Some of you may have noticed my mug in Athleta’s October catalogue 🙂

I wasn’t sure if I was going to post anything about it because the catalogue shoot happened in mid-April before Peter and I landed in the hospital. I can’t tell you how many times I thought about the photoshoot while I lay in the hospital bed willing Peter to stay inside. Part of me felt like an ass for doing it and highlighting my post-cancer pregnancy. Stupid girl, you let your guard down, now this terrible thing has happened — that’s what you get…. (oh, the psychology of it all).

I was so superstitious this summer, it’s not even funny. So I decided to keep mum about it.

Thankfully Peter arrived safely (save this whole jaundice issue we’re currently working through) so I suppose there’s nothing to jinx anymore (though with my luck, I’ve learned to never say never).

Here’s what I can say at this very moment in time: There IS bold, beautiful, messy and joyful life in the wake of cancer. Yay!

As always, please think before you pink…….

Here’s a link to the current Chi Blog post about the photoshoot. There may be another post about me at some point in October. I exchanged emails with their social media person while I was in the hospital. I’m a little afraid my comments were incoherent since I was so preoccupied with bed rest and all things pre-term-labor-related. If they happen to post something I’ll be sure to link to it here for you.


My Legacy

It’s been a long while since I’ve posted anything of substance.  I’ve not had much to say these days — so I went back into my archives and found this draft post — from October 21, 2013.  I’ve not edited it at all. I figured it was best to just post it — grammar/spelling warts and all. So here goes………….

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about my legacy.

Legacy is defined as “something transmitted by or received from an ancestor or predecessor or from the past”.

For me, as you most of you know, at this point, it’s very unlikely that I’ll have my own biological children. If you’ve been following my blog, you know I’ve struggled with infertility and then cancer struck. After aggressive chemo nuked my entire body, including my ovaries, there’s little possibility that I can use my own eggs for a pregnancy. Hell, I’m still technically in menopause and have no clue if I’ll ever get my period back (TMI? Don’t read this blog then!).

But, all of that said, I still think about my legacy.  When Paul and I were picking our egg donor, her family health history was very important to us. We looked for red flags, like cancer, heart disease, metal instability etc. Obviously, you don’t WANT any of that if you can avoid it. Thankfully, our donor and her family, on paper, lacked those “bad” traits. Though I’m no dummy, that shit can hit her family tomorrow. I’m living proof of that.

Now, that the dust has settled with my own treatment, I realize that my own family will have to grapple with my diagnosis as it relates to themselves and their own families.  My thoughts immediately go to my brother Bob’s daughters.  Will my darling nieces have to get the BRCA gene test? Since I was BRCA negative, will that test and it’s results even be meaningful if they do have it? Will Bob and Sarah worry every day about their daughters’ susceptibility to cancer given that their paternal aunt got it?

I also think about my maternal cousins; but I’m less worried about them as they’re grown women who can make sound decisions for themselves. What about my first cousins’ children? I realize that’s a bit far removed, but I still think about it.

Finally, we all know that breast cancer doesn’t only impact women – men can get it too. For some reason, I feel cavalier on this front. I feel sure that no men in my family will be impacted. But that’s probably stupid of me. So to my brothers and my male cousins — FEEL YOUR BOOBIES. Sorry, it is what it is.

Ugh. I’ve been so busy thinking about me and getting through this ordeal. I didn’t stop to think what sort of reality and worry my DX may have wrought on my family and extended family.

My only hope is that this starts and ends with me. That my body simply went haywire and that’s the end of it.

Geez, reality does bite.

Drum Roll Please

I met Giuliana Rancic today! Yahoo!

The Bright Pink tea and fashion show were great. Paul was a little bit sad I dragged him along — he was one of the only men there. He’s such a good sport!

At the end of the event, we hopped into the receiving line, and before I knew it, I was talking to Giuliana!

Most people just walked up to her and got their picture taken, but not me, oh heck no. I started chatting her up! We talked about my journey and she was really warm and supportive. After a few minutes, we hugged and then Paul and I were off.

It was a fantastic day. I loved getting to meet Giuliana in person (it’s also worth noting that I totally stalked Sarah Knight but was too embarrassed to go ask her for a picture — it’s a little sad that I’m also UHbsessed with G’s assistant).

I am so happy right now! Enjoy the slideshow below!

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Sendin’ out a Giant Thank You

This post goes out to my cousins and all the Houston peeps who walked for breast cancer this past weekend.

Sonal, Shilpa, Ruchi and Heidi — I am so proud of each of you and want to thank you so much for taking time out of your busy lives to give back to the community and to help raise awareness about breast cancer and raise funds to assist fellow BC warriors.

I wish I could’ve been in Houston to walk and cheer the team on in person.  Since that wasn’t possible we FaceTimed each day and I virtually “walked” with them for a bit on the iphone (gotta love modern technology)! If you look closely at two of the pictures below, you’ll see my head on Sonal’s iphone!!!

Collectively, Team Andrea (aka Breast Foot Forward) raised just over $12,000 (amazing!) and the entire Avon Houston walk raised $2.1 million (wow!).

According to an email I got from Shilpa, the funds that she personally raised will help:

– 33 patients receive nutritious meals while undergoing treatment
– 21 uninsured people access to life-saving tests, such as a mammogram or a bone scan to see if breast cancer has spread
– 16 Uninsured Breast Cancer patients access chemotherapy treatment, and
– 4 new patients will receive bloodwork to determine the best course of treatment for their particular type of breast cancer
I’m running out of synonyms for the word “amazing” — but, holy cow — super cool, right?
I guarantee you that gal’s feet and knees are killing them after two days and 26.2 miles — but something tells me that it was worth it. They looked like they had a great time chatting and bonding along the route!
And to the SO’s in their lives who were there to cheer them along when they were getting tired, THANK YOU too! I know they appreciated the treats, coffee and wigs 🙂
You all ROCK in my book. How ’bout we all meet in McKinney in a few weekends and raise a glass to Heidi and Neal? Can’t wait to see you fools then! xoxo

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