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Rebecca Young63 said:Hi everyone, I had a mastectomy at the beginning of May due to cancer. I’m supposed to start chemotherapy in a few days, but honestly, I am absolutely terrified.
I’m only 24, and it feels like life has thrown everything at me all at once... Sometimes I feel like I’m just losing ground, but I have every reason to keep pushing forward—my three-year-old daughter needs me. My biggest fear right now is the chemo itself, and I just don't know how my body will handle it...

hey there...

Please, try not to let the fear consume you, because letting it take hold can really impact the whole recovery process. You have to push through this, and when you look ahead, just focus on being there for your little girl, free from this fear and the feeling that you're failing...

My father fought his first battle with cancer when he was right around your age. Even now, thirty-four years later, he remains just as resilient and determined as ever. That is exactly who you are going to be... Don't let the anxiety win; you have to fight. You're young, and you have an entire lifetime ahead of you—a life spent with your daughter... you simply cannot give up now...

Stay strong... kisses

My parents have finally made it back home. Conversations with my mother have devolved entirely into discussions about handbags, as she seems determined to evade any mention of the hospital at all costs. I am not sure how other caregivers are coping with this, but ever since she fell ill, she has taken to sketching obsessively and buying bags with a manic intensity! Honestly, I don't think I have enough closet space left to hold even 😂
of them.
Anyway, moving on from that! gentlemoose62 was asking about the full scope of the examination process at Boeing. To clarify, you get the bloodwork and marker tests done in San Diego, and then you present those results at the hospital in Boeing. Once there, you first see your gynecologist, who performs an exam and provides a professional opinion regarding the next steps and when the follow-up should occur. With that assessment in hand, you visit your oncologist, who reviews all the findings along with that specialist's opinion to complete the evaluation. As my mother described it, they essentially performed a full physical assessment—searching for thickenings, checking lymph nodes and breast tissue... listening to the lungs. After a rather lengthy consultation, the appointment concludes with a diagnosis and the scheduling of subsequent appointments.

The next check-up is set for October 16th.

I am not certain how things are handled here, but in their system, once surgery and chemotherapy are finished, the patient is required to come in for a check-up every four months. If no metastases are detected within the first year, the requirement shifts to every six months during the following year.

That is all I have to share for now!

The weather in NYC is finally starting to feel a bit more normal... perhaps a change in season might help us all find a little more happiness and strength to keep fighting! Don't let them get you down! kiss

gentlemoose62 said:Thank you, I was actually wondering if they perform CT/PET scans there for follow-ups once the markers look good... I ask because I have the exact same diagnosis as your mother, yet I haven't had any imaging done in five years🤷
Please let me know

From what I gathered during my last conversation with my father, the answer is yes. Her markers have been stable for six months now, and during her check-up back in February, the doctors suggested a CT/PET scan just to be absolutely certain there isn't any metastasis, given that it’s been a year since the surgery. Apparently, over there—much like here in the States—a scan can cost around $1,500, though there might be an option to get it done in NYC for next to nothing if one has supplemental health insurance. My father mentioned something about a Mayo Clinic? Does anyone happen to have any insight regarding them? He supposedly already reached out to inquire, though he hasn't shared the specifics with me...

My parents are returning to America tomorrow, so hopefully, I will have more information to share then...🙂

Forgive me for being so brief with these updates, but I suppose you are all still stuck with me...

gentlemoose62 said:Wonderful🎉 Such lovely news to brighten my day... though I suspect as time slips by, the chances of that wretched thing returning grow slimmer by the hour...
👍Exactly like that!
Whenever you find a spare moment, please describe the scope of the testing they perform at the unknown facility... back in Cleveland, they wrap everything up in five minutes flat...🤷

Well... whether they are extensive or not, she arrives there with her blood work from the LAPD, checks in during the morning, and then the rest remains a mystery... all I know is that my father doesn't reach out until they are discharged, usually around 2:00 PM. I'll ask him in a few days, since I certainly can't bring it up to her... It seems they put in far more effort there than we see here... This time, they were likely deciding whether to proceed with the CT or PET scan, and if they go through with it... she'll be heading to New York City for the imaging in about two weeks...

Thank you for the support, and I will be in touch very soon...

Grace Fowler said:Greetings to all you fighters!!
I haven't been posting much lately because I’ve been dealing with an acute bout of sciatica—it truly feels like hell—and honestly, the painkillers and injections have been completely useless... And, if things don't take a turn for the better, I’ve been running a fever of 101.7 degrees constantly, and my blood work shows a massive infection (my CRP is at 187.8 when it should be under 5), which suggests some kind of infectious process is happening; the kidneys seem fine and it isn't my bladder, so if things don't settle down by Monday despite the antibiotics, I'll likely have to head straight to surgery... We can only hope everything stabilizes...
At least I can stay positive for my mom:-)
Sjebana: Well, we keep moving forward, I know you CAN handle this!!!!!
Best, Grace

It is quite difficult to read this... though I am sincerely hoping you check back in after the weekend to say things have improved and that surgery won't be necessary...

I'm keeping my fingers crossed, and thank you for staying positive on our behalf...

Hang in there! kisses

My mother underwent an extensive series of tests at the Mayo Clinic yesterday. As per usual, my father simply sent a brief text message stating, "everything is fine." In typical fashion, they are currently somewhere in transit, and I won't have any actual clarity for another few days...

I find myself somewhat stunned when I reflect on how much everything looked this time last year compared to where we stand today. To everyone on this forum, thank you because it was here that I found both emotional support and a wealth of information to pass along to my mother... Let us hope this improved health status persists longer... that we might finally begin to move past this constant state of anxiety...

The struggle continues,

stay strong, fellow fighters... kisses

Amy Jones20 said:How exactly do physicians attain such absolute certainty that no metastases have occurred during the excision of a malignant tumor...

I am not entirely certain how medical protocols are structured across the rest of the country, but in my mother's case, her surgical team consisted of three separate oncologists... Each specialist was responsible for verifying their own specific area to ensure that absolutely nothing was overlooked during the procedure...

Amy Jones20 said:I’ve been reflecting on something quite peculiar lately... I noticed that he’s been dealing with this slight, intermittent cough for about two months now. It isn't constant, mind you—just occurring a few times throughout the day. I find myself wondering whether this was a pre-existing condition that simply escaped my notice, or if perhaps his recent diagnosis has caused me to become somewhat more negligent regarding his health...
Is it actually possible that some of the malignancy migrated to the lungs, even if the lymph nodes came back clear...

My mother is a heavy smoker, and from the very moment she started feeling that persistent abdominal pain, she was gripped by this absolute panic that it was lung cancer... My grandfather passed away from lung cancer, and frankly, none of us wanted to see her go through that same tragedy. During her initial diagnosis, they mentioned there was some sort of spot on her lungs, but despite all that... even now, after a year and two months, there hasn't been any sign of metastasis, though she continues to smoke more frequently and her cough is only getting worse...

Amy Jones20 said:I am at a complete loss for words... I truly don't know what to think anymore... and the fear I feel for my mother is becoming overwhelming...

I brought the subject up with my parents, but they simply refuse to entertain the possibility that anything might be wrong... They are stubbornly clinging to the idea that Mom is practically cured and that the chemotherapy she underwent was merely a preventative measure, at least according to what the doctors at the hospital told her...

She is feeling quite wonderful, actually; she handled the chemotherapy remarkably well, and now she just has seventeen sessions of Herceptin remaining...

Am I overthinking this... or perhaps just being overly cautious...

It is perfectly natural to feel that underlying dread regarding your mother’s health, much like how parents often react when the subject is even broached... For my part, my brother tends to lose his temper every single time I bring up the reality of cancer and the anxiety its consequences cause me. My father is somewhat easier to talk to, primarily because he shares that same quiet terror. As for my mother, I have decided to stop attempting to bridge that gap... She has already made it clear that she finds my worry unnecessary, pointing out that since death could come tomorrow or perhaps five years from now, there is little use in dwelling on it. It seems she is already grappling with enough fear on her own, and I have no desire to burden her further with mine...

Don't let this weigh too heavily on you; we have all navigated these types of waters at some point, and I am well aware of how difficult this must be... If she feels strong and handled everything with grace, then perhaps you should simply trust that things will settle down as they ought to, even if you find yourself quietly worrying in the meantime...

Hang in there and keep the faith... kisses!

Nancy Thomas18 said:Hey everyone! My son basically dragged me straight from my morning errands to the hospital, and before I knew it, I was being wheeled in for my seventh round of chemo... I had actually started counting down the days, thinking there were still four left, so I hadn't quite given up hope yet.
Angela Wright, I am already so deep in debt that I wouldn't even dream of taking on any more, but thank you for the suggestion nonetheless.
I suppose there isn't much else to say... please don't follow my lead and falter... we just have to keep fighting...

I am truly glad your son stepped up and that you haven't lost heart! It sounds like your spirit is returning, and that is exactly how you need to move forward... kiss

Melissa Kim45 said:Pure propolis is truly an exceptional supplement, and that particular company offers quite a variety of other products as well. Everything can be easily ordered online, which is significantly more cost-effective than trying to find them at local pharmacies—though even then, most drugstores don't carry their full lineup, usually just sticking to the standard propolis since that's their bestseller... I don't personally believe that higher doses would cause any harm, though the maximum amount I ever administered to my mother was three doses of two daily. Whether a larger dosage yields a more pronounced effect is something I suppose depends entirely on the individual... I completely understand your impulse to go for those heavy doses, hoping to see immediate results and finally feel some sense of relief...
We might as well stop obsessing over the clock... In principle, every one of these supplements requires a certain window of time to actually work—that damned amount of time we all seem so terrified of lacking... As far as I am aware, whether it is the noni, the native propolis, or the various herbal teas, you can start incorporating them into your routine immediately...
One simply has to maintain a sense of patience and persistence...

It has been an entire year since the diagnosis was first handed down, which, in its own way, feels like a minor miracle... Given how my mother adamantly refuses to step foot in a hospital or even sit through a routine checkup, we have had to manage everything ourselves, conducting blood work and urine tests right here at home. Surprisingly, the results are excellent—significantly better than the last round of testing, actually. Everything seems to have stabilized. The doctor has agreed to review these home results, though I suspect the next steps will follow the exact same pattern we have endured thus far. Naturally, he insists that she come in for an in-person evaluation, but she won't hear a word of it... She is currently celebrating these improved numbers with nothing but a heavy cough and a steady stream of cigarettes...🙄

Fortunately, she actually eats—though she doesn't seem to put on an ounce of weight no matter what—and I do my best to ensure everything she consumes is healthy and fresh, even if that feels like an uphill battle... Every single meal begins with some variation of "I'm not hungry," "Oh, I wouldn't eat that," "I can't eat this," or "Goodness, you gave me so much," yet she ends up finishing it regardless. She refuses strawberries, turns her nose up at peaches, and won't touch parsley, treating it like it's nothing more than lawn clippings... 😁 He refuses the beet juice, he rejects the dark juices, he turns his nose up at apples and fruit compote alike... everything is far too firm, or perhaps much too hot, or excessively bitter, too soft, too chewy, too salty, yet somehow lacking salt...

The issue arises when she gets agitated; she starts swallowing large chunks of food without chewing, which inevitably leads to vomiting later on. I try my absolute best to prevent it from happening, but honestly, sometimes it’s just unavoidable... it happens. There are moments when I get worked up myself, and in those instances, I suppose I simply fail to notice it in time. To be perfectly honest, the real struggle here is managing our nerves—though, truth be told, it feels more like my anxiety is the primary issue rather than hers...😁

She’s incredibly frail and can barely manage to stay upright, though she does make the effort to walk... If she lost that ability entirely, she would simply spend her days crawling across the floor of the apartment. And as for any sort of assistance? She refuses the cane, ignores the walker, and remains quite stubbornly independent...

I find myself glancing at the clock, knowing full well that the nightly ritual of deceptive smoking is about to commence... She’ll light one up, insisting with absolute conviction that it is her very last one for the evening. Then, the moment I step out for a walk with the dog, she’ll strike another match the second my back is turned. I can already hear myself shouting right before bed—"Not again!"—only to be met with that weary refrain: "It’s just a few puffs before sleep..." And then comes the inevitable coughing fit that lasts until she finally drifts off. To make matters worse, she’s gone through the trouble of hiding little stashes all over the apartment, just in case I have one of my episodes where I start tossing her cigarettes out the window...

I am dedicating this particular post to Nancy Thomas18... 👍
Surrender is simply not an option... 👍

It is vital that one maintains a certain level of strength in these matters, provided the outcomes remain favorable... Perhaps you might consider mentioning the cigarettes to your mother less frequently, or perhaps not at all, to sow a bit of doubt and nudge her toward cutting back... Because right now, she is acting like a defiant child, simply rebelling against you for the sake of it... 😛

It is paramount that this year belongs to you, and that you remain just as resilient and fiercely determined alongside her... stay strong...

When my mother was struggling with low neutrophil counts, she actually followed the advice shared on this forum, attempting to manage it by consuming yogurt, grapes, and yeast...

shadowmason6 said:To be honest, ever since my mother received her diagnosis, my mind has been in a state of total disarray. I find myself constantly re-reading everything I’ve found on forums and the internet, obsessively running through various scenarios and trying to figure out our next move... there are these cycles of terrible moods, interspersed with moments where I attempt—quite unsuccessfully, I might add—to suppress this awful reality even for a fleeting second...
I come to this forum to recharge a little, because here I find people who are living through the exact same thing (or, unfortunately, something even worse) and fighting with such courage (well, perhaps more bravely than I am; Nancy Thomas, I am thinking specifically of you!!! 🙂)

In all this chaos, I completely neglected to check in after my mother's surgery... the procedure was on May 16th, and she was already back home after just eight days. She is recovering well.
Unfortunately, the pathology results aren't good. Some lymph nodes have been affected (five out of nine). 😢 😢 😢 Mom doesn't know about the results yet, but I won't hide them from her for long, as we need to get to the Mayo Clinic as soon as possible for further treatment. When I watch her walking around the house, smiling at my husband's silly jokes, I catch myself wishing I could simply refuse to believe these findings. I've decided to shield her from the bad news this weekend; I'm terrified it might break her. Even more so, I fear the oncologist at the clinic might just bluntley drop a grim prognosis in her face. I want to avoid that at all costs, but I honestly don't know if it's even possible or how to manage it (???) so I am dreading Tuesday.
Given that my mother only has about 30 cm of colon remaining and is experiencing very frequent bowel movements (which we are attempting to regulate as best we can through a grain-based diet), and considering it has only been 16 days since her surgery—could you please share your experiences regarding immune system supplements? Specifically, I'm looking at native propolis and Beta glucan, as those seem to have the most positive feedback.
For now, Mom is only taking native propolis (the nutritionist believes it's too early for Beta glucan), though I would much rather just hit her with massive doses of everything all at once 🙂 Someone else mentioned using 15 tablets of native propolis daily (which is nearly four times the recommended dose on the label), so I wanted to ask those of you more knowledgeable than I am—could that cause harm to the stomach, intestines, or the surgical site???
When your loved ones began their recovery after surgery, when did you start introducing other supplemental products, and what dosages did you use???
And one last thing—cheers to all the fighters out there!!! Nancy Thomas, are you listening!? 🙂

Believe me, even after a full year, neither I nor my family have found any sense of peace; we are all still reeling from the shock and the uncertainty. I constantly replay the whole ordeal in my head, searching for answers.

By pure coincidence, my own mother also had surgery on May 16th. However, she didn't make it home until 15 or 16 days later, due to both the complexity of the surgery and her inability to handle the transition due to the shock. 311 milesBut most importantly, your mother is recovering well and, from what I can see, has an appetite. It is certainly wise to shield her from the grim prognosis so she doesn't lose her will to continue treatment or succumb to additional anxieties. Some oncologists are quite skilled at delivering news gently, so I hope that will be the case this Tuesday.

I wasn't deeply involved in my mother's medical management, but from what I recall, she took native propolis with meals (three to four times a day). We didn't find other supplements necessary because we focused solely on providing her with freshly prepared, cooked fruits, vegetables, and meats...

Please, stay resilient and try not to let a dismal prognosis weigh you down... keep your chin up and fight with everything in your spirit... kisses

Nancy Thomas18 said:Reading through all your posts about how hard everyone has fought—and seeing that some are still battling even within their own families—my own will to keep fighting is starting to flicker... This forum, and that other one, truly mean a great deal to me. To be honest, I found myself saying just the other day that I’ve had enough of the treatment. I have two cycles of chemo left, but I simply lack the strength, the financial means for the supporting medications, and the desire to continue... My son has been by my side from the very start, but he nearly lost his mind when I told him this. I do have four ampules of Aloxi remaining, so if anyone could use them, please reach out via private message.

It is incredibly difficult for children to accept a devastating diagnosis, let alone remain silent when someone decides to stop fighting. I sincerely hope you won't make that choice; there are only two cycles of chemo left, and believe me, there won't be any more after that! Please, try to find your courage, grit your teeth, and push through... My mother was at her breaking point before those final two sessions, yet she went into every single one of them saying: "Let's just get this over with and be done; it's far too late to give up now!"

I called her today after three days of space, since as I mentioned recently, I am trying to grant her much more time and breathing room. How did it go? Surprisingly well—she seems much freer and more optimistic. There wasn't a single moment or word mentioned regarding the illness, which likely caught her off guard because she was actually laughing... Honestly, it has been such a long time since I heard her laugh genuinely... I finally experienced that moment.

I truly wish I could read that you aren't going to give up, and that you'll find a way to afford the medication and successfully complete your fight! Hang in there and stay strong...

vividskipper15 said:Over the last month and a half, my appetite has become completely unmanageable; I feel hungry constantly.
I’ve already gained about 15 pounds, yet I simply cannot find any way to control it. I am not taking any medications or supplements, and I am otherwise perfectly healthy. There isn't even anything specific calling to me—I eat the same things I
always have, just in massive quantities. Even two hours after a substantial lunch, the hunger returns and I feel forced to eat again.
I am at a loss as to what might be causing this... my doctor suggested it could be related to
stress, though I find that hard to believe. It isn't a matter of eating out of boredom, because
the hunger strikes regardless of whatever I am doing...
In short, I am quite unsure how to proceed...
Thanks!

I have dealt with this exact same issue for as long as I can remember, and I have never truly uncovered the underlying cause... the consequence being that I have been overweight since I was six years old. Now that I’ve been diagnosed with PCOS, I tend to blame my hormones for everything...

For me, there are periods where I have absolutely no interest in food at all, followed by these intense bouts where the hunger is relentless.

What can you actually do? Perhaps get your hormones checked or run some comprehensive blood work... it might be stress, or perhaps you should consider whether there is some deeper, subconscious issue driving you to eat...

mistyridge5 said:I was just re-reading my own words, trying to scrape together whatever little bit of strength and courage I have left...

I actually had a conversation with the doctor earlier. It appears chemotherapy isn't an immediate certainty for us... so now, I am simply holding onto the hope that the CT scan results come back clear.

Hang in there, and I truly hope you check back in soon to tell us that the CT scan looks good! May you find strength at every moment, every single day...👍

mistyridge5 said:Nancy Hernandez43, truly wonderful news... 😍

I recall how incredibly difficult it was for my mother to ask us for anything after her surgery and chemo, even if it was just a simple glass of water. She wasn't that kind of person; she wouldn't even stay in bed for a common cold or the flu... But back then, her body was simply broken, though her spirit remained absolutely captivating...

I remember one time she confessed to me how much it pained her to feel like she was a burden to us because she was struggling. We both laughed so hard then, sharing our deepest fears... She told me, "I will fight this until the very end!"

Even today, I am still moved by that indomitable spirit of hers, which stays with me constantly, tucked away in my heart and my thoughts...

We eventually learned to loosen our grip and stop reacting to every single sigh of hers; we just lived our lives. Going in for bloodwork results brought uncertainty only on that specific day; in the days leading up to it, the word "markers" didn't even exist in our vocabulary. Not because we were ignoring reality—we were acutely aware of the situation—but because she decided (for herself and for us🙂) that those "markers" would not dictate our existence or turn our lives into a landscape of fear...

Nancy Hernandez43, yes, we keep fighting... 👍

we really ought to establish some rules, whether they are mentioned or not, to minimize the influx of thanks. My mother used to declare publicly that she feared nothing and would gladly chat with anyone about her journey, yet when we actually asked her to say something or offer help... one could sense there was a significant gap between what she said and what she could actually do...

But regardless... THANK YOU! We continue the fight, with the same strength! 😍

Angela Wright said:Who could possibly find this news anything but wonderful...😍 Mom needs time to process things. Just offer her as much love and support as you can manage. Tell her she should feel free to speak openly about whatever is bothering her and set some boundaries for how everyone should behave. She is entitled to that.
I recall about ten years ago when my own mother went through a particularly depressive episode. Her company was facing some major hurdles, she was dealing with menopause, and life was just throwing everything at her all at once; she simply couldn't find a way to confront the chaos. A family friend, who happens to be a doctor, actually took her to see a very prominent woman for autogenic training. If she hadn't been such a well-known figure, an older generation probably wouldn't have even considered seeing her. It gave my mother a certain sense of confidence, realizing that one doesn't necessarily have to be "crazy" to seek out a psychiatrist or a psychologist, but rather that people simply reach a point where they need a framework to begin addressing the accumulated problems in their lives. It truly helped her, and those turned out to be the best ten years of her life...
Perhaps your mother also needs a model to follow, especially since she finds herself in such a completely new situation.
Hang in there, and I am sending both you and her a huge hug. Cherish each other. You have all the time in the world on your side, and I sincerely hope it stays this way for as long as possible. 🙂

Your posts always bring me a fresh sense of optimism, a new perspective, and a renewed desire to be more resilient for my mother's sake. We are going to scale back the constant attention for a while so she can relax slightly and slowly return to her normal routine. She has gradually returned to work, which keeps her occupied enough to keep the negative thoughts at bay. There will be an exhibition of her artwork soon, which will undoubtedly shift people's perceptions...

I believe the most important thing right now is ensuring all the test results come back clear, and once everything is finalized, I am planning a surprise for her. 😍 Up until now, she has truly shown how much she wants to give to both my brother and me, constantly showering us with things... it has actually become a bit embarrassing, and I keep telling her she’s overdoing it, though we both accept everything just to see her happy...

We keep fighting; there is no giving up!👍 Kisses to everyone!

Yesterday marked a sort of turning point regarding my mother... First, she went in to have her blood drawn, having to pay $28 for those marker tests. But really, what is money compared to the hope that this analysis might actually show she's doing well?

She doesn't speak about her fears or her pain; instead, she just breaks down internally... She won't even see a therapist because her "therapists" are cigarettes, piles of scribbled-on paper, and the occasional glass of wine with friends. Naturally, all of this weighs heavily on us at home, yet no one seems willing to sit down and talk to her or warn her against her own tendencies...

At the last check-up, the doctor advised my father that it was time for a PET/CT scan, given that a full year has passed since the surgery. Upon hearing this, my mother insisted it wasn't necessary. My father, bypassing her objections, arranged for the imaging in New York City, and as soon as we visit the oncologist at Avian next week, we will know if it truly was required... Still, she hardly says a word, though you can see the terror in her eyes, and that PET scan is absolutely necessary.

Before we left for New York City, I couldn't help myself; I tried to reach into her psyche in a rather blunt way to understand why she keeps everything bottled up... It turns out she isn't afraid of finding cancer again or facing a new battle; she is afraid of what people say about cancer and how painful their struggles were. When I asked why she stays silent, she gave me an answer I never expected... She told me she sees how hard we are all working for her, how much attention we give her to create the impression that she is dying, and it hurts her... So, she says nothing, so that we don't sense her fear of death and so she doesn't burden us. After two hours of talking, I realized just how difficult it is to inhabit the skin of someone fighting cancer, and now I admire all of you true warriors even more...

Anyway, all the results arrived today, and every single value is within the normal range, including the markers—and her hemoglobin is at a respectable 147! Both of us struggle with anemia, but it seems she is currently at the peak of her physical strength... I suggested she relax a little and talk things over with her father, but she said she still doesn't feel capable of discussing everything running through her mind. I also warned my father to step back just a little, so her anxieties might subside...

That is all from me, and I truly hope that some sunshine and clarity find all of you warriors very soon... I am thinking of you all... hang in there

Adam Myers22 said:My father passed away two days ago after suffering through fifteen agonizing months... I want to thank everyone for their posts, particularly Angela Wright.

I am truly sorry it couldn't have ended differently and that he had to endure such immense suffering... please accept my deepest condolences.

Angela Wright said:It’s from Heder. You really ought to order directly from them because it works out much cheaper... $3.25. We used to buy it in sets of six bottles, and they would always throw in an extra one for free.

That is certainly good to know... we have mostly been picking it up at local pharmacies, though my mother hasn't actually been drinking the native propolis for about four months now... or rather, she just takes it whenever she feels the need to...

Melissa Kim45 said:Do you have any idea how much you all have helped me? 😘

It is truly heartening to know we could assist, even in such a modest capacity... hang in there.