Bobbi was holding onto my side as our old motorcycle was flying down a hill. I asked her about stopping for breakfast and then realized I was dreaming. It was 2:00am in the morning, she had her arm around me, wide awake. It sure felt real. I rolled over and asked why she was awake, told her my dream, and before I knew it we were sitting in our living room having coffee. Her 6th Chemo was yesterday and we traveled through two snowstorms on the journey south and coming back. Roads were icy and winds gusts of 35mph were reported. We knew that snow was expected, the TV announced winter storm warnings for the last two days. Had to make the trip though. Roads were terrible but Twisty has got to go. The treatment went as expected and the cocktail absorbed. We now wait until a scan in two weeks to see if she can have the surgery performed. The scan was planned for Monday but the powers to be want to see the full impact of todays treatment. If the tumor in her pancreas shrunk then surgery will be about 30 days from today. We’re hoping so. How screwed up is this? Hoping to undergo a Whipple procedure. WTF. But it is what it is and messed up choosing this fighter to mess with. She is determined to kick its butt no matter what.
So here we sat, up at 2:00. Years back it was our bedtime! Bobbi, out of no where brought out the hair clippers and said let’s do this. A half hour later we each had bald heads. Screw you cancer! You will not have the power today, not EVER. We may look like a couple of eggs to others, but have a battle at hand and will not give it the upper hand. Period.
Bobbi’s friends and family, people she never met, are amazing. A once lonely struggle has evolved into one where many have lit their candles, said their prayers, and are sharing their love.
She shared the photos with friends on Facybook, and tweeted them out on our 100,000+ strong Twitter account (see here) She looks and is beautiful. Hair, no hair, matters little at this time. A simple haircut empowered her and wasn’t emotional in any way. We are talking life and death and the later is unacceptable.
I don’t know when a full nights sleep will return. I want so badly to swing my fists at this terrible disease. Beat it to a pulp and then take the boots to it. I stopped the wondering of why and not possible. We are not going to back down and feel pity. Many are climbing their mountains and life isn’t easy for any of us. Life certainly isn’t for the weak. If so it’ll run over you and bring you down. When push comes to shove everyone has the power to give it their best shot. Amazing things can happen when you believe and take a no prisoners attitude. It may start out by knocking you out, and down, attempt to strip you of your dignity and faith, but you slowly get back up, even if you can’t see straight and unsure if you can stand, and fight. May lose a few battles, but will win this war. May bend in the wind but not breaking. Screw you cancer. Not today.