I got to volunteer at an event helping Impact One sort their inventory. I loved having two of my breast cancer angels and fellow survivors there with me.
We talked with the founder of the organization and I am so excited for more opportunities to work with Impact One.
At the beginning of September I had “cancer week.” It is an anxiety inducing week filled with doctors appointments, labs, and scans. I end up having at least one appointment a day. It spilled over into more than a single week. However, I came out of it with such good news. Clean scans and normal lab results! My oncologist even said that we can start meeting every 6 months instead of every 3-4 months. A sense of relief washed over me when the week was over. Every clean scan lifts just a little more weight and I start to believe that I will be ok after all. Maybe I actually did make it through.
We talked with the founder of the organization and I am so excited for more opportunities to work with Impact One.
At the beginning of September I had “cancer week.” It is an anxiety inducing week filled with doctors appointments, labs, and scans. I end up having at least one appointment a day. It spilled over into more than a single week. However, I came out of it with such good news. Clean scans and normal lab results! My oncologist even said that we can start meeting every 6 months instead of every 3-4 months. A sense of relief washed over me when the week was over. Every clean scan lifts just a little more weight and I start to believe that I will be ok after all. Maybe I actually did make it through.
I am slightly embarrassed to even share this story. I guess it just proves how stressed and fear filled I get during weeks like this…
A friend invited Brinna over to play. I was happy that the times worked out perfectly for me to drop her off then go get my labs done and then pick her up. I had an appointment to get labs. I dropped Brinna off and discovered that my friend had actually asked if Brinna could come over the following week. We were a week early. Thankfully she was sweet about my mix up and took Brinna in. But she had an appointment to go to that afternoon. I thought for sure I’d be done in time. On my way to get my labs done, a doctors office called. I had been trying to get a hold of them for awhile so I stayed in my car for an extra few minutes so I wouldn’t walk into the lab office talking on the phone. By the time I got off the phone and had baby unloaded and found the office, I was just over 15 min late. I checked in. I waited and waited. Apparently there is a policy that if you are 15 min late they check you in as a walk in and not an appointment. They didn’t tell me that. So after 30 min, I asked how much longer. He told me 20-30 min. So I kept waiting and worrying about the time because I had to get back and pick up my kids. After 30 min, I checked in again. This time I was told another 30 min. My emotions were bursting and I broke down in tears and explained the situation again and that I had to pick kids up, etc etc. I was, admittedly, a mess and desperate for help. Mercifully, a sweet lady overheard my story and came to my rescue. She had an appointment next and told them to let me have her appointment time. She was an angel. I felt equal parts grateful and guilty. But mostly just so appreciative that she would be willing to help me out. We talked until my appointment. I got in and out and was only 15 min late picking Brinn up. I am SO grateful for good people in this world. God sends me angels even when I am a stressed, emotional mess. It helped me remember I am being watched over, we all need each other, and we are not alone.
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