Power’s out!

~ Debra Mesecke

Thats the text I got from Fos while getting my eyes tested this morning.

It appears I have the beginning onset of cataracts (my feeling of the world gone slightly foggy), my heomotologist warned me about this 20 years ago from the steroids and he was spot on with the time frame. I also need a double script for reading computer and books. One eye is worse than the other. Todd’s script is of the same order (however he has no cataracts and his eyesight is symetrical). In addition to my cataracts, the hormone blocker Tomoxifin, I’m due to start soon, apparently causes cortical blindness if on for more than 5 years (I have been told I’ll be on a hormone blocker for 10). With all this in mind I must see an optometrist every 12 months now, and I’ll certainly be discussing the hormone blocker with my oncologist in earnest (considering I’ve been in menopause for 20 odd years already).

I picked up my shoes today and for $35 they look amazing. Can’t remember if I mentioned, after the Fabio incident I took them back and asked just for the zip replacement and his boss offered a cheaper fix of the heel included all for $35, not $120. When I went to pick them up last week they weren’t ready because the shoe was made “super well” and they had to virtually pull it apart to fix it. They said “a very expensive shoe”. I got them on sale for $50 ! (That’s what I told Todd anyway), so all in all a shoe worth fixing in the end!

Repaired shoes

When we arrived home to the 45 minute black out (Lucky Fos has 35 gig of data he reminds me), we walk in to find Murray has chewed through the internet cable!

I scream, Todd hits Murray, Foster groans ‘how will he ever survive – the girlfriend’s coming over tonight!’

Upon closer inspection it’s just the extension cord no longer being used for anything, so we flick the safety switch, congratulate the dog and do a quick calculation of how grateful we are the dog’s not dead!

Chewed electrical cord

Happy days xx

Published by Debra Mesecke

I was 21 and I was planning a wedding, buying a house and had a job interview for the job of my dreams on my 22nd birthday.  You see I was being made redundant and had to find a new job by August.  Especially with the new mortgage now.  It was April.  I worked for CML and my new job was a done deal.  All I needed was a medical.  And with that, just like that....my life was turned upside down and I was diagnosed with CML, ha ha, I know the irony.  My hematologist had a laugh at that too.  I had Chronic Myeloid Leukeamia, which was normally reserved for 70 year old men.  Quite rare for a young adult to get, so how would they treat it?  I underwent two separate trials until finally it was decided my best chance of survival (all be it only 50% chance), would be a MUD BMT (matched unrelated bone marrow transplant), now known as VUD Allograt (volunteer unrelated donor).  I was told 21 years ago the chance of finding a match was 1 in 20,000 (and that is everyone was on the bone marrow donor registry).  Scary odds. So being the risk taker I am I said "go for it".  They found a match and that was my first miracle in this journey.  The second miracle was, it worked - new blood type, two different DNA profiles and the miracle of medicine was reborn inside me.  The third miracle is my son.  25 years on, I now face a new challenge.  Breast Cancer.  Certainly not the first person to have cancer, to have invasive ductile cancer, hormone receptive and HER2 +, or to even have a dual diagnosis.  But this is not another Webiste about a cancer survivor, this is just my excuse to finally publicly write.  Along the way I  am hoping I can share some insights I have learnt over the years and at the same time, give you a good belly laugh.

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