Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Peace

I learned something yesterday and wanted to share it with everyone. This is some of my journal entry.

Nervous breakdown----I blame it all on the big 3-0- which is fast approaching, but I had to find peace of mind and doing that meant I had to go and have my favorite procedure done-yep a pap smear. I probably would have bypassed it if I could have and gone straight to having a mammogram but they wouldn't let me without a doctors "note." So I made the annual appointment and today was that day. I get to the doctors office and Dr West had an emergency c-section and my appointment would have to be changed. I asked if they could get me in anyways, I could see anyone. I rearranged babysitters and got everything ready to go back to my appointment later that afternoon. What a blessing in disguise. The nurse practitioner Dixi came in and immediately I started to cry. I didn't really know I was that emotional but then again I am have a nervous breakdown. She said I hear you want to have a mammogram. I told her how I am approaching my 30th birthday and that is the age my mom was when she found out she had cancer and I was scared. Turns out that Dixi a year ago just finished her chemo treatments and her mom is currently taking chemo treatments. Totally unrelated but they both have breast cancer. Dixi was 48 when she got breast cancer and her mom was 65. She let me know that having breast cancer didn't stop her life. She knew it wouldn't. She claimed to not be a very religious person but received a feeling or impression that she would get through it and that is what she did. I too know with faith I will get through this. I cried and she understood my emotions of loosing my mother at 34 and wanting to be there for my babies. She told me of ways to possibly prevent getting breast cancer-a drug to take but one I can't take until I am done having kids or possibly having a double mastectomy and then implants to remove the breast tissue. She handed me a dime and told me I may have the genetic gene from my mother but two things had to be factored into cancer: genetic and environment. Unless I get the other dime, I won't get cancer. Who knows I may get the environment dime but I have to have both dimes to get cancer. I can't control my destiny or my future. I can only live with what I've been given. Yes, I am reaching the big 30 and yes that's the age my mother detected leukemia and yes I have getting grey hairs and wrinkles and have hair growing in places I wish it didn't. My dad said that one day I'll be 29 and the next I'll be 30 and I won't even feel the difference. I think it is just the number that scares me so much. But doing these small things-like having a pap smear and a mammogram in January and dying my hair to hide the grays and anything that makes me feel better is worth my peace of mind and it makes me feel better. It is worth doing. I kindof feel silly for writing this and crying in the doctors office it makes me feel better. Isn't that what they say early detection saves lives. I will never let it go 19 months again between annual exams. Dixi suggested I do each yearly, a mammogram and an annual pap smear but each 6 months apart so I am being checked every 6 months. I will have peace of mind as I age gracefully. My Patriartical blessing says my body and life may be preserved and my health may be strong and that I may not be impaired physically. That I may carry all my burdens happily, joyfully and pleasantly. Great happiness will be the end and the result of my life here upon the earth. Like Dixi said I am not going to fear, I will not let fear stop my life. Sure turning 30 is a big milestone and one day I will pass 34 and great happiness will be the end and the result of my life here upon the earth.

7 comments:

Laura said...

Thanks for sharing your thoughts Kinz!! The unknown can be so scary! Thats such a good idea to go into the doctors every 6 months too.

Look forward to your 30th birthday though...there is such wisdom, grace, and maturity in getting older. Plus isnt 30 like the new 21?

Becky said...

Big Hugs!!! Oh how I wish I was there. I am so sorry that you have been feeling this way. It really does sound like a blessing that Dixi was there. Heavenly father knew you needed someone like her to talk to! You are such a strong woman. I love you and admire you so much!

Kristy said...

Im sorry about your mom. She was so young. I understand where your fear is coming from. Good luck, and stay stong. I'll be praying for you.

Ok, about the gingerbread men. No, I don't make them every year, I make them about every 2-3 years. I want to keep them smelling good as long as possible. I just make the regular recipe, then when they are cooled down, I get some black paint, and i dip the head of a pin in the paint and make 2 eyes, and i think it is 3 dotsdown the stomach, then i tie a bow for the neck (very small ribbon) and then I glue a string around the arms and legs.

You know....im gonna take a picture of it and blog it, so you can see how I did it. It's kinda hard to explain.

Unknown said...

Thanks for reminding me that 30 is great Laura. Becky I definitely needed a hug and hope to see you soon. Thanks for the Gingerbread stuff Kristy. I'll try it. Sounds fun.

Julie L said...

Right on for sharing, Kinzee! One day, when you're as old as I am, 30's going to feel really young. Surprise - even after a hysterectomy women still have to have pap smears (because they don't remove the cervix). And digital mammography is all the new rage, I found out last week in Chicago. That and breast MRI (one day the squishy machines will be a barbaric thing of the past!) Can't believe the money that's going into helping women find and beat cancer early. After all that, I guess it's our job to make sure we get the tests. (Speaking of which, I need to make an appointment. I'm way over due!)

Love you Kinzee! You're a terrific daughter.

staci said...

Wow, what a post Kinzee. I don't know what to say other than that was amazing what you wrote. You are such a strong person. You have been through a lot in your life and have stayed strong and stayed true to who you are. I think that is amazing. I am sorry you had to lose your mom at such a young age. I'm sure there have been countless times throughout your life that you wish she could have been there. But she has been there and you know that. I'm sure you've even felt her there with you before. She loves you and is for sure watching you and is so proud of the woman you have become. I'm happy you went to the doctor and that you ended up having that conversation with Dixi. I'm sure that helped put you at ease a little.

I just want you to know I just love you to pieces and I'm so happy to call you one of my friends. Shoot, we've been friends for what at least 20 years don't you think? That's amazing! You are the best and I really admire you and hope I can be as strong as you are someday! Love you girl!!

Lyf2.0 said...

It is hard to believe we are now that age your mother was when she first got cancer. It is a worry for me too. My mom was talking to me the other day about Brooke.

She was saying that she knew her body so well and that whenever she started getting sick, she'd tell the doctors what medicine she needed. Mom said she was very in tune with the spirit.

It's good that you are being so proactive about your health. Every 6 months is a good plan.

As for gray hairs! I KNOW!!! I've just started noticing them myself and lemme tell ya, those babies are plucked!

Getting old is exciting and scary at the same time. I'm hitting 3-0 this year too. I remember having a birthday party at your house near Fort Union. I remember eating bottled peaches Aunt Brooke had made.

I'm planning a HUGE birthday bash this year, or Matt is, rather, and so should you. Bring those 30's on with a BANG!

Love ya Cuz!