Sunday - Sores have doubled again. I'm starting to think that this is not from stress. I'm suppose to teach the lesson in Relief Society but can't even talk. I go anyway and numb my mouth with lidocaine right before the lesson and somehow make it through. I come home from church and sleep. When I wake up I'm in so much pain I want to die. I make Trent take me to the emergency room because I really have not been in this much pain before (I probably have but this was bad). There were like 150 people in the waiting room so I decide I'm going to tough it out till the morning. We come home and Trent gives me a blessing. He says that my mouth will heal quickly and I will be able to do the things that I want to do next week.
Monday - Wake up, my whole body is covered in hives. I throw clothes on and go to the quick care. Doctor looks at my throat and asks if there is any reason why I would have a suppressed immune system right now. The way he says it makes me think that he thinks I have AIDS or something.... I tell him that I had cancer and just finished chemo 4 months ago. He tells me I have herpangina (isn't that the most awful name for an infection like this ever!!!) which is something kids are suppose to get. He gives me some steroids to help my mouth heal and I go home. I still can't eat, haven't eaten since Saturday. Only liquids when trying to take pain pills. I go home and go back to bed.
Tuesday - Wake up, feel like the sores are starting to heal a little bit. Take these awesome pictures of my mouth. I couldn't get all of them in a picture, but here are the ones in my throat and under my tongue. Start feeling so sad because the Brighton Reunion is this weekend and there is no way I'm going to feel well enough in two days to drive up to Utah and go to this. Decide that I'm going to try and choke down some nasty Cambell's Chicken Noodle soup because I really need the energy. While I'm stirring my soup I feel a strong impression that I will be better in two days to make the drive, and that I will be able to reach a goal I have had for myself all year.
Wednesday - Wake up, am able to talk a little bit for the first time in days. Still very weak and need to lay down for most of the day. Spend all day debating on if I will be able to make this drive tomorrow, or pack my stuff to go, I'm still not sure if I can do this. Start eating soups to try and get my energy back.
Thursday - Wake up, feel like I really can do this. Get the rest of my bags packed and head out the door at 10 AM. Drive 7 hours to Utah with Tru. Am able to eat solid food for the first time. The sores in my mouth are about 80% healed since Tuesday.
Friday - Can't sleep the night before because I am so excited to be going up to Brighton. I feel so happy and grateful that my prayers were answered and that I am able to do this. This reunion is the one thing that I have been looking forward to all year. While I laid in my bed for months on end, I would dream about coming back up to Brighton and seeing my friends. I really wanted to go on a certain hike this weekend but I realize that I will not be able to do it because I have been so sick... so I settle for just being able to go to Brighton and being there. Leave with my mom and sister around 3 PM and head up to Brighton...
***I really do feel like it was a total miracle that I healed so fast and was able to go up to Brighton. Last weekend was the one year mark from when I discovered my cancer and I was so happy when I realized this monumental weekend for me would fall on the Brighton weekend.
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wow- that is unbelievable- incredible- miraculous- meg- I cannot imagine teh pain you were in- that sounds so torturous and painful- I'm so sorry you had to go through that- you are one tough cookie. I'm so glad it's over and you coudl go to your reunion.
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