Friday, July 6, 2012

Thank you


Well hello there. .

I have high-jacked Wes’ blog in order to show my appreciation to all those who have helped us during this difficult time.  There have been so many that have reached out to help us: family, close friends, co-workers, friends from the past, complete strangers, etc.  It is because of all of you kind-hearted people that Wes was able to kick cancer’s ace!

This is my personal list of people that have helped me, but I’m sure Wes wishes to thank these people as well.

Thank you:



1)       To everyone who took time out of their busy lives to bring us dinner.

2)       To the kind employees over at the Burger King around the corner, who I’m pretty sure we kept in business because apparently chemo makes you crave a Whopper?

3)       To Wes’ doc, Dr. Popplewell, who to sum it up saved his life.  Also who didn’t give in to Wes’ several attempts to discontinue chemo.

4)       To all our friends and family who came from out of town to visit us.  We honestly had people coming every other week, and I know the constant company helped to keep Wes’ spirits up.

5)       To the staff over at Virgin Vacations who allowed us to postpone our trip to Italy, and waived the extra change fees when we went to rebook. 

6)       To the Rite-Aid pharmacy who always had Wes’ prescriptions ready for me to pick up, and never judged me when I went to stock up on Wes’ prune juice and stool softeners.

7)       To my friends who called to check on me, and listened to hours of me complaining.  Who supported me, consoled me, and cried with me.

8)       To Wes’ DEA family who did hours upon hours of fundraising to help with the cost of medical bills.  Who sold DEA Cancer hats, arm bands, and tickets to a really fun comedy night; all for the Wes Cancer Fund.  Thank you to all those (not only those who know Wes, but complete strangers too) who donated money, attended the comedy event, and put money down on the silent auction; your generosity was unexpected and overwhelming.

9)       To Wes’ Arizona family who donated money as well.  Not only siblings, parents, aunts, uncles and cousins, but younger second cousins who went door to door to sell cookies for the Wes Cancer Fund. 

10)   To Wes’ dad who dropped everything and came to stay with us in the beginning when things were new and scary.  Who went to doctor’s appointments, watched our house while we were at work, and even attempted to “dog whisperer” our crazy dogs.  Sorry Dave, she’s still crazy. 

11)   To all those who thought and prayed for us every day since January 1, 2012.  Who called us, thought about us, messaged us, and care packaged/carded us; we’ve never felt so loved. 

12)   To the cast and crew of The Office, who never failed to cheer us up when we were cooped up on chemo week.  Laughter was our best medicine. 

13)   To my dad and brother who made several “service calls” to help fix things around our house that I was unable to do myself.  Yes, I tried to snake a drain and failed miserably. 

14)   To my mom/boss, who listened to my problems every day, literally every day.  Who gave me 17483074 days off of work so I could go to treatments.  Who always had a positive attitude.  Who cheered me up when I was sad.  Who brought us elaborate meals at least once a week.  Who offered to help whenever I seemed stressed/fed-up.  Who was my rock when life seemed to be crumbling around me.  I love you.

15)   To my dear Wesley who gave everything he had to beat this.  Who kept his spirits up week after week, even during times of absolute torture.  Who has developed a new talent in whistle calling for me.  (This sound still haunts me.  Like I think I hear it, and I go running for him, but he’s not even home. . . Spooky)  Who would have treatment on Friday and would go back to work on Monday; continually working full-time. Who attempted to keep things together even when his skin was crawling and his hair was thinning.   Who would be sick in bed and still able to crack me up.  Whose sense of humor made light during our darkest time.  Who never gave up, and who is now a cancer survivor.  I love you. 



There are 5735038 more people I could thank.  I wish I could name you by name. . . heck skywrite a list of the most generous and kind-hearted people for the whole world to see. . . but I’ll settle for this: We would like to thank you for all you’ve done.  We are humbled every day and are forever indebted unto you.  We love you!



-Kristen
Happy 4th!  Let freedom (from chemo) ring!

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Graduation from the University of Chemotherapy

The words I have been waiting to say for many many days... IT'S OVER! (at least for now).

Last Friday I completed the 12th and final scheduled chemotherapy session. My physical reaction to the treatment was about the same as all the rest, with the exception that I knew once I recovered I was home free.

Here is the run down from the final chemo session.

Yes, I threw up several times.
Yes, profanity was directed at the nurses several times.
Yes, I got into the fountain at the hospital on my way out! TAKE THAT CITY OF HOPE! Cancer patient in your pretty fountain.

The doctors told me I have to continue to go in for testing (PET scans) over the next few years, but as time goes on the tests will be more spread out and eventually I will put this all behind me.

Hopefully I can get the catheter out of my chest in the next month or so. I feel like that it is a symbol of cancer and sickness. I understand that it is a miracle of modern science, but I never got used to it.

I wish I there was someway that I could tell each and every person that has supported me over these last  few months just how much they have helped. I am privileged to have such a support system made up of family, friends, co-workers and even strangers (some stranger than others).

I get asked the question "How are you feeling?" I understand that it is probably directed at my physical well-being, but the honest answer to that question is "I feel grateful".

Thank you for all the support.

WE beat cancer once, if it comes back WE will beat it again.

~ Wes 2.0