WHAT DOES OCTOBER MEANS TO US?
Andrew Wettengel / Thursday, October 26, 2017 / Categories: Uncategorized

WHAT DOES OCTOBER MEANS TO US?

VOLUME 5: LINDSEY SHARES A RECENT SETBACK

Q:  ONE WORD TO DESCRIBE WHY OCTOBER IS SPECIAL TO YOU

A:   perseverance

 

Q:  CAN YOU ELABORATE ON THE ABOVE? 

A:   My mother was diagnosed twice in the mid-nineties with breast cancer, and she would not let it get her down!  Both times, she was determined to seek treatment quickly, followed doctors’ orders, and continued to work every single day throughout her treatment and recovery process.  She is the toughest woman that I know; hell, she may be the toughest PERSON I know in general.  Stubborn, of course! Where do you think I get it from?  But she is not a quitter!  Never has been; never will be.

 

Q:  WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HAPPEN THIS YEAR? IN THE FUTURE?

A:   I would love to see more advanced screening options and treatment options brought to smaller communities and hospitals.   My mother lives in a smaller town, and the driving back and forth for screenings, appointments, treatment, and follow-ups is crazy!  I would also love to see genetic testing/screening be covered by more health insurance carriers.  For those who are a greater risk of the disease, the out-of-pocket cost of these tests is outrageous!

 

Q: WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOTHER WOULD HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THE CHANGE YOU’VE BROUGHT BY BEING IN THE POSITION YOU ARE HERE AT ONESTAFF? 

A:   My mother is one who loves to see women empowering themselves to be leaders in all aspects of their lives.  She was one of very few females in her profession when she started over 33 years ago.  In a profession dominated by men, she grew very tough “skin” to get through the work days until she could prove her strengths and gain the respect and trust of her male-coworkers.  She is ecstatic that I have found a job that makes me want to be here!  She loved going to work every single day, and I learned my drive and determination qualities from having her as a role model while growing up.

 

 


 

A SINCERE LETTER TO CANCER…

 

Cancer.  Aren’t most swear words four letters?  Why did this one get six letters?

 

Cancer.  It doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care about your sex, your race, your income, your location.

 

Cancer.  The one word in the English language that NO ONE wants to hear.

 

My mother, Sondra, was just diagnosed on 10/10/2017 with breast cancer for the third time.

 

She was diagnosed twice in the mid-nineties; two surgeries, one long round of radiation treatments, numerous side effects, a minor complication the second time around.

Fast forward to 2017.  She just retired about 10 months ago, ready to enjoy her time off.  She had started having troubles with her vision toward the end of summer.  A standard visit with her eye doctor and two cataracts later, she was preparing to undergo two surgeries; one eye at a time.  She is limited with how far she can drive because of this.  Saturday, October 7th came the news that her children’s grandfather had passed.  With all of the kids back home preparing to lay this great man to rest came the phone call with her biopsy results.  Cancer.  Thankfully, despite the circumstances, all of us kids were there to hug and support her.  Definitely not the news that any of us wanted, but we all know that she is going to kick cancer’s butt again.  That’s the only choice. Stand up and fight!  Join forces and we make this happen. The next few weeks will be some of the most trying times for her, and for all of us, but we are a united front, ready to step onto the battlefield and come out victorious!

 

It is hard for me to go through the motions, and I can’t begin to think what my mom is thinking and feeling each day, all day, every day now.  I wake up with anger.  A sadness settles over me throughout the day.  I find myself distracted and just spacing out.  I lay down at night and it takes hours to shut my brain off, only to wake up in the middle of the night with this panic and restlessness.  My mom.  The toughest woman I know.  Now she has a sense of weakness, deflated, frailty almost.  Why does this disease have the right to take that pride and confidence from her?  Why should a person have to go through this ONE time?  Let alone TWO times, and now THREE times? 

 

So, for me, it comes to this.

 

Cancer.  I hate you.  Leave my mama alone! 

 

~ Lindsey Bowser

 

 


 

 

ONE BEHALF OF ALL OF OUR BREAST CANCER AWARENESS SURVIVORS, SUPPORTERS AND THOSE CURRENTLY FIGHTING, WE PROUDLY SHARE OMAHA’S-OWN, PROJECT PINK’D DONATION SITE (HERE). PLEASE CONSIDER DONATING TO THE CAUSE. HELP US MAKE A DIFFERENCE. 

 

DONATE. SHARE. SUPPORT. FIGHT.

 

 

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