Third Act With Pattie

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  • 🐾 Sassy the Wonder Dog Walks Again 🐾

    Hello everyone.
    It’s me. Sassy. The Wonder Dog.
    Since Mama has been suspiciously quiet for about a week, I have taken over communications. You’re welcome.

    Here’s the scoop.

    That last chemo?
    Yeah. It flattened Mama like a pancake you accidentally sat on. Since then, it’s been an up-down-up-down situation. Christmas was… not normal. But Daddy? Oh my dog. Daddy WORKED that kitchen like he was auditioning for a Food Network special. Mama noticed. I noticed. I supervised closely from floor level. We really appreciate Daddy.

    I do keep seeing Mama try to write sometimes. She sits down, types a bit… and then suddenly runs off to that horrible room where they attempt to drown me with soap and water and where she sits on a strange white throne. I do not approve of this room. AT ALL. I try not to even look in there.

    Now we are up at the lake, Mama’s Happy Place, and let me tell you—Mama is slowly getting her mojo back. She sits on the deck soaking up sunshine (excellent life choice), and I lay nearby pretending I am a decorative rug but watching her every move. She walks around the property a little, tries to be “normal” going up the stairs, and then immediately remembers that breathing is still optional but highly recommended.

    BUT THEN.
    YESTERDAY HAPPENED.

    Mama let ME take HER for a walk.

    We walked all the way around the yard.
    AND up the driveway.
    AND all the way to the community mailboxes.

    People, this was BIG.
    She was exhausted afterward and took a two-hour nap. Naturally, I napped with her to ensure survival. It’s called being responsible.

    Now she says later today we might walk all the way to “the green thing.”
    I don’t know what that is.
    I don’t care what that is.
    What I know is Mama is determined, and when she decides to do something, she usually does it—even if she has to stop and huff and puff and lean on me (which is fine, I am very sturdy).

    So until Mama gets her writing brain fully rebooted, here’s the official Sassy Update:

    ✔️ Mama is okay
    ✔️ Mama is getting stronger
    ✔️ Mama is walking again
    ✔️ Mama is even talking about cooking food someday (Daddy is VERY excited).

    Stick with us.
    We’re walking forward—one mailbox, one green thing, and one nap at a time.

    Love,
    🐾 Sassy the Wonder Dog
    Head of Walks, Naps, and Mama Supervision

  • Five Days Before Christmas…Reaching for Ordinary

    It’s five days before Christmas, and today I am doing something wonderfully ordinary.
    Or at least my version of ordinary.

    For decades, my granddaughter and I had a tradition: a little Christmas shopping on the Saturday before Christmas, followed by a movie. No rushing. No pressure. Just wandering, laughing, and then sitting in the dark with popcorn while the world paused for a couple of hours.

    Life grew up, as it tends to do. She became an adult. Schedules filled. Responsibilities shifted. This year, she even took over my major Christmas shopping — a gift I didn’t know I needed, but one I’m forever grateful for.

    Today, though, we’re bringing a piece of that old tradition back.

    We’re heading out into the hustle and bustle. We’ll shop a bit, soak in the Christmas energy, and then do the best part — sit down at a movie. Maybe squeeze in some lunch if the stars align and the universe behaves.

    I don’t know how this “normal” day will go. I don’t know how long I’ll last, or how much energy I’ll have, or what my body will decide to do halfway through. But what I do know is this:

    I’m excited.

    Excited to step outside.
    Excited to reach for normal.
    Excited to live inside a small, beautiful moment that feels like Christmas used to — and still can.

    Happy five days before Christmas.
    Today, hope looks a lot like a movie ticket and time with someone I love. 🎄✨

    Do you have an ordinary holiday tradition? Share it with me, please, I need more ordinary!!!

  • The Steroid Cycle (AKA Punkinhead Squarepants Meets Bitchy Witch Woman)

    As I approach my last chemotherapy treatment, I have finally figured out the cycle of how chemo affects me.

    Only took me five months.
    Clearly, I am a genius.

    Here’s the thing no one really prepares you for: along with my chemo IV cocktails come some lovely liquid steroids. And when I have the long chemo days, I also get to take a whole lot of steroid pills.

    One hundred and twenty mgs a day.

    Hence the transformation into Punkinhead Squarepants, combined with Crying Witch Woman, mixed with Can’t Sleep for a Week, topped off with Bitchy Bitchy Bitchy.

    It’s a stunning look. Truly.

    Tomorrow I take my last steroids. Which leads me to wonder…
    How long does bitchy bitchy take to go away?
    Asking for myself. And for everyone who loves me.

    Another thing I’ve finally figured out: after the steroids pile on, the exhaustion and misery pile on too. Enter the deep, deep hole.

    Now, are you supposed to quit steroids cold turkey?
    No.
    But that’s exactly what happens every long chemo week.

    And every time, the hole gobbles me up.

    This week—because it’s the week before Christmas and not a single decoration is up—I am trying very hard to stay outside the hole. I’m allowing myself to look into it, but not climb in and unpack.

    Next week should be my last chemo treatment.

    But it’s not the end.

    Anyone who has ever been through this knows that it never really ends. The side effects linger. The fear lingers. You become a person who questions every symptom:

    • My ear hurts — cancer.
    • My nose is running — cancer.
    • I stubbed my toe — must be brain cancer.

    It takes a toll. And it never completely goes away.

    I was almost there once.
    Twenty-one years since my last cancer. I was almost at the place where cancer was no longer my go-to diagnosis.

    And then I found a lump on my back.

    And it all fell apart.

    So here I am again, with my old go-to firmly back in place.

    None of this is to say that I am not grateful—because I am.
    Grateful to God.
    To family.
    To friends.
    To Sassy.
    To sunshine.
    To the universe.

    Grateful for another chance to remember just how precious life is.

    I fully intend to live it.
    Fully.

    It just might take a little while.

  • The Great Escape (For Now)

    It’s been a great week — and I’m as shocked as you are.
    Five whole days of sunshine, and I finally crawled out of that dark, muddy hole I’d been sulking in. And let me tell you, it was fantabulous!!

    Sorry to be AWOL from the blog, but honestly? It felt too good to feel good. I didn’t want to think about cancer, chemo, or any of that. AT. ALL.

    Instead, I did totally normal, boring, glorious things. I cleaned my house – well some of it. I made spaghetti sauce from scratch. I sat in the sunshine — at home and by the lake. I even caught myself smiling like some Hallmark movie extra.

    But (and there’s always a “but” in Chemo Land), today is chemo day. The damn hole is waiting with its arms wide open. I can almost hear it whispering, “Come on back, sweetheart.”

    And I don’t want to go. Not to chemo. Not to the hole. Even though there’s only ONE MORE left after today — I still don’t want to. Because the hole will be waiting, and the body and mind both know it. That’s just how chemo works: cumulative exhaustion and a side of psychological warfare.

    But I’m doing it. Because sunshine weeks are worth crawling out for. And after this… there will be only one.

  • 🐾 Sassy Walks: “Digging Out with Mama”

    Hey Everyone —
    I’ve been in a hole with Mama for a few days.
    And let me tell you, she has no idea how to appreciate a good hole.

    At first, she just lay there crying in the dirt.
    I mean, seriously? You get a whole hole — prime digging territory —
    and you don’t even sniff around or toss a little dirt for fun?

    I tried to show her how it’s done —
    scratch a little, paw a little, maybe wag while you’re at it —
    but noooo, she just sat there looking all sad and “deep.”
    (Whatever that means. I’m deep every time I nap under the blanket.)

    Apparently, Mama’s hole wasn’t a digging hole,
    it was a “people feelings” hole.
    She says she had to “work her way out”
    like it was some kind of mission from the People Council.
    Honestly, I will never understand humans.
    Why can’t they just bark it out and chase a squirrel?

    Anyway, she finally started digging —
    with the tiniest little spoon you ever saw.
    It was pitiful, but I wagged and supervised.
    And you know what?
    Bit by bit, spoon by spoon, she’s climbing out.

    So I guess that’s what “healing” looks like for humans.
    Slow, messy, confusing… but at least we’re headed back toward the sunshine.

    And me?
    I’m just glad she’s finally learning the true art of a good dig.

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