Wednesday, September 18, 2013

D Day


Don’t you just love webmd.com?  Me too. I use it all the time to self-diagnose.  The summer of 2011 I was in middle of enjoying my children, the sun, the fun and all that comes with vacation time. I was too busy to go to the doctor so I decided to diagnose myself with IBD otherwise known as Irritable Bowel Disease.  I had all the symptoms according to my go to site and I was not concerned because I had already suffered from IBS, Irritable Bowel Syndrome for the majority of my adult life. No big deal.

I would take care of it later. 

September came and it was a special beginning because my then 5 year old daughter was starting first grade at a new school and my 4 year old son would be at his preschool without big sis present.   Once they were both settled it was time to rev up for our big school fundraiser gala event, my daughters’ 6th Birthday celebration with 35 children, my Birthday, my husband's Birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s Eve.  Ugh.  The most exhausting four months of the year for any wife, mother, sister, daughter, grandmother… any female at all!

I did find time however in mid-December to see a gastroenterologist and she booked a colonoscopy for me right away but I had to reschedule because Connor had his Christmas Concert and he was cast as Rudolf.  I could NOT miss that!   My doctor suggested that I may have colitis.  That sounded fair enough to me.  The procedure could wait.  February 9, 2012 I checked into Cedars for a routine colonoscopy.  Two days later my doctor called to set up an appointment and in my relaxed free spirited way said sure what does next week look like?

She told me in a calm but serious voice “Allyson…I need you to come in now.”  I asked “Now as in right now?”  She said “Yes.”  There was a brief silence as my heart rate accelerated and I could feel my breath double in time.  “Am I going to die?” I asked.  “No” she said “but it’s not good and I need to see you today.” 

My mind was racing and my hands were shaking.  I could barely think.  All I could do was get myself together enough to call my best friend in Vancouver.  We had just booked tickets that morning to see Madonna, very exciting, and Theresa asked me if I heard back from my doctor.  Eager to dismiss that thought and focus on Striking a Pose with my all time favorite performer I responded with "no worries-it's nothing serious." She then said "OK great, but just call to confirm." Theresa is my voice of reason. Now it is 2:23pm Friday afternoon and I am frantically calling her back. To my relief she picked up the phone and I immediately broke down which is very rare for me.  Theresa told me to take deep breaths, which I did, remain calm, go to see my doctor and call her immediately after. I hung up with Theresa , called my husband in tears and told him to go pick up Sophia from school.  I then called another one of my best friends here in LA, explained the situation in more tears and asked if she could please pick up Connor from preschool. Our sons were best friends, we were best friends as well as family friends and I knew I could count on her. The children were now safe and well taken care of. Motherhood precedes all.  Another breath.

As I parked my car and walked the 2 long blocks to my doctor’s office all I could think to myself was the phrase I have heard in so many prison movies… DEAD MAN WALKING.  Not that I watch a lot of prison movies but that was the phrase that came to mind and would not leave. The chant rolled over and over in my head.

Was I? Me? Allyson? The dead man now walking?  Is this real?  Could this be happening?  Is this a nightmare?  Am I going to wake up? Am I going to live?  Am I going to die?  OHHHH GOD!  HELP ME! HELP ME!  HELP ME PLEASE!!!

I paced in the waiting room and then I paced even more once the nurse lead me to the examining room.  The room where I would learn my fate.  I prayed to God.  Being a practicing  Catholic I alternated between The Our Father and Hail Mary. I like the good ole classics. The minutes passed like hours and I thought about the first time I was in this office.  The doctor was late because she had to counsel the previous patient who had just received bad news.

What and how bad could my news be?

At last my doctor walked in. She sat down on a chair and I was at the end of the examining table with my legs hanging over the edge like a little child.  She looked at me and put her hands on my knees.

She did not have to say a word because I already knew.  Without giving her a chance to reveal the dirty words I bowed my head and as I sobbed through muffled breaths I stated “I have cancer.”     She held my trembling hands, trying to comfort me at this monumental moment and said “Yes, I am afraid so.”

Dr. Raena Olsen, DO                                               Gastroenterologist

8536 Wilshire Blvd Suite 202                                                   
Beverly Hills, CA 90211
310 248-8200                                                                  
 


 

 

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

A Gift for Everyday

When I was in chemo hell I had a very special friend who shared a gift with me
every day.  I mean EVERYDAY. Without fail.  Even if was 11:59pm she would make
sure I received my daily gift.  The gift was simple. It did not cost much and it was easy
to deliver.  It was one of the most precious gifts I have ever received.  It came in the
form of a txt, email or phone call. She would ask me how I was feeling, share something
funny, cheer me on with words of encouragement.  She would check in every day.  Every
single day.  I am still amazed by her dedication and consistency regarding ME.
Sometimes I would respond and sometimes I would be too ill to even txt. It did
not matter.  She would say "no need to respond" which I appreciated.  It took the
pressure off.  I was so grateful for her constant presence in my world.
Fighting through this disease can sometimes be a very lonely place even when you are
surrounded by others. It is the hardest thing I have ever had to get through.  And I  have
been through a lot. Today, now that I am healthy, I tease her that I miss my daily mantra
and ask where my messages are?!  It's true.  I do miss them...but I don't miss chemo...
THAT'S FOR DAMN SURE! I have a very good friend who just had a double mastectomy. 
She is "in it" and everyday I check in on her. She thanks me and tells me how much it helps to have my support. She told me that of all the people around her I have been the most supportive. Interesting thing about that is I have not actually seen her even once.  It makes a difference. Give this gift to someone you love.  We all lead very busy lives.  We are distracted and consumed with our
obligations and responsibilities but if you want to help a friend in need this is an extremely
powerful gift.  You can live next store or you can be on the other side of the world. Either way that little message you send on a daily basis can make such a difference in their world.  To my friend
who gave me A Gift for Everyday I would like to say THANK YOU.  Thank you for lifting me up,
thank you for cheering me on, thank you for caring.  You have no idea how much you helped me.
Just knowing you were out there, thinking of me, praying for me and putting a smile on my face made all the difference in my chemo world.  I love you. You are an amazing person.

Allyson  xoxo

Monday, September 9, 2013

I am back :)

Hello everyone!

I cannot believe I have not blogged since March.  I have been busy filming videos
and segments called WOW-words of wisdom-about my cancer experience.  I set up
accounts with FB, Twitter and Google Plus which is very difficult because I am
technically challenged. I have been attending cancer luncheons/benefits/fundraisers,
listening to guest speakers and learning as much as I can from others.  One of
my best qualities is that I am a perfectionist.  One of my worst qualities is that I am a
perfectionist.  I decided that I am just going to share my thoughts with you instead
of making a big deal about it, which I always do. I like to compose, edit, re-compose,
edit some more and I make myself crazy trying to make it perfect for you and for me. 
But you know what?  Perfect is boring.  So I am going to throw caution to
the wind and simply write.  I hope my words help. You are all in my daily prayers.

With lots of love,

Allyson xoxo

Monday, March 11, 2013

Hello

INFORMATION*INSPIRATION*INSIGHT

Hello everyone!

My name is Allyson and this is Kicking Cancer to the Curb.

I have just finished a year LONG battle with stage 3 colon cancer and
I won!!!

I have a community page on facebook and would like to invite all
of you to join.

The 3 things I wanted more than anything when I was going through
this very difficult time was:

INFORMATION
INSPIRATION
INSIGHT

I am going to try my very best to share all of those things with  you.

I am an open book and here for you.

With love and blessings,

Allyson  xoxo

 http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Kicking-Cancer-to-the-Curb