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My day was completely derailed. It is Friday, November 10, eight days before my birthday. John’s fall play has the final dress rehearsal tonight and performances on Saturday and Monday. I had the biopsy on Monday and the doctor said that if she didn’t call by noon today to call her.

Before I had heard from my doctor Mike told me he felt like he had something that was “falling into his chest” and I should call his pulmonologist at KU. I was planning on his cooking burgers and hot dogs for the cast and crew of the high school fall play and it was drizzly and cold and I didn’t think he should be outside. I offered to switch up the taco bar that was for Monday night’s performance, but he insisted to find a backup and called our oldest son and asked if he could help. One crisis averted, sort of.

OHS Fall Play – Most Likely To curtain call.

Then my doctor called. The results weren’t as expected. Did I want to know over the phone? Well, yes because I already knew it wasn’t normal so she may as well tell me over the phone. The biopsy results showed breast cancer, the most common type. Don’t go Googling anything until we talk on Monday. I don’t remember much else because I was in shock, Mike was too.

The pulmonologist’s nurse called and had a prescription for antibiotics and wanted a chest x-ray. It was noon and Mike had wound care at 1 so he didn’t have time to get the x-ray (20-minute drive) before wound care. Wound care took longer than normal, and he didn’t leave for the x-ray until around 3:30. When he got there the x-ray orders weren’t there. He texts me and I call the pulmonologist’s office and left a message.

Charlie was trying to get things started and we had a miscommunication about getting food to the school. Mike got back, and he and Charlie managed to get the kids fed in a reasonable time.

Bugs A Special aka Sassy, my guardian.

I hung out at the school while they cooked so got out to feed the horses a bit late. It was cold and dreary, and I hadn’t taken my ear muffs and gloves because I drove instead of walking. When I got there one of the feeders in the mare’s pen had been knocked off and one of the mares was standing over it, so I couldn’t reach in with the pitchfork to get it I had to go in with them. Just what they wanted, they wouldn’t let me leave and the one who told Melisa Pearce she is my guardian kept putting her head on top of mine and moving me to her side where she would put her throatlatch on my shoulder from the back and curve her neck around hugging me to her body. Telling me that it’s going to be OK, we’ve got you.

The next morning there was a little of the same, but it was very foggy (wet) and I was walking so I didn’t want to stay too long.

Horses have amazing healing powers. Something I’d always innately known but had been oblivious to exactly what they were doing until I started the Equine Gestalt Coaching® training. So grateful to have this healing herd in my life and looking forward to helping them help other people when it gets warmer.

Right now, all I can do is Hold On!
Not a great recording but I was at this concert!

Onward! Getting the pathology results.

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