Ok, so let’s go back to the end of July 2011. I’m visiting from Jacksonville and Barron Estates is having a neighborhood yard sale. Becca is in her 3^rd month of dieting/exercising (around 60 pounds down at this point). We decide to walk the neighborhood and shop at the same time, kill two birds with one stone if you will. Bad idea, we ended up with about 25 pounds of crap by the time we made it back and it was nearly 105 degrees. But back to the story, Becca is telling me that when she exercises her armpit hurts. The armpit that had lymph nodes removed back in 2008. We talked about how it was probably scar tissue but that she would get it checked out just in case. Boy, we didn’t know things were about to change. The end of August came and the biopsy showed what we were denying… Melanoma… AGAIN.  So surgery was scheduled for the week after Labor Day. We (me and CJ) spent the weekend before visiting again, celebrating the college football kick off and listening to a very old man talk about how sugar feeds cancer (a precursor maybe). Surgery went well and I left glitter flowers for delivery ;). The prior PET scan showed two hot spots (ovary and armpit) and now one was gone. Another doctor decides that the ovary has to go too just to be sure. Surgery is set for mid October, this one is my duty. It was probably the longest and most draining day of my life. The doctor meets with us after hours of waiting and talking to an old couple, the news is bad. The ovary was full of Melanoma. Melanoma- I’m really despising you at this point. Back to the couple, they weren’t a couple as in married, they were friends waiting on the man’s wife (she was having a tumor removed also) but the cute thing about them was that they entertained me most of the day with gossip and probably 200 snacks. Leave it up to the grandma to come prepared, I really enjoyed getting to know them. So the rest of the day we wait for Becca to get to recovery. Michael and I begged the receptionist to send word that we wanted to tell her so she wouldn’t have to sit alone after she found out the news. I really wish that some of these very vivid memories would fade by the way. Finally after several more hours we go back to see Becca. The first words out of her mouth are “I’m sorry I keep having Melanoma.” We give her a pep talk and hours later get to go home, Cancer free at this point. Oh and Michael promised that night, that the can of dip he had would be the last, I heard it with my own ears, 5 ½ months later, he is still dipping (yep, I’m putting him on blast so that maybe he will make good on his promise J). That night was pretty comical. The day before surgery Becca had to be on a liquid diet. We made it fun by eating Japanese miso soup and Rita’s for lunch and Olive Garden soup broth for dinner, but when we got home Becca was starving; she ate everything and then some. We still laugh about what her face looked like when her stomach started filling up, I can imagine it was painful, but reminiscing about it is hysterical. 6 weeks and a month of Interferon go by, now it was time for the initial 3 month scan. Tuesday, melanoma in 5 spots in the body, Thursday melanoma in the brain. Again I wish the details of these moments and conversations would go away. I don’t want to remember the sad stuff. So our fight continued through December and 15 days of brain radiation. Two weeks into radiation Becca’s hair starts to hurt so Brooke (our fab stylist) comes in after hours to cut it very short. One week later, the day after Christmas we headed to a local barber shop for a buzzed Mohawk. The hair had become a “nuisance.” Radiation finishes, Becca gets to ring the bell to signify completed treatment, and the staff gives her an award, great day. Three weeks later (2 days after I moved home), Becca has a seizure. The evening of my first day at the new job is spent waiting for news at CMC. More specific brain radiation is the next step and countless pills for various things. During January until now she has also been doing Ipilimumab infusions. I had the pleasure of accompanying her to one of these treatments. The chemo and transfusion room is something everyone should experience. The room is full of “sick” people but they all have such a glow about them. Just seeing them will make you appreciate everything you have been given. Another great moment that is memorable for me was when Becca’s nurse came to tell us her labs were good. We gave a high five to each other and another supporter that I could see over Becca’s shoulder looked over to us and smiled. I think he was feeling that sense of appreciation I just told you about, however later on he read to his wife, out of a gigantic cancer book, several negative things about cancer, poor lady. I bet he tells her facts all day long. :P Now here we are, at the end of March, several surgeries, treatment, bad days, and good days later. Our story isn’t over yet, stay tuned for more. J

The dirty details: We LOVE glitter. I have many sympathy symptoms and it’s crazy. We laugh at people’s reactions and make jokes about Becca’s 6 hairs (ok, there are probably 20…jk). So many people have surprised us in both positive and negative ways. Believe it or not relationships have been severed because of the change in priorities. I’m the family researcher, so when Mom or Becca has a question about something Melanoma related I look it up (there is a lot of negative and unrelated information on the web). Our faith is stronger than ever. You are all important to us. And please wear sunscreen!!

<3 Jen