Silly String Wars...

The Doctor today confirmed what I thought all along, and had prepared myself for. The dreaded "C" word. However, if there is a silver lining in any type of cancer, apparently you want the "non-small cell" type. I never ever thought I'd hope if I had cancer, I'd prefer a type, but now that the occasion has arisen, I guess it's the type that is the lesser of the evils.

It's called "non-small cell lung cancer", or adenocarcinoma. That may be the wrong spelling, but I will not look it up. As an athlete, I've always preferred the strategy of "defense" as opposed to "offense," so I'm not surprised I've been so disciplined in not googling any type of information.

I'm surrounded tonight with my husband, my darling mother-in-law, my sister, and my mother, and a chaotic household is providing to be fairly therapeutic. I'm a little worried about my mother, as she looks terribly weak, but is putting on one hell of a game face. I pray she doesn't fall. She always hounded me about quitting smoking. At least she's not saying: "I told you so..."

As we came home today, I saw on my counter six cans of silly string. It's a unique Julie tradition that whenever my nieces and nephews, Mike, Mark and Sarah would come visit me when they were little, we always had "Silly String Wars." Normally, these wars were outside in the yard, but I will admit I have pelted them with silly string inside my home. Yea, I like festive things!!!!!!! This past Christmas, I had purchased about six cans of the colorful spray goo, but time and circumstance did not allow us to engage in our typical tradition. Upon seeing all the colorful cans on my kitchen counter tonight,(Okay, so they've been sitting there since Christmas...I've never said I'm Miss Tidy-Didy or have an immaculate house) I immediately thought: With the news I got today, while it's not the best, it does provide a wee bit of a smile and increased hope, and I'd love a silly string war about now!!! My stupid, goofy brain!!!
It's still going to be a gnarly fight. However, I'm an athlete, competitive and pretty damn feisty when I need to be. I've had passive moments, peaceful moments. Now that things are identified, the slow cruise to the unknown is asea and I'm coming to terms with things. I've told many friends I'll fight this like a little street tramp! I've a chance hopefully with some pretty magnificent options, and I'm going to be okay.
Love and Prayers..