This is what happens when you’ve lost sense of space and time, but enjoy yourself nonetheless.
This is what happens when you’ve lost sense of space and time, but enjoy yourself nonetheless.
I am beyond thrilled to share that I have arrived HOME! Late last night they determined that I was fit enough to return home and all of my efforts of putting up the fight of my life, certainly seems to have now paid off. There is quite a descriptive post in the works, to walk through my latest health journey in words and how I feel that I have once again been afforded a chance at life. This has been an entirely transformative experience and one that I never imagined in my wildest dreams. Somehow, my strength and resilience is at an all time high and because of that I have been peacefully healing —- mind, body and soul.
My hemoglobin levels were considerably low, in which case I needed a blood transfusion. It never really dawned on me how wonderful it is that people donate blood, something I have always been too ill to do even prior to my diagnosis as I have always been anemic. I ended up using two units of blood which ran for about six hours. Shortly after I felt like a completely different person; less fatigued, less cold and returned color to my face. Thank you to those who donate!
The day of my surgery I snapped an #instax polaroid of my baby, Zoi. It seemed obvious to me that if I had her adorable little mug looking at me with those eyes of hers, it would push me to do everything in order to make it back home to her. Aside from all of the tremendous amounts of love I received from people near and far, my amazing friends, family and of course my husband — Zoila was the one little (but actually very HUGE) incentive to show up, kick ass and get back on the road of life and viola! here I am!
Anyone who follows along on my Instagram knows that my baby Godson holds the actual key to my heart. He stole it from day one. When his beautiful mom — my lovely friend, Michele visited at the hospital the day after my surgery, she brought along a one of a kind flamingo and it instantly brought ridiculous amount of smiles — and not just from me, but all of the staff, fellow patients and anyone who saw my trusty IV monitor as I wheeled it by my side throughout my stay.
I’ll admit, my biggest complaint about surgery is that you are forbidden the basic human need of drinking water (or anything for that matter), prior to the procedure. In my case, I was told that I couldn’t have anything from midnight until later in the night after recovery. Quickly, my mouth became a desert and my need for water seemed like life or death. Of course that is an exaggeration, but it is certainly how I felt. As soon as I got the green light, which was about twelve hours later, I ordered “sips and chips” and I felt like I stumbled upon an oasis. Dreamy does not even begin to describe the feeling of when the ice water cooled my lips for the first time. Sometimes it really only takes the small things to make you feel a sense of nirvana.
Before I had even been transported to my room, my two best girls had flowers ready and waiting. Prior to my surgery, I couldn’t find the strength to speak to them. Distancing myself for selfish emotional reasons seemed to be the only way I could cope. I felt that if I spoke with them, I might expose that I thought I was going to die and that we’d never have an ABC reunion again. Without fail, they stood by my side no matter what and made sure that I knew they were there with me, showering me with their love and non-stop support. I love you both.
I felt so much power behind this operation. Power from prayer and positivity and all of the amazing thoughts that were put out in the universe in honor of getting through this operation with a successful outcome. I feel cheesy every time I say it, but there is no way I would have been able to do it without all of you. Every single person that took it upon themselves to take the time out of their day to wish me well and include me in their conversations with whomever they have faith in. It would be fair to say that I feel endlessly blessed. Seeing this gleaming photo at St. Joe’s Hospital and Medical Center seemed like a fitting vision for the morning after the operation. What a beautiful sight to see (I can even see my neighborhood if I look really close).
On the same glorious walk as pictured above, I was marching along the halls with the most important women in my universe. They guide me through every struggle and challenge and proudly walk by my side, even in the darkest of hallways. There are not many words that can do this picture justice, other than, thank you and LOVE.
Further exploring the hospital, my home away from home, I walked past my favorite piece of art adorned on the walls in the lobby of the Oncology ward. This particular wall decor always seems to catch my eye. I appreciate creativity and try to search for it wherever I may be. I can especially appreciate when it’s in unexpected spaces and places. Well done, St. Joe’s.
Just two short years ago, Steve and I spent the night at the hospital on Christmas. It was by far one of the more depressing of holidays. I feel very fortunate that I will be able to spend this Christmas with my family instead of inside the hospital walls. However, they do their best to make you feel in the holiday spirit. To those who will be spending your holiday in the hospital, my Christmas wish is that you are surrounded by love and joy. It will get better.
One of my favorite little cheerleaders, Kambrell joined me at the hospital a few days after the procedure. Seeing things through her eyes and the way she expresses her love for life, makes me feel equally alive. She is one of the most special little girls I know and I’m so grateful to be a part of her world.
Just a few of the many gorgeous flowers I received. THANK YOU! I was able to enjoy them everyday and smile thinking of each person and the memories we have shared. I chose to donate the flowers to the Oncology ward of the hospital once I was released. They were all so beautiful and I wanted other cancer patients to be able to enjoy them as much as I did. Please know that your kindness has such an impact and made many others smile, as well as me.
Last but most certainly not least, my Steve sent this to me the second night, once he returned home to our dogs, Keg and Zoila. He always knows how to make me laugh, as he was wearing my #ASU hoodie and my satchel to carry Zoila, all in an effort to take Keg on a walk. He takes care of all of us so very well and I am the luckiest person to have such a brave, selfless and loving man. Thank you seems so insufficient. What else can I say? You’re top notch, my love.
More to come soon.
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It is safe to say I am fairly numb after today’s visit with one of the surgeons performing my operation on December 3rd, 2015. My energy levels are pretty low and this is the easiest way for me to communicate with everyone at the moment. If you’ve messaged, text, called, etc. I’m sorry for not responding — I’ve been a little emotional, as I am sure you can imagine. But please know your love and kindness has not gone unnoticed. All thoughts, prayers and good energy is beyond appreciated and I’ll update my blog as soon as possible after surgery on Thursday.
As someone who is attempting to share all aspects of my life, cancer included, I figured I’d share this video I found on my phone, that I presumably “filmed” last night. It’s quite a laugh, but on a serious note one of the side effects to my cancer and its slew of baggage is definitely insomnia. I roam throughout the night and most often do not recall the happenings the following morning. I can blame a lot of things, but the true culprit is the amount of drugs (medicine) that I have to consume to actually fall asleep at night. Nevertheless, I make somewhat entertaining videos while the rest of the world is sleeping, and do not recall having made them the night prior.
Here is a first view of many into my crazy nights and cancer insanity, or just my own personal insanity rather.
Happy Tuesday, friends!
The dog days of my youth have commenced, yet the remembrances of my beloved pups over the years have always maintained a place warm in my heart. Weary of most creatures (basically anything but dogs and horses), I wouldn’t dub myself to be an animal obsessed person. Always finding that I keep my distance and woo from afar, there have been a few special dogs over the course of my life have left a print, or paw print if you will.
Timmi was my main man. He was around long before I, as my Mum and Auntie Bev got him as a puppy when they were younger and moved to America. I’m so terrible with breeds that I wouldn’t even be able to tell you what he was, other than my very best friend from the start. It’s true what they say, “LOVE is a four legged word.” Bossing Timmi around, hanging on to him as if he were a miniature-pony and singing Dolly Parton to him incessantly was just a part of every day life in the Webster household. Kind and gentle, he’d always give me kisses good night and be there for me all over again the next morning. Forever my #1!
KEG! A character in his own right and a proper English gentleman, he was a part of the package when I began dating Steve. Initially Keg was Steve’s sister’s, however once Steve returned from overseas and moved back to Phoenix the two instantly became a pair and have been inseparable since. It is without a shadow of a doubt that Steve and Keg were made for each other and their bond makes my heart swell. Keg loves me too…I think!
The newest addition to the Ochoa family is literally the love of my life, Zoila. Far be it for me to have ever judged anyone on social media that is dog crazed. Over the last four weeks, I have single handedly become that person. Initially when Steve suggested that we get her, I was hesitant. Nervous to add any stress to my already stressful life, I hummed and hawed almost to the point of no return. Yet, as soon as she was born and I saw a picture of her, I knew she and I belonged to one another. Kind of like the opposite to Holly Go-Lightly and her no-named cat. Zoi and I had an instant bond when Steve and I picked her up six weeks later. Since she has come into our lives I feel I have become much softer and a bit more forgiving of my health and my life, filling a massive hole in a once vacant space. It would be the easiest thing for me to gush all day, but I am sure I will be writing about all of the love she has brought into our lives for years to come!
Last, but certainly not least is Comet. He wasn’t exactly MY dog, however he was my family’s dog and although I didn’t live with him, he brought such life for my brother’s and sister as they were growing up. Shortly after my family moved back to Arizona, Comet passed away, but as we know ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN!
Thanks for taking this walk with me and some of the purest spirits to have graced my path with their unconditional love. Always kiss your dog goodnight.
Check back tomorrow! x