Fighting Stage 4 Leiomyosarcoma one day at a time

Hello Everyone,

Thank You for visiting, I initially started this blog to keep family and close friends updated on our journey to Houston Texas, to visit with Dr. Burzynski, a world renowned doctor, who specializes in cancer.

A year and a half ago, MB was diagnosed with stage 4 Uterine Leiomyosarcoma and given no more than a year to live.

MB is only 50, she hasn't seen any of her kids get married or have babies. She still has a thirst for life, three kids and a Husband who absolutely adores her. My sister is 23 and youngest brother only 17. We still need our Mama Bear. If you are, or were, blessed enough to have an MB like mine, who has always loved you unconditionally and supported you, you will know how we feel. Nothing can replace a mother's love. Nothing.

Because MB's cancer is very aggressive, we had no time to waste. The very same day the doctor told us to prepare for hospice, MB and I said, "Fu*k That!", Hospice is a dirty word at our house.We started applying to the Burzynski Clinic as soon as we got home from the doctors appointmet, after 3 days of collecting medical records and sending faxes we were finally accepted.We never took time to think, we just acted. No more than a week and half after we were told to go home and prepare for death, we were on a plane headed to Houston TX in search of life and a second chance. We've left California and our family during Thanksgiving.

Even though the treatment is crazy expensive and we are away from home during the holidays, this is still the best decision we ever made. Sometimes you have to bet big to win big!

We aren't the Kardashians, we are just the Vargas' and we are going through the "realest" hardest battle of our lives...This is our story....If you'd like to start reading from the very beginning click on November, on the lower right hand side of the page and the very first post is the "Adventure Begins"

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Lucy I'm HOME!


Having dinner with the girls from the Burzynski clinic....I  Love these gals!

Boo and his cousin eating crawfish...boo looks so cute in yellow

CRAWFISH

Trying to make boo jealous by kissing a crawfish...didn't work...lol



Being away for two weeks was just what I needed.The pressure of caring for a sick loved one can be overwhelming at times. A year and a half of caring for MB full time had definitely taken its toll. When I left for TX I was beyond exhausted, it wasn't so much a physical exhaustion but an emotional one.

As I boarded my flight, I felt free. Free of sickness, free of disease, free of petty family arguments,  FREE. In four hours i'd arrive at a place with no Cancer, no doctors, no medicine just me. When I arrived in TX I had an old friend pick me up because Taliboo was working until 11pm. I hadn't seen my friend since college because for whatever reason his wife forbade him to see me. I really don't know why and can only conclude that she's insecure because we dated for about two weeks more than ten years ago. Yeah she's crazy. I made sure to remind my friend to tell his wife he was picking me up so that she wouldn't confuse the innocent ride as anything more.

Like most men, my friend didn't listen to me and picked me up without telling his wife. Little did he know that his psychotic wife had been reading his emails and text messages and knew that he and I were in contact even though he'd been grounded from talking to me. About an hour after he dropped me off at my hotel, I receive a call from my friend, or so I thought. It was actually his deranged wife calling me from his phone. When I answered I was my usual cheerful self and tried to be pleasant even though she hated me. She quickly reminded me that I wasn't her friend and that if I came near her husband again she'd kill me. I normally don't take death threats from other women too seriously but this woman is a Marine and I know she has GUNS. When his wife asked what I was doing in TX, I could have easily told her that I was there to see Taliboo but I didn't appreciate being called a Skank for no reason so I decided to Fuck with her a little. I quickly reminded her that I wasn't her friend and that she should ask her "husband" what I was doing in TX. Yeah I'm evil.

I'm a tough girl but the death threat did make me a bit nervous. I quickly remembered that I'd text my friend my hotel address and she probably knew where I was. The next three hours passed very slowly as I waited for Taliboo to rescue me. Once Taliboo arrived I felt safe. 

When I first laid eyes on Taliboo my heart stopped. He was just as handsome if not more so than I remembered. He arrived at the back entrance of the hotel and I saw him through the glass door and couldn't wait to run into his arms. Of course, the back door was already shut up tight for the night so we both ran around the building, him on the outside of the building and I on the inside. When we finally ran into eachother's arms he wanted to start kissing me passionately, I was uncharacteristically shy in front of the concierge and waited until we got to the room. 

In the room, we unleashed three months of  sexually pent up frustration for the next three days and nights in the hours that boo wasn't at work. Saturday morning arrived and the honeymoon was over. It was time for boo and I to get back to reality and go to his house. Unfortunately, he lives with his Mom, so things weren't exactly private there. The next week and a half at Taliboo's house was interesting. We suddenly went from a young passionate couple to an old married one. He'd go to work, I'd stay home with the dog, then I'd make dinner. He'd come home, we'd eat dinner, we cuddled on the couch then we went to bed. There was something very sweet and scary about this routine. I'd never gotten along so well with anyone in my life, especially not a man. It's usually around this time that I freak out and run in the opposite direction. Strangely, I would have my occasional freak outs but boo wouldn't let me leave. Even when it was time for me to leave boo said he'd never gotten along so well with anyone. I was in shock, I was sure my three freak outs and key throwing tantrum had definitely scared him away but it didn't. He actually said he wanted to come see me in California.

Now most of you are probably thinking, "well duh you couldn't leave, you were in a different state and had nowhere to GO. Errrr....WRONG! This wasn't my first Rodeo and i've left plenty of men in more distant places than this. When I was 25 I left a BF in South Korea two days before I was scheduled to leave. I left him for another guy and made do without him. Trust me people, if I want to go I go. I'm fiercely independent and resourceful. doesn't matter where I am.

Again, I leave it to time and fate to decide but the two weeks with boo were definitely life changing. Boo definiteley brought out the best in me and I in him. He also walked me through my worst and helped me see why 99.9 percent of the time there is no need for me to throw a tantrum, or freak out, or lock him out of his own house. Yes people, this is why "I" a relatively attractive 31 year old woman is still single. On the surface, I'm calm charming and easygoing but when people get too close I freak out and pull out all the stops, and by all the stops I mean the temper tantrums, the rage, the uncontrollable jealousy, I like to throw things for added affect. This is why MB nicknamed me her little Volcano.

Who knows if i'll ever see Taliboo again but he definitely taught me a lot about myself and relationships. We didn't end up doing much besides cuddle and eat Crawfish. The weather was horrible, thunder and lightning almost the whole time I was there so I didn't feel safe to drive but overall the trip was great. Boo took me to Lakewood Church, thats where Joel Osteen preaches and that was definitely a bonding experience. I definitely came back calmer and ready to take care of MB full force. My cousin said I looked more relaxed. I know that I am a lot more patient with MB and that's the most important thing. I needed to take care of my needs to better take care of MB. There was a time during the trip where I felt incredibly guilty for leaving but boo hugged me real tight and whispered that everything would be OK as he kissed me. That's when I knew that I was right where I was supposed to be and everything would be there when I got back, just as I left it and that now was the time to just enjoy myself because in a few short days I'd be back to the Cancer and the grind. Now as I help MB with the day to day and adjust to being back I find myself daydreaming about the time with Taliboo and smiling. Thank You Jesus for sending me Taliboo even if it was for just a short while. He's definitely brought the warmth of sunshine during the Winter in my life.


(to all new readers click on Nov 2011  to right of the blog to read about how Taliboo and I met. Its the post titled I danced)
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  1. AnonymousMarch 29, 2012 at 10:39 AM

    The one thing that they pound into our heads in nursing school is: you can not provide quality care for others unless you take care of yourself. Im glad to see you took some "me" time. Don't ever feel guilty about it. It makes YOU as a caregiver that much more AWESOME.

    -Lea

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