9.6.14 New Day, Saturday

So, it's still kind of morning. The sun is shining bright. I am inspired to bake on this beautiful fall day. One of my missions today. So I haven't yet told my facebook family, my family/family already knows. I have been waiting to tell and in some ways the more I put it off the less I want to share. I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me I guess. I see this differently. I am not broken down because of this. I am in fact built up a little. So here goes.

I saw my doctor about 5 weeks ago. I have continued to see him every 3 weeks. He decided a few weeks ago to put me back on the drug Herceptin (medical name, Trasuzumab). It is a maintenance drug or a drug that block the receptor which feeds? the cancer. I am also on an oral drug called Lapatinib (have been for some time). This drug works with Herceptin. I sometimes like to think that if someone were to ever try and steal my meds I would tell them, ah, hey, that's chemo. HAHAHA. The cancer has not (and WILL not) come back. Because I WAS staged at stage IV, I will live with the cancer tag. But I will continue to say, continue to believe that the cancer is beat. I am still NED (No Evidence of Disease), and personally, I kinda like that. Yeah, I'm pretty happy with NED. I don't have any side effects with this one. I keep my hair, I can wear my contacts. And actually I'm doing really good energy-wise. I am cooking dinner, baking, laundry, sleeping and dreaming. (I actually dreamed about laundry last night).

I dreamed about my mom and dad too. We were all together. My mom doesn't talk in my dreams anymore. But I can hear her voice, mainly I still hear her say, "Rhonda..." and I can hear her laughing with my daughter Olivia. Olivia gave her so much joy! Today I will bake. I will bake and think of her, and my sisters! Ah bliss for the plans for today!


Love you. Love me. Love you. Love me.


PS. The following is a link about Breast Cancer, I'm not saying believe it, but I enjoy the pictures of the drugs. They are easy for me to see how the drugs help.


http://www.kddf.org/bbs/bbs.asp?IDX=629&cateId=39&mode=view&p=1

9.5.14 Mission

Insert Mission Impossible theme here...

You mission, Rhonda McAnulty, if you choose...

Yes! YES! I will go where you want. I will do what you ask. I will praise you with my whole heart, with my life. WHATEVER you ask God.

"UMM, wait, uhh, I wasn't planning on THIS, God. I was thinking more like a paid trip around the world or to become famous or to save LIVES!"

So my thoughts so very long ago. Today, today I kept thinking about my mission [field]. Where am I suppose to go, what am I suppose to do? Who will I impact today?? And so, it was a pretty eventful day, except for a wonderful date day with my husband and volunteering at my daughter's 1st grade class. :) This was incredible! I got to see little minds working and, and. I was touched. I heard a testimony. I am inspired. I read a blog, a man whose wife had breast cancer. HIS journey. Also incredible, and still I wondered about my mission! 

Laundry? Dishes? Dinner? Kids? Carpool?

My son a week or so ago, told me about a paper he had to write, who his hero/s are. He said my mom cause she fought cancer 3 times and won. And my dad, cause he takes me fishing and likes to spend time with me and talk.

I am a hero? I AM A HERO!

I told him, "Son, you are the hero. I don't know many 14 year olds who go through what you've been through. It wasn't just me who fought cancer. It was you, Olivia and Elizabeth who fought with me."

"Yeah, but we didn't help much around the house" his answer was. "What? You didn't have to. You're suppose to be a kid. You're suppose to enjoy this part of your life! He smiles. He smiles that smile that is his father's. The smile I fell in love with. Wow, what a mission!

Now, as I sit here, my mission is...all of the above. My mission, my mission is my kids and one day they will travel the world or become famous or save LIVES or just be. Just be. A listener. A talker. A reader. A writer. A mom. A dad. A survivor. A hero. (Wait they already are!)

Love you, love me, love you, love me!

My home, my mission field!