Do you live in Virginia? Do you know someone who does? I need you to step away from the cat pictures, and the silly Youtube videos for 3 minutes and fill out this form! :-)
Why, you may ask?
Thursday a committee in the Virginia General Assembly will consider a
bill that would stop teens who are under 18 from using tanning beds.
PLEASE consider filling out this form that will be sent to your local
delegate that shows your support for this IMPORTANT bill. It takes less
than 5 minutes & it has the possibility of helping to protect VA's
teens! 5 minutes, folks!
Some people have mentioned that the form didn't go through. If so, please take an additional 3 minutes and check this page to see who your delegate is and get his/her email address. I know it's a hassle, but please let them hear from you as to why they should vote to pass this bill. Here's the link if you have trouble with the link above: http://conview.state.va.us/whosmy.nsf/VGAMain?openform
Thank you in advance for your help. Let your voice be heard!
I just wanted to post a quick update that my scans were totally OK! The lymph node is still there, but it is smaller! My oncologist believes it isn't related to the melanoma at all, but possibly related to trauma from previous surgeries. I couldn't believe it when he told me. I had him repeat it numerous times before it even fully clicked. I went there ready to plan for surgery, so to hear that my oncologist believes I'm still healthy...AWESOME!
Our plan now is to rescan in 6 weeks per clinical trial protocol and continue on!
Thanking all of you for your thoughts, prayers and love during this scary time for my family and I. We greatly appreciate it.
Speaking of my family, I'm sneaking off to spend more time with them!
Thank you again for your prayers and good juju! I greatly appreciate it!
I celebrated my 3 year Cancerversary on Friday. Well, by celebrating I mean that I acknowledged it and moved on. I went out for dinner with my little family and my sister. It was a quiet night, not much was said about what happened just 3 years ago. I think our minds are all on what is going to happen is just a few days. Is the cancer back?
How can one lymph node cause such a fear?
My sister won tickets to see Kasey Musgraves, Kip Moore and Lady Antebellum. Like the good sister she is, she took me with her. We had such a great time! Kasey Musgraves sang Bob Marley's "3 Little Birds" which I took to be a good sign for the week ahead of me.
On the eve of the eve of the eve of my 3 year Cancerversary,
it seems appropriate that my stepson asks those 6 little words: “What’s wrong
with your skin?”
As I’ve previously blogged before, I’ve never hidden my
cancer from G, but I’ve never flat out said, “I have cancer.” He knows that we
have to be very careful in the sun, that sunscreen is a must, and that I travel
to New York every 3 months to see my doctor. He, the little 3 year old sweet
pea, watched as I threw up two nights after my first major surgery due to too
much pain medicine. He points at my “boo-boos” and my “sunken hole” in my neck.
He’s aware I’ve been sick. He just hasn’t heard the word Cancer.
I hear from parents who think I’m shielding him too much. I
receive emails from dads who think I’m doing the right thing by educating him without
scaring him. I hear it all. (Hello, hate mail! Hello, love letters!) But, I know
our little guy which is why I’ve always felt like I’ve handled my sickness in
the best way possible when it comes to him.
So, you can imagine my surprise when I walk into daycare
yesterday, and the very first thing he says to me is, “What’s wrong with your
skin?” I touch my face and say, “I don’t know?” We pack up and head to the car.
I help him into his booster seat and he says again, “What’s wrong with your
skin?” Again, I tell him I don’t know; I will have to look. I get into my seat
and pull down the mirror, “I don’t see anything.”
Then he says something I wasn’t expecting: “My mommy said
your skin made you sick. I can’t kiss your or give you my germs because we can’t
let you get sick.”
So the time has come.
On the car ride home from daycare yesterday, I have that
conversation I didn’t want to have. “Remember my boo-boos and the hole in my
neck? Well when I was a kid I had too many sunburns and I used a tanning bed.
When I got older, those years of burns caught up with me and made me very sick.
It gave me something called melanoma. That is why I go to New York and why we
always use sunscreen.” He thinks about it for a second and says, “So you are
sick?” I sigh. “No buddy. I’m not sick. I was sick, but I go back to the doctor
often to make sure that I don’t get sick again. I just have to be careful when
it comes to catching germs because I have to go see my doctor next week.” That
seemed to satisfy him.
…At least until we got home. G points to my back, “But you
still have a boo-boo.” I told him to feel my scar, to prove to him that it
doesn’t hurt, that it has healed. That, knowing I wasn’t hurt, satisfied him
and he ran off to play.
I am very lucky that I’ve never had to be brutally honest
with G. I’m glad I’ve never had to tell him “I have cancer.” I feel extremely
fortunate that I’ve always just been his Chelsea.
Today, on the eve of the eve of my 3 year Cancerversary, I
pray that I never have to tell him otherwise.
*I'm very thankful G's mom is very considerate of my health & the need to keep germs away! :-)
For the first year I kept this blog I accepted every single person who sent me a friend request on Facebook. Here's an obvious fact: Accepting every single person who sends you a friend request, even when you don't know them, is a bad decision, especially if you post about your private life.
I still struggle with that line because I really don't like to hurt feelings or act like I'm snubbing my Molemates. But sometimes people are not genuine, and it's really easy for people to sit behind a computer and bully others. So, the line has to remain.
In the last year I've really tried to separate myself. It's not just me anymore. There's my husband and my step son to consider. So, here's what I'm saying: I'm not trying to be mean by not accepting friend requests on my personal Facebook page. I am not turning my back on you or being a selective snob. I just truly feel that I put myself out there publicly enough with this blog, Twitter, and my blog's Facebook page, that it is OK and NEEDED to keep a little bit of my private life private. I do enjoy sharing melanoma stories via email though! I LOVE meeting fellow warriors & their families! I just want something that is for me, Chelsea, the wife, the step-mom, the VA employee.