tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037973967040093579.post8582638765377533895..comments2024-02-16T02:42:12.726-08:00Comments on Trisha Faggiolly Barrett: a quick and overdue update...Cerenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15563961707069122827noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037973967040093579.post-26545833735399584632008-10-29T18:28:00.000-07:002008-10-29T18:28:00.000-07:00Trisha and Oak, My friend Patty would like to shar...Trisha and Oak, My friend Patty would like to share this poem with you that helped her through her hard time with cancer 15 years ago.... Untitled By Sylvvia Piveness They tell me that it's cancer, that the breast has got to go My anger makes me throw things and the tears won't stop their flow. I question all the doctors and I plow through every book 'cause I know I'll find their error if I study and I look. But al last I come to realize that the doctors all are right and I have to bite the bullet and to overcome my fright. The telephone keeps ringing it's my family and friends who tell me of their sorrow and the prayers that they send. Tomorrows operation day, It's time to say goodbye To a friend that's been a part of me-a thing that make men sigh! I know it's kind of silly talking to a mound of fat But we've shared a lot together and you're more to me than that. You've been my sign of femaleness,my sexiness and style. You've dictated my image and held up for quite a while. From groping teen-age "cop-a-feels" to college frat pre-meds, To loving, caring marriage strokes and pillowed babies heads. Thank You for a job well-done when needed you were there. I don't fault you for breaking down; just for breaking up a pair! I can't tell Mom and Dad just yet, the shock would be too much. I'll tell them when it's over then I'll keep in constant touch. It's D-Day and I'm in OR and suddenly start to sob When I see the lights and masks and know it's time to start the job. I say good-bye and drift away and the next thing that I know I hear a voice say "Here she comes" and "Sylvia, wiggle your toe" The first day is a haze of fog and I'm feeling pretty bad. My stomach wont' stop churning and my head's a cotton pad. My bathroom habits save me 'cause who else do you know that every minute has to walk from bed to bath to go? The next day I'm in great shape with makeup all in place. The IV's gone; I'm getting bored; but bed's still my home base. The flowers and the candy and the friends who come to say "My God, I can't believe how great you look in just one day." My doc (I think I love him) smiles "You need have no more fear. The lymph nodes say they're negative so now you're in the clear." Today I'm back at home again; it's just a memory. But I've got a flat reminder of what was done to me. I've got a great big luncheon date set up with all my friends. We're gonna laugh and eat and drink and pat the waiters ends. And then we're going shopping to find a new foam breast. They'll tell me if it's pointy and can pass the pinching test. We'll pick one that looks perfect so that when I strut my stuff I'll still get looks and whistles from the guys who think they're buff. So outside I'll be different and with changes some will see But if you look way down inside you'll see that I'm still ME!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037973967040093579.post-8830532009671258892008-10-29T16:17:00.000-07:002008-10-29T16:17:00.000-07:00Trisha & Oak,Thanks for the update. Glad Tris...Trisha & Oak,<BR/>Thanks for the update. Glad Trisha has been feeling so GREAT! You both are amazing and inspire us daily. We wanted to let you know we've been thinking about you guys and hope to meet up, soon.<BR/>Happy Halloween!!<BR/>xoxox,<BR/>Lyndee & Family<BR/><BR/>p.s. bathroom looks beautiful!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037973967040093579.post-54578732769068753352008-10-29T10:53:00.000-07:002008-10-29T10:53:00.000-07:00thats some fine craftsmanship.-Nicholasthats some fine craftsmanship.<BR/><BR/>-NicholasAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4037973967040093579.post-20075571632640215372008-10-28T22:44:00.000-07:002008-10-28T22:44:00.000-07:00Trish...I always gain such inspiration from you. ...Trish...I always gain such inspiration from you. I am at Stanford right now receiving chemo. I will be here until either Thursday night or Friday morning...hopefully in time for "trick or treat". I have only 2 more left...at first 17 rounds (16 months of chemo) seemed impossible...but we do it...we are determined...and "c" definitely picked the wrong chicks. My ct scan is clear...still no NED and I will soon have another MRI on my foot. I am glad things are going well. I know the anticipation of surgery can be tough(it is not knowing the unknown)...but I remember how GREAT I felt knowing that the demon was finally out of my body...whether dead or alive...I just wanted him out. And you are right there. Keep staying busy...enjoying your family and your life. I am so proud of you...you are amazing.<BR/><BR/>Congratulations on everything...and you will make the right decision on what surgery option to make.<BR/><BR/>Staying strong-<BR/>CindiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com