happy to do it. If only I had more power. But the power that I DO have is a voice, and I will broadcast that voice as much as I can to provide information (research, treatments, hope). This cancer life has been a gift of opening my world to amazing people. To immeasurable love and kindness, and at the same time it rips my heart in half. It's bloody and painful, and heart wrenching.

I share my story with the hope that people realize we have choices. That they listen to their hearts, to their intuitions. I hope that people see that in so many things in life we are placed in boxes, on assembly lines (be it treatments, or work, or relationships) but we also have control. That it may be hard, but we can break molds, and surprise ourselves with our own strength.

More of Our Love. I don't want it to end. Ever.

The toasts were beautiful. The love was better than anything I could dreamt of. When my treatment was halted a couple of weeks ago, I panicked and I wrote this, not knowing if I would die. Little did I know that I would have a wedding a few weeks later - a gift from Justin and Sam from Wayfarer - and all of their elfs (although I really want to sneak all of them into my pocket - they have island souls, the kindness.) I write and I often never share - shocking but true, but this is something I wrote and shared at our surprise wedding. I am grateful for life. I am grateful for Dan's love. I am grateful that we have worked so hard that I am still here. This poured out of my heart on the flight home when I was denied a treatment because of bureaucracy. I didn't know if I would be able to continue my treatment and it terrified me. But I am here, and if anyone needs help that that's why I believe I'm alive. I will help you the best I can.

"During my life there have been so many people that have been gracious, that have been patient. That have been forgiving, and supportive. There are all these beautiful souls that have surrounded me, raised me, protected me. They have enveloped me with love, a cocoon. But when I go home, when the lights are low, and real life hits, Dan has always been there. In those dark moments I am never alone. I get engulfing hugs, big bear embraces. He wipes away my tears, then he cries with me. From the incisions and scabs, and staples and bald days, and my original wordless existence. My lack of humor. The stress he has endured from my inability to hold a fork, or walk on my own. The days when I couldn't lift my own arm to shave, and dan would pick me up and put me in the tub. He would shave me, never with disgust, only with kindness and a flirt here or there. I don't know how I have been so blessed, so blessed that he was attracted to me even at my worst. It still surprises me, but I'll tell you what - I don't take it for granted

I wrote a note before Dan and I ever dated and wildly he fit every single dream. Sometimes life is so big that you can't even describe the love in your heart. And that is how I feel about Danny. My Danny. I've never liked the idea of a person "completing" me, but crap, he does. After eight years I still sense him before he walks into the house. I feel him from afar, as does he to me - I thank god, I thank this Earth, I thank the magic that is life, for that. I've never been so loved and I have never loved so deeply. It's weird, and I know that this doesn't happen for everyone, which makes it even more of a gift, that Dan's heart and mine are so connected that it's inseparable.  Linda had no idea about the role that Dan would have in my life. How needed and desired he is. How appreciated. He is my angel. Linda, you gave Dan the gift of life, and that's what Danny gives me everyday. You did that. And I thank you so much."