Rosanna's Metastatic Breast Cancer Journey

 Just keep swimming! Love this guy with everything I have.  My parents, sister, and I are so grateful for his love and support.  He wins husband and father of the year for sure. Today should have been my first official day of summer vacation.  Instead, I sat for 5 hours having blood taken, waiting to see a doctor, meeting with the doctor to discuss symptoms, waiting for chemo, and finally receiving my fourth chemotherapy treatment.  Not exactly how I envisioned my summer when I was dreaming about it this past winter.  But...  God has a plan and there is a purpose for this journey that I am on.  That purpose hasn't been revealed to me yet, but I am starting to find some positives from this whole journey. Today's treatment was the "long" treatment.  I have an extra medicine pumped into me once per month called Zometa.  This medicine is supposed to help relieve bone pain due to the cancer spreading to my bones.  ...

In May of 2018 my best friend got engaged and has been planning her wedding ever since.  I was super honored when she asked me to be in her big day last summer.  When I got my breast cancer diagnosis, I was afraid that I would not be able to participate in her day, but I was determined to at least be there.  Through the grace of God, not only was I able to be there, but I was able to participate in all of the most important parts of the weekend.  She was the most beautiful bride and I was so happy to be there while she started the next chapter in her life with her wonderful husband, Josh.  Congratulations, Erin and Josh.  I wish you a lifetime of happiness.  Thanks for having me be a part of your day.  Love to you both!  💕 She has been my best friend my whole life.  Love you, Erin!   Treatment 3 went well.  My doctor is still encouraged by the visual improvements.  I'm encouraged by the increase in energy and dec...

My hair started to fall out in large clumps after my second chemo treatment.  I had so much hair and it was so thick.   It was so painful to watch it all happen.  I cried with every clump that fell and it just was not healthy to do so anymore.  After crying a lot Saturday evening and into the morning on Sunday, I asked Jason to call his mom to bring her clippers over and shave it off. She cried with me, prayed with me, and shaved it all off without saying a word.  Surprisingly, once the decision had been made, there were very few tears.  Yes, I miss it.  But I'm determined that I'll get better and have long, thick hair once again.  So the next time you see me, I'll be wearing a beanie or head scarf. As hard as that was... I have been reminded several times this week of something really important.  I look healthy again.  I've had several people comment that they wouldn't know I was sick just by looking at me (except for that pesky beani...