Originally Posted 3.25.2008 “a nut shell”

first off..im not really in the talking mood now..sorry to all of my lovely friends..
but here is what happened today..
no cancer at all in the left breast or lymph nodes..
on the right side there were several spots….3 in my breast..and in the 20 lymph nodes she removed..12 of them had cancer in them..
i have to have both chemo..which will last 3 months..you go 8 times every two weeks..and then i have to have radiation following because of something vascular regarding the lymph nodes..

today is just one of those not so good moments..but im about to have a glass of wine….so things will get better

wine, hope in a glass? (reply to this | Edit | Delete)
by Katie Downie at Tuesday, March 25, 2008, 9:10 PM

In the moment, maybe. Tee hee..No seriously-I recomend wine out of a box, that way no one can really scrutinize exactly how much you are having day to day…or morning to afternoon…whichever the case may be….its hard because I don’t know what to say but I feel like I can’t not write…annd if my humor…isn’t, I apologize. Anyway, here’s another quote, “One of the most sublime experiences we can ever have is to wake up one morning feeling healthy after we have been sick.” Hard to believe now but at some point you will be on the other side of this, it will feel sublime, and I will keep reminding you that its there. You’ll be this conquering survivor goddess, like Zena, Warrior Princess. So in the mean time, Nil carborundum illegitimi=Don’t let the bastards get you down (the cancer bastards, of course.) luv,luv,luv


welll……. (reply to this | Edit | Delete)
by Dianna Kamp at Tuesday, March 25, 2008, 9:46 PM

GAH That’s all I can say…as I’m reading your words I have no idea what to say… some of the things I want to write sound like something from one of those Lifetime Television for women movies – which is so not me or you….Bob’s mother absolutely loved wine in a box so Katie is in on the secret of many a great strong women….this news has to be hard to take but at the same time at least you know… you Gucci Wearin Carpet Bagger (I had to!)…you are sooo loved…I am overwhelmed by the love I have seen over the past weeks….it’s not going to be easy but it’s going to BE so hold on to us and yourself – whatever you need you’ve got – big hug D-


White Zinfandel in a box… (reply to this | Edit | Delete)
by Bob Kamp at Tuesday, March 25, 2008, 9:59 PM

that’s what my Mom drank, so I can hook you up if you want. We’re here for ya!

milk n cookies…go away!!


Boxes vs. “Glass” (reply to this | Edit | Delete)
by Nancy Hafter at Wednesday, March 26, 2008, 9:08 AM

Well, now at least we can tell the drs. we have a box of wine, and they are left to decode what that amount really is! You have been thru SO much…going to drs., waiting for drs, taking tests, waiting for test results…waiting to have surgery, having surgery. Now this is the last part of it all. You have 3 months ahead of you and then, no more waiting. You are strong, stronger than you will ever know. You have many strong and loving people around you. One day at a time, and soon this will all be in the past. Sending you a big smooch. We are all here for whatever you need.


Hmmm (reply to this | Edit | Delete)
by Michelle Tolpa at Wednesday, March 26, 2008, 9:57 AM

Just wanted to say we all LOVE LOVE LOVE you and you truly amaze me everyday with your beauty and grace during such an annoyingly difficult time. I will always be your wine drinking buddy and we can go and “kick puppies” together whenever you want. Diana -just a joke dont call the humane society on me….LOVE U ALL


RE: Hmmm (reply to this | Edit | Delete)
by Dianna Kamp at Wednesday, March 26, 2008, 6:06 PM

This is a situation where puppy kicking would be in order so no calls to the humane society (ha ha)….hope you are well and I will see you soon 🙂


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by Jasmine Ferreira at Wednesday, March 26, 2008, 10:40 AM

Wine will definitely get you through honey…I promise! Yet another quote…as your faith is strengthened you will find that there is no longer the need to have a sense of control, that things will flow as they will, and that you will flow with them, to your great delight and benefit. My friend…feed your faith and your fears will starve to death 🙂 love you…


Beaches (reply to this | Edit | Delete)
by Colleen Dangerfield at Wednesday, March 26, 2008, 6:51 PM

I think now is the time to start looking up tropical destinations online and planning that trip to the beach after you make it through all this. Again as everyone has said you can count on us for anything (don’t forget I’m here for you in the late o’clock hours too) and we will carry you through. And then you will be sitting on a beach with some fancy cocktail in hand that has an umbrella in it. I love you. Think about you all minutes of every day. xoxo.

Song from the past (reply to this | Edit | Delete)
by Camille & Larry Wise at Saturday, March 29, 2008, 8:25 PM

Jennifer and Katie, Jennifer and Katie, they are life-long friends, Now its Jennifer and Katie, Katie, Michelle, Colleen,Bob and Dianne, Nancy and Jasmine, Desere,Marnie,Danielle,Patrick,Lori, Laura, Marianne, Camille who have come to her side to give her courage and help her through this,yes Jennifer and friends, Jennifer and friends who have this love that no one else can believe, we know her love is being shared as know one else can. Only Jen knows what this is about. Love you Bumper

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by Jennifer Merendino at Tuesday, June 29, 2010, 6:23 PM

hopy crap dad..i just read your post..made me cry..i love you and mom very very much..

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