I felt pretty good after my surgery.  That week, after my shower 48 hours later, I tried to go out a little bit each day.  My son's car, his 16th birthday present, was pretty much declared a total after a pot hole caused a strut tower to collapse...needing about a $4,000.00 repair, we were pretty sad.  Drake drove his Grandpa Ray's car for a few days as he recovered from foot surgery.  He drove Steve's car the week of my surgery, and Steve drove mine.  However, it was pretty apparent that Drake would need a car.  I have no idea how kids these days, who work and do sports all year round, go without one...I know I'd never be able to shuttle him to all of his places, or be without my own car if he borrowed mine.

Knowing Drake's car was not fit for sale to the public, I saw an ad from Dave's Jackson Nissan, saying they'd give a minimum $3,000.00 for your trade-in, as long as you picked something that was a minimum of $10,000.00 from their lot.  Or, LOTS, as I learned later.  On their Jackson website, there were a few cars I thought looked like they had potential.  That Friday there had been enough ice to close all the local schools, but I didn't let a little ice, or a dangling drain tube coming out of my armpit, stop me from car shopping.  I shoved the drain tube in my front pocket and put on a long shirt, had Steve drive and told Drake to come with us, we were going to find him a new car.

It was hard to really see the price tags because the ice was coating all the windows of the cars on the lot, but I quickly found out that the three cars I wanted to look at were at their different locations; one in Jonesville, the other two in Mason .  We decided to drive up to Mason to have a look....

The Jackson dealership had called ahead, and they had one of the cars we were interested in, a red Chrysler 200, warming up for us.  The black 200, when the door opened, smelled like cigarettes, so that one was out.  A white Ford Fusion, which we test drove, was OK, but didn't really excite any of us, and had more miles than the red 200.  The red 200 was really super nice...I rode in the back seat...I don't think anyone had ever sat back there.  It was immaculate, no visible scratches or scuffs, and handled very well. While riding in the backseat of the car, my phone rang...it was Dr. Frantzis' office, giving me an update of the pathology report from my surgery.  Of the 14 lymph nodes they had removed, and the tissue surrounding the areas where the tumors had been, there were ZERO CANCER CELLS detected!  I'd had what they call a Complete Response to the chemo...it truly had KILLED MY CANCER, just like I'd been telling myself it was doing during those long five months of chemotherapy earlier... I'd gotten a miracle!!!
 They let us drive that car back to Jackson to think about it some more.  The good news gave that car a positive vibe, kind of like we'd gotten a sign to get that car...

Drake drove me home, as I was still taking narcotic pain pills and couldn't drive, Steve drove the prospective car, and we told them we'd think about it.  The next day we went back to the dealership, Steve driving Drake's Grand Prix, to trade it in.  We discussed the route he'd take ahead of time, as he didn't want to go more than 30 miles an hour...I followed him, and every time he went over a railroad track or a particularly bumpy part of road, he'd raise his arm, pumping his fist...you see, we were warned the other strut tower could collapse at any time.  Well, the Grand Prix made it to Jackson Dave's, we made a deal, and Drake got his new car.

Looking back at the week post-surgery, I can't believe I had the energy I did to car shop.... Drake loves his new car, and I'm glad it all turned out.  I don't think I was totally on my "game," like I'd normally have been...which means I would have looked for cars until I was satisfied I'd gotten the absolute best deal, but I think we got a great deal, and didn't have to worry about what to do with the Grand Prix.  It turned out to be a win-win for all of us.

I finished my chemo on November 25th, and it certainly was a great Thanksgiving.  I was so grateful to have made it through the chemo...I was excited to have a few weeks feeling great, before I had my surgery.  However, the joke was on me.  Thanksgiving night I went to the casino with my parents, friend, and aunt.  I started feeling pretty crappy...when I got home, I took my temperature and realized I had a fever.  The magic number when you are a cancer patient is 100.5...they want you to call if it gets that, or higher.  Well, for a few days, I monitored it, but it went higher...I ended up in the emergency room, where they checked me out fully, sent me home, and basically, found nothing wrong with me.

Later that week, I ended up calling Oncology...it had been several days since I'd had a fever, and went to see Dr. Trimble...he was the doctor on call while my Doctor was out of town.  He was convinced I had an infection in my port.  I had to come in the week before my surgery, 5 days a week, for IV antibiotics.  The fever finally went away, the weekend  before my surgery.
I had my surgery on a Monday...I learned that there is a procedure called a "double needle biopsy" which is done before a lumpectomy.  A few hours before your surgery, you go to an ultrasound room, where they use the ultrasound machine to find your tumors.  They then will mark them with a wire, placed in your breast with a needle, and a shooting of blue dye.  My doctors had a problem...they couldn't find my tumors!  They were actually both completely gone.  One of my doctors called Dr. Frantzis to ask if he still wanted to perform my surgery, as they couldn't see any tumors.  Dr. Frantzis said yes, use the little clips that had been dropped in last May as markers, and put the wires and dye inside.  That procedure was the most painful part of all...the numbing agent didn't work that well, and I had to have two needles dropping wires put deep into my breast on two locations.  One of my doctors spoke very broken English... I had a difficult time understanding him.  But what was crystal clear were his words, over and over, "I so sorry I hurting you.  I so sorry I hurting you," as he completed his procedure.  I was wheeled back into my room to await my surgery.

My surgery was, in my eyes, extremely successful.  While Dr. Frantzis claimed he removed a lot of tissue, my two incisions and stitches were menacing, but my breast was, in my eyes, completely normal looking.  I would be able to wear normal bras.  I would still have cleavage.  I could wear tank tops and v-necks.  I wouldn't need the "little filler" he thought I might need in my bra.  And most importantly of all, he claimed to have "gotten it all." I went home the next day, after meeting with a physical therapist who took me through various exercises to stretch the muscle in my arm area, a drain tube hanging from my armpit and instructions on how to measure and empty my discharge.  Told not to shower for 48 hours, I went home and vegged on the couch.

After being locked out of my blog for about two weeks...very frustrating...I finally figured out how to get back in.  Technology is certainly amazing, but also very trying and upsetting.  I've had good news to share, and have been unable to, until now...so, here it is.  My MRI results were given to me last Tuesday when I went for my chemo treatment.  My main tumor...when it started, I believe it was 2.8 cm in size...has shrunk so much, there is just a little liquid there...my doctor"s exact words were, "so basically, it's gone!"  My other tumor, located in the axillary tail of my lymph nodes, was unable to be viewed by the MRI machine, as it was too high for the machine to reach.  But it was only like maybe 1 cm big, and I'm hopeful that it has shrunk, too...or even disappeared as well.

This is why I had the chemo first...to have a smaller surgery at the end.  My surgery is planned sometime mid-December...my surgeon is getting the MRI results, and I'm sure I'll have something more definite set up soon.  Please keep good thoughts that I'm able to have a lumpectomy and not a full mastectomy, as that is my goal.  Smaller surgery...smaller recovery time...let's get this show over with!

I've been struggling with the notion of genetic testing, being tested for the brca 1 and brca 2 genes.  They are known as the "cancer" genes.  It is a two part process...the first part is genetic counseling, where they evaluate your risk...the second part is actually the test itself, which is sent to a lab in California and results are given if you have the mutation or not.  I weighed all the pros and cons, and decided to have the counseling.  It's not cheap, and insurance only pays a little bit of it.  My out of pocket cost is about $400.  My appointment was two days ago, Friday, at 4:30.  The entire phone call lasted about 45 minutes.  I learned that every person has 2 genes, one from their mom, and one from their dad.  We all carry the cancer genes, but only if it mutates does it become a risk.  Less that one % of the population has the mutation, and after doing my family history, I've learned I have a 10.5%~13% chance of carrying the mutation.  I don't feel comfortable with the possibility of having a double mastectomy in about a month, and hysterectomy soon after, on that percentage, so my plan is to continue on course and possibly next summer having the actual test to see if I have the mutation.  Let's look at to this way...there is an 87-89.5 % chance that I DON'T have it.  I can live with that for now.

I only have three taxol treatments left.  Changing to the abraxane has greatly reduced neuropathy in my hands and feet, and that was the goal, but I've had different side effects with this last chemo drug. Mouth sores (again,,,had them with the a/c), extreme fatigue on Friday and Saturday, nausea over the weekend (but it goes away with the nausea pills), dry mouth, dry skin, a metallic taste in my mouth that comes and goes, a dry, bloody nose, stuffy nose etc...but, other than that, I just keep telling myself...all of that is temporary, I can get through that...neuropathy is something you can be stuck with for LIFE!

On a positive note, I got new hair this week.  Elegante studio in Lansing is amazing.  And my mom won't believe this, but I was told how nice it was to work with me because...get this... "I'm not picky!"  Ha!  Do they KNOW me?  I'm about the pickiest person in the world!  However, this time, I knew what I wanted, so it was easy to point to the styles I wanted to try.  It went like this:  "yep, I love it, put it in the "get" pile.  I kind of like it, let's put it in the "maybe" pile."  I thought I wanted a bob, which I loved from the front, but not the back...too short, feels like they ride up anyway, so those didn't work.  5 more in the "get" pile, one more in the "maybe" pile, and only 2 or 3 in the "no" pile.  It was a ton of fun...I was getting sick of wearing the same two wigs every day, and now I have some variety.  I've learned you have to take your joys during cancer any place you can get it.  And who doesn't enjoy a fresh new look every once in a while?

Thanks for sticking around and reading these blogs.  I appreciate your support. 😊

I know people are asking when I'm going to blog again, but truthfully, I'm working pretty much full time again, and am having trouble finding the time.  I have had 7 taxol treatments out of 12...I have 5 left.  Truthfully, 5 treatments in it was decided my neuropathy in my hands and feet was getting too bad...I learned I have a really good chance of having it for my entire life...so, to lessen the effects, they changed my chemo medicine to abraxane (not sure I'm spelling it correctly).  It's very similar to taxol, only more expensive.  I was worried about the change, but the doctors assured me it was no less effective, and my insurance ok'd it, so I was good to go.  I think I'm a little bit more tired on this drug, and had some nausea for a few days, but with a few pre-med tweaks, I'm good to go.  I also had a pretty good scare last week when my port wouldn't work...I didn't realize how lucky I am to have a port until I had to start my chemo with an IV in my right arm...no left arm blood work for me, ever, because I've had lymph nodes removed...I didn't know that until last Tuesday.  And it stings and burns going into the arm.  So lucky they were able to unblock the clot and get it going again.  I cried, I was so relieved they were able to fix it.  Otherwise, I think my arm would have ended up looking like a junkie's from all the needle marks...

Working full time has been a nice transition...I'm still having my treatments on Tuesday afternoons, and Friday, I'm going in a few hours later, but other than that, I'm teaching all my classes, and I'm proud to say that even undergoing chemo, in the first 8 weeks of school, I've only missed one day of work...and that was due to a migraine headache.  I'm tired at night, and on the weekend it feels like I'm catching up on my rest, but it's all good.  Only five more weeks of chemo to go!  I'm 75% done with the 20 week regimen...and this Wednesday, I'm having my MRI to see just how the chemo has affected my tumors.  Hopefully, they are shrinking, so I can have a smaller surgery in December.

The biggest question around this house is where my son Drake will go to college next fall.  He's been accepted at CMU and Wayne State, getting nice package offers from each for his GPA...he's been accepted at Jackson College, and been asked to play on their soccer team...he even went and practiced with their team last week to check them out.  He's been contacted by Albion College's baseball coach, who invited him to play next year, and is waiting on his acceptance to MSU...he's feeling pretty confused right now, and we talk about his options almost every day, all good problems to have.  I've jokingly given him a 2 hour radius to "leave his mama..." but no, seriously...he's got two hours!  ;)  I'm constantly aware that this is my son's senior year, probably his last year at home...and when this whole cancer ordeal began, I made a conscious decision that I would miss as little of his sporting events as possible.  Well, I think I made every soccer game but one, and it was an hour away and pouring down rain.  I probably wouldn't have gone even IF I didn't have cancer.  So, Steve went and kept me updated with text messages.   I was at his senior parents' day for soccer, made him a beautiful poster for the display, and was even on the football field at half time when he was crowned the Jackson High homecoming king.  Both events were really windy, and I was scared to death my wig was going to blow off...but it didn't, and I'm so grateful I was able to attend.  We got his formal senior pictures taken for the yearbook, and they turned out great.  Bring on bowling in December!  At least it's inside...and no wig blowing worry there.  I couldn't be more proud of my son, and how well he's handled the added stress of having a mom with cancer.  He really is an amazing kid...and if it sounds like I'm bragging about him, I'm sorry... I probably am!  But I just feel so lucky to be his mom.

Halloween is just around the corner...I love this time of year.  Yesterday we reinstated a tradition of carving pumpkins and eating white chicken chili with my parents...I realized we've done this since we lived on 4th street...I actually had 13 pumpkin carving kits, all different...it felt nice to do something so normal... I want to make sure the holidays are cheerful around this house, too.  I think I'm looking at mid December for my surgery, so I need to get stuff out early this year...gotta be prepared in case I have no energy as it gets closer to Christmas.  I need to have my shopping completed, and everything set...

I'm ready for some new wigs... These are getting old, and I'm sick of how I look in them.  Actually, I'm ready for my own hair to start to grow back...I've lost about 2/3 of my eyebrows, but am able to pencil them in.  It's not been as traumatic as I worried about, but does look pretty weird without any makeup.  Also, I've lost about 2/3 of my left eyelashes, and about 1/2 of my right...isn't that weird?  I use that Mary Kay lash and brow serum every night, and I'm convinced that's the only reason I have any at all.  I bought some fake eyelashes, but haven't had to wear them yet... But am ready if I need to.  Five more weeks. Five more weeks.  Then hopefully, stuff will start to grow back.  Keep your fingers crossed for my MRI results, ok?  Thanks for reading...

I want to say that two weeks into taxol, and after my third treatment today, it is definitely easier on my body than the a/c.  I was grocery shopping at Meijer's on a Sunday, and remarked to Steve that in the last two months, this was the first Sunday after a treatment that I was able to do that.  Yeah, I'm a little more tired on Friday and Saturday, but nothing like the 3 days of not leaving the house, or driving, or basically, going anywhere, during the first four rounds of chemo.  This is definitely a relief!

Today Tracy was my nurse again, and I just really enjoy her...she has so much personality.  I always said that the oncology department is a terrible place to be a member, but they do everything in their power to make it not as terrible as it could be.  Today, during treatment, the machine tha regulates the flow of fluids into my port seemed to act up...Tracy was kind of beating on it, saying something like "Don't be kicking air bubbles into my line!"  What?  Air bubbles? "Uh, Tracy?  You aren't trying to kill me, are you?."  "Oh, no," she assured me.  "It takes more than a line of bubbles to kill you.  I know in all the tv shows, they make it look like a single air bubble will kill you, but that's not true.  I promise...you'll be fine."  "Holy crap!"  I was really nervous, but she was right...she didn't kill me, even though I assured her that I watch ALL the CSI's and Law and Orders, and, yes, people are definitely killed ALL the time by air bubble!  What a fake!

Side effects seem to be less pronounced...I've had a little of the neuropathy in my hands and feet, but not a lot so far.  Tired at the end of the week, more than just the usual tired of a working mom, but way less than the overwhelming fatigue I felt a month ago.  Still holding onto my eyebrows and eyelashes (keep your fingers crossed for me, will you?) and still have my arm hair, facial hair, and my head, though buzzed bald, still has a stubble you can feel with your hands...but a week and a half ago, I lost the nose hair...dang it!  Now Kleenex is my very best friend.  Between the cold I've had and the cough I can't shake, it just... feels pretty normal...every year going back to school, I've gotten sick in September.  We have so many sick kids right now, it isn't even funny!  And most of our staff has been sick too.  Drake's soccer team has had sickness, too, so I think it's pretty much all over town right now...

I'm really appreciative of the half days I'm able to work, and rotating with one day working in the afternoon instead of the morning has been great.   I'm tryong to have all my papers graded each day before I leave, so I can keep tabs on ALL of my kids, even the classes I'm only physically teaching one day a week.  I'm working with my sub every day, making sure he knows what he's doing for each class, and getting feedback on how things went during the classes he taught.  It almost feels like I have a student teacher again, only I'm not there to observe and correct...my job is to not feel guilty about the time I'm spending on me.  This is probably the most difficult thing I've ever done...walked away during a school day.  But, I'm doing it so I will (hopefully) never have to walk away from my students for any length of time in the future, ever again.  "This too shall pass" has been my mantra from the beginning, and "this is only temporary, you WILL get through this," has been my back-up saying.  Everyone needs a positive voice in their head...these have been mine.  Ooooh, voices in my head!  Side effects from the anti-nausea meds?  Just kidding.  I've already stated in previous posts that I talk to myself, nothing new there.  But, did you know that sometimes, I talk to myself in different, funny sounding accents?   It's all just practice, really, for my real job...of teaching English, and reading out loud to groups of children (albeit big ones!) of which many never got read to when they were little.  A love of reading is instilled when a child is very small, and most of my kids never got that privilege, so I do everything in my power to make it a great experience for them now.  ( I once had a student tell me "Reading is for rich people."  Honestly, I can't make that stuff up.  Isn't that crazy?) Anyway, I was reading a short story to my class last Wednesday, called "The Right Kind of House," and used different voices for the characters...a deep, gruff voice for Mr. Waterbury, and for the part of Sadie Grimes, I used this really crackly, gnarly sounding old- lady voice.  When I looked out at my class to make sure they were following along, they were all staring at me, some with open mouthed wonder.  Several times throughout the story, I looked up...and the entire class was still staring.  I tried not to crack up, but knew I had them! And I was doing my job.  The post reading activity went great, the kids delved into theme, protagonist, antagonist, plot...everything you'd want someone to know, and I even heard some really good original thoughts on their take of things.  The following Monday, as we were beginning our next short story, I said to the class, "OK, how about this time when I read, you all follow along and don't just stare at me like you did when I read our last short story!"  The kids cracked up, and said, "It was that old lady voice!  It was so awesome!  I never had anyone read a story like that aloud before!"  

And that, my friends, is why I teach at alternative high school.  They can really appreciate something that a lot of kids were able to take for granted growing up.  An adult, taking the time, to read to them.  Shouldn't every kid have that?  So if they didn't get it at six, I'm gonna give it to them at sixteen.  It's never too late to become a reader.

Yesterday I had my first taxol treatment....the first 30-40 minute infusion was straight Benadryl...then 2 other little infusions, then the decadron, the steroid to help prevent nausea, and finally the taxol, a full one hour infusion.  My total appointment time yesterday; about 3 and 1/2 hours.  Just glad I don't have to go back the next day for a shot.  I will say, that Benadryl pretty much knocked me out.  I felt bad for my mom, instead of having me to visit with, she was pretty much relegated to foot shaker if I began snoring...luckily, I didn't.  I would have been so embarrassed!  They made such a big deal about a possible allergic reaction, which would have been an anaphalyctic one...they even had an oxygen machine behind me just in case.  Luckily, no reaction.  That's what the Benadryl is about.

Last week I was so happy for Friday.  I was really glad to be back to work, with my students, and I had a really good first week, but I was pretty tired.  My sub told me on Monday how he couldn't believe how tired he was, it was the most tired he could remember being.  We had a good laugh about how a lot of people don't get how exhausting being "on stage" all day long can be.  It's the talking, and reading, and just being fully present that does it.  But, it's so worth it.  I was lucky, working mornings only afforded me the opportunity to miss the extreme heat of Friday afternoon...when I left at 11:30 on Friday, it was already 88 degrees in my classroom...it was well above that when school let out Friday.  This week is supposed to be better, and for that, I'm grateful.  Working without air conditioning is a challenge, something we had in our old building...last year.it was something I had to adapt to.  Extreme heat plus chemo...not the best combination.  Today it felt about perfect in my room.  I went in and worked the second half of the day, taught my afternoon classes and let my sub teach my morning ones.  I did that because I wasn't sure how I'd feel this morning after my treatment yesterday, and also for the chance to be with my last two classes.  I think I will do this each Wednesday of this first marking period.  I think it's also best for the kids.

Several of my students told me they liked the hair I was wearing today best...it reminded them the most of my old hair.  I said, "You mean my wig?"  They all said it looked really nice.  I told them that this morning I cut the bangs on it, and they all said it looked great.  One kid said, "A-plus, Mrs. Csage."  Another girl said, "I thought the one you wore on the first day of school looked a lot like your old hair.  I didn't even know that was a wig."  I told her it was because I thought it was most similar to my old color, right down to the dark roots.  I shared with the class that the hardest thing about the whole wig thing was that none of them really looked like my old hair, and the hardest thing is looking in the mirror and seeing someone different looking back.  Like I said earlier, I've been very up front about my situation with my kids, and because of that, I think I've gotten respect from my students.  They all have been really understanding with my working half days...several ask me how I'm doing and how I'm feeling...there's a lot of empathy in my little alternative school.  Empathy from kids who live in homes and faces challenges every day that most of us can't even comprehend.  They make me proud to be their teacher.

This Saturday, speaking of wigs, I woke up at 5 in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep...I had something weighing on my mind...I needed to wash my wigs.  I decided to just get up and do it.  I got my instruction guide out, and filled both bathroom sinks with water.  In one sink, I put the wig shampoo.  In the other, the wig conditioner.  I then took a wig, and swished it around the shampoo for a few minutes.  It had to be rinsed, and because I'd set up the drying station in the bath tub, that left the shower.  I turned on the shower, and holding it under the spray, rinsed it out.  I was pretty wet myself, then took the wig to soak in the conditioner.  Got the next wig, shampooed it, got the one out of the conditioner, turned on the shower again, rinsed it really well, wrung it out gently, and put it on a wig stand, in the tub to dry.  I did this for five wigs...I had to save the sixth one to wear that day.  About half way through, Steve yelled at me, "What are you doing?"  I told him I was washing my wigs, go back to sleep.  I think he thought I was crazy.  I had no idea how long it would take them to dry, and truthfully, I was hoping that this didn't ruin them.  I also took my two wigs that were tight and uncomfortable, and stretched them out.  By the time I was done, I was soaked and my floor was drenched.  Oh well, it needed to be mopped anyway.  That night, I took each one and combed them out by hand...it was a pretty long process, and you can't comb a wet wig, but now each wig is good for roughly another 7 wearings each before needing to be washed again, and the stretched out one fits beautifully now, and is the one given an "A plus" by my student today.  I'm glad I didn't give up on it, and took the time to try to stretch it and make it fit.  It might even be my most comfortable wig!

This week I'm grateful to be back to work, even if it is on a modified day.  The effects of last Tuesday's chemo treatment hit me this weekend, especially Sunday and Monday, but I knew I had to get up Tuesday and put on a brave face.  I got up extra early, even though technically I have less to do to get ready, mainly my hair...it's a good thing I planned it like that.  Shower...lay on the bed.  Get dressed...lay on the bed.  Then, I made the mistake of taking some of my meds without eating first, and got sick to my stomach...not a great way to start the new school year.  Somehow, I made it.

Anyone who has looked at my Facebook page may have noticed that one of my students, Luke, shaved his head in honor of me.  He is the brother of Amber, another student (graduate) that I've written about, and he and his family have been so supportive of me and what I've been going through.  I saw Luke Tuesday morning and gave him a hug...he told some kids that he did it for me...it was a pretty humbling moment, and I think a lot of the other students thought that was a pretty worthy thing that he had done.  I joked in front of the kids that "that's what my head looks like."   I just want to be up front with the kids and let them know that I AM wearing a wig.  I DO have cancer.  I AM undergoing chemo treatments...even will have them on days that I teach.  But I also want them to know that I'm going to get through this, and I'm there in the morning, because I care about them.  And please, don't mind the special bathroom stall with my name one it, with a big fat sign that I made saying "kids- do not use!  Mrs. Csage only!"  I can't believe no one has asked me about that.  By the way, after a chemo treatment, you excrete the chemotherapy for up to 48 hours afterwards, so it's just a precaution for the kids.  Our secretary and custodian decorated the inside of my stall... A shelf installed, floral arrangement and wipes...hilarious!  Anything to bring a little cheer...even into the ladies' restroom 😊

I keep getting crazy gifts...crazy in a good way.  My mom and dad bought me a Pandora bracelet to celebrate the end of the A/C, with a good luck charm on ot.  I love it.  A high school friend of my husband, also a breast cancer survivor, sent us a huge gift certificate to a local restaurant, with a knowing note about not feeling up to cooking when going back to work.  Steve and I just looked at each other...it was our first day back last week, before kids, and realized neither one of us had gotten something out for that evening...we used that gift card that night...it was like some kind of sign for us to do that.  My Aunt Susie brought me some meals over yesterday, knowing that when school started up...it was awesome.  And today at work, a 2014 graduate and his mom, Dawn, who I just adore, sent me two pedicures...one for me, and one for my mom, at a beauty shop up the road from my house.  I was so blown away with the thoughtfulness of everyone mentioned above.  But one more thing:
Last week we had an open hope for back to school.  And waiting for me, in my classroom, was a giant bouquet of yellow balloons, a yellow flower (keeping the sunshine going, says Sabrena), and a huge card with personalized messages from all of our returning students, to me, as they came in to enroll for this upcoming school year.  Probably the most amazing note was from a graduate who apologized to me, said she regretted that she wasn't nicer to me last year, found me on Facebook, and apologized AGAIN!   People ask me, all of the time, how I can do what I do for a living, with teenagers who can be explosive and rude, sometimes even mean...it's because of moments like that.  When you see someone take ownership of a past wrong, and do everything in their power to make it right, it's totally worth it.  I never think a kid is truly bad, just their actions...and we can all change and want to be better people.  If it takes someone's teacher being diagnosed with cancer to make them think that maybe they better set something right?  Then, Why not?

Today I came home and crashed...could barely make the drive home from school without falling asleep.  I think it's because I pushed myself yesterday, insisted on teaching almost the whole day, just to make sure the kids got off on the right track.  I think this marking period will go a lot smoother with my sub, Clive, and he is super dependable, and the kids really like him.  However.... I just want to make sure my afternoon kids are getting the same kind of education as my morning kids...but, it is only for six weeks...hopefully, after my first few Taxol treatments, I'll get into a rhythm with my body and symptoms...hopefully, less than the A/C...but only time will tell.  Happy back to school, everyone!