Some days even my lucky rocketship underpants won’t help
For a long time now, I’ve been wanting to talk about who I am. You all know me as BklynRunner. Michjoy the “runner”. Running 1000 miles. Cycling a bit. Doing some push ups. And of course, running. You all know how much I love to run and how excited I get when I can run with friends. I support my fellow runners 100% and I love to do that. It makes me happy to see others feeling happy because of what I say or do. Hey, a high five here and a smile there and you can make somebody feel good about themselves. I do all that because I love to. It’s who I am.
But there is a whole other side. Well not really, but the non-running side, perhaps. I realize this blog is my “running” blog, but today I want it to be just a little bit more.
So, right now I am my mother’s care-giver. She has something called CLL which is chronic lymphocytic leukemia. She has had it for the last 7 years and thankfully had not needed treatment. It’s chronic meaning it is a disease that is long-lasting or recurrent and not acute meaning a short course and rapid onset. It was discovered exactly as described. She had a bad cough and cold, went to the doctor, took a blood test and her white blood count was very high. So, she was then sent to a hematologist oncologist who is a doctor with special training in the diagnosis and treatment of blood diseases, especially blood cell cancers. This type of doctor is trained in hematology (the study of blood) and oncology (the study of cancer) where she was diagnosed with CLL.
She is holding her own yet every time we go to the hematologist I hold my breathe when he reads the blood test results to us. Since white blood cells fight infection and respond to the presence of foreign substances CLL cells are not able to fight infection in the same way. A normal white blood cell count is between 4,500 to 10,000 white blood cells per microliter. My mom’s is always between 50,000 – 70,000 fluctuating with each blood test.
She is fine. She does her thing and is able to enjoy life. She encourages me to run and loves to hear all about it. Unfortunately, she cannot spectate at any races. She gets tired and its just too much for her. Her quality of life is great. She is pretty funny too, I think thats where I get some of my humor. So, its all good.
I wanted you, all my new friends to know.
I am so fortunate to have met such wonderful running friends. It’s hard to really put into words how grateful I am for all of you. And you know who you are. I don’t have to mention names. Is it fate? Coincidence? Pure luck? Who knows. The support is unwaivering and amazing.
Next weekend is the Manhattan Half Marathon in Central Park and while I am not running it, you bet I will be there spectating. Pom poms and megaphone in hand. Oh camera too. Then of course there’s brunch afterwards. Can’t miss that.
2010 is going to be a great year. I can feel it. I have yet to write a post about my goals for the year, and I think I may actually skip it. Not because I don’t have goals, but because those of you who have been keeping track, sort of know. I just want to keep on doing what I am doing, only better.
Michelle, in case you were wondering what might happen next – how this week will unfold, who you will become tomorrow – it all boils down to one thing…
I am who I am because of the way I was brought up. A loving supportive home. I’m just giving back a little ya know?