First, I found myself on the wrong side of the gown. Not once, but twice. In a nine day period. Between December 26th and January 4th.
My sister had a biopsy which turned out very well. MY surgeon. And I'm the "contact person" .....
Then, my mom and once again, I'm the "contact person" and we all know how THAT turned out.
The wrong side of the gown. The shoe on the other foot.
Then, we have NBCC Advocacy Summit in May of 2012. And the fight for the voices of the metastatic patients. And I am determined to be a voice..... The photo with Lori and CJ is a tangible reminder, not that I need any reminder but still..... I'm Fearless. For All.
Until, I'm not. Last night, I had questions, THEY talked me off the ledge. They had answers. They guided me through. They are REALLY fearless. They led the way in San Antonio last month. I'm advocating for them and they turned the tables by jumping into action so I had a little direction in advocating for mom. And so.... last night, some six plus months later, the shoe is on the other foot.
This Friday, I will listen to the oncologist discuss a treatment plan and what's next. My oncologist, first mine, then ours, now more hers than mine. And I will be the "other ears." My mom was the "other ears" for me in October 2006. Six years and a few months later, THAT shoe is on the other foot.
CAN EVERYONE PLEASE STOP MESSING WITH MY SHOES. I WAS PERFECTLY HAPPY WITH THEM EXACTLY THE WAY THEY WERE.....
You see, I don't want the shoe on the other foot. It doesn't feel right. Truthfully, it kinda hurts.