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Our Next Chapter

January 30, 2020 by admin

This process started nearly 5 years ago. I had just been given the devastating news that had breast cancer at the age of 33. At the time of my diagnosis, my husband and I were trying for our second child, so naturally one of my very first questions was “Can I have more children?”. Looking back, I now realize just how hard it must have been to look my eyes and deliver news that would shatter my entire world in an instant and then delver even more bad news. At that moment my oncologist’s number one job was to save my life, but I am beyond grateful that she also had the foresight to help me preserve my fertility. I learned a lot of things that the very first week of my diagnosis. I learned that you are never “too young” for breast cancer and that only 11% of young women diagnosed have a family history of breast cancer. I learned that although the government does not require testing under 40, it doesn’t mean that you are not at risk. I learned that you truly cannot fully understand the devastation, loss, and pain that comes with a cancer diagnosis until you have faced one yourself. I learned that I am loved far more than I could have ever imagined and that I am surrounded by a community of wonderful people willing to help in moment’s notice. I learned just how strong, hopeful and determined I can be in facing my greatest fears and worst of all, facing my own mortality. I also learned that no matter how strong of a person you are, cancer is better fought with a village of supporters behind you every step of the way. Most of all, I learned that no matter how much you try to plan your life out, the future and your health are two things you should never take for granted.

That first week has become somewhat of a blur to me but I do very vividly remember trying to keep my head on my shoulders as my world spiraled out of control. We met with more specialists that week then I could ever count but one appointment that stands out in our mind is our meeting with Dr. Young from The Fertility Center here in West Michigan. I remember feeling defeated before walking in the door and wondering if I was crazy to consider harvesting my eggs when I didn’t know what my future would hold… or if I had a future at all. I worried that spending the money would be a waste yet if I wasn’t alive to try for a second baby, but I also knew that I had to know my options. Dr. Young was so kind, gentle and compassionate, but he also had to deliver quite devastating news. I remember him saying that he was very sorry that I was facing such a scary diagnosis at such a young age. He then said that he wished he had better news for me, but the only way for me to preserve my ability to have another biological child after cancer was to do an emergency egg harvest before my treatments began (so very quickly) and use a gestational carrier to carry our child. This process did come with a very hefty price tag and some risk, as it would require pumping my body full of the hormones that were in-a-sense feeding my cancer. But, it was also the only way, so we had a BIG decision. This was 3:00 on a Friday afternoon and I was scheduled the following Monday. The last thing he said to me was ask Dr. Melnik, (my surgical oncologist) to give her blessing on this process before you are wheeled in for surgery. With her blessing, the plan was to get started right after the surgery. It was a very hard decision and sadly we only had 48 hours to make it.

After an entire weekend of emotional roller coasters, we along without families made the very bold decision to harvest my eggs immediately following my bilateral mastectomy surgery. Looking back there are so many emotions that ran through my mind during these moments, but at the end of the day, I knew that if I was able to walk away from Cancer, I didn’t want to live with the regret of not taking action. It was a leap of fate as we truly did not know if this day would ever come, but we have never once regretted our decision. After a very difficult few weeks and more ER visits than I can count, Dr. Dodd’s was able to harvest 58 of my eggs and we were able to freeze 16 of our embryos before I started my chemotherapy treatments. After the harvest, I did my very best to put the whole idea out of my mind so I could focus on what was most important at the time.
My family… and beating cancer!

Through all of my treatments, surgeries, and recoveries, this hope has been a driving force in my mind. Next to dreaming of a cancer-free future, I have also spent so many nights lying awake in my bed dreaming of the day that I could give Corryn a brother or sister. Over the years I have experienced several ups and downs with this process from grief, to hope, and even anger. And I will even admit that I have shed many tears in knowing that I cannot make this dream happen for Corryn or our family on my own. As a perfectionist who prides herself on being 100% in control of her situation 100% of the time, I should tell you this has been one of the hardest aspects of my post-cancer life. In the beginning, I wanted this for my husband and I, but over the years I come to realize that I also want this for Corryn as well. She has wanted to become a big sister so much so that she has not held back in innocently sharing how sad it makes her that she is all alone as the only child in our family when most of her friends have siblings to play with. Even announcing that she wishes our friend Sarah was her mommy because then she would have 3 sisters. Ehhhh (YES insert crazy emotional mom-tears here).

I have have done my best to stay positive, but I will also admit that it has been somewhat hard to watch others around me have babies. It has been hard not go to the “why me” part of your brain and feel that life isn’t fair, but I have remained as optimistic as possible and I have kept the faith that there is still a plan for me. I do everything I can to separate myself and believe that if and when the timing is right, it will happen for us. My best friend has even helped me keep this dream alive in my heart by secretly planning to try to choreograph shared pregnancies. It was our plan that she would get pregnant with her 3rd child around the same time that we use a carrier to achieve pregnancy with our second child so I could experience all of the amazing feelings of pregnancy through her. What is crazy is that she told me she was pregnant for her third child this past fall, just a few weeks after I applied for the SAMFUND grant. So, you can imagine the excitement I felt when I got the news that our family had been selected for the grant.
My dream was coming to life in a truly serendipitous form.

Since receiving the grant news so many things have happened including the post we wrote that kicked all of this off. Initially, we wanted to keep things very private because we are not certain we will have pregnancy success, however, we came to realize that we would never be able to make this happen on our tight-timeline without going public with our news and search for a gestational carrier. So, we again took a step out of our comfort zone, put on a brave face, and very publicly announced that we were looking for an angel to carry our biological child. Within 24 hours our post had been viewed over 10,000 times and emails were pouring in. Fox 17 even picked up the story which sent our search into overdrive. We did have to go a bit “radio silent” after our original post so that we could take time to go through all the emails while also diving into the very complex process of using a gestational carrier in a state where it is illegal to hire a carrier in general. Since then have been navigating very uncertain legal and medical waters in a complex process and doing our best to follow our hearts. But I truly cannot put into words the emotions that have been running through my mind over the past 6 weeks. I do have to say that the outpouring of support from all of you and our West Michigan community has truly been nothing short of awe-inspiring. We had quite a few women reach out to us with very very big hearts and willing arms. This was something I had not considered, and it did make for a VERY tough decision…. but it also lead to an idea to pay all of this love forward and help other couples in West Michigan find gestational carriers of their own as well.

We do have good news! As of a few weeks ago, we officially have a gestational carrier who is willing to carry our baby. We have all met with a counselor at The Fertility Center to talk through the entire process including the emotional journey that has unfolded over the past few years for me, we have hired an attorney (one of 3 in the state) to start drafting the “non-legally binding – contract which is required to move forward with the carrier process at TFC, we have received coverage confirmation from both sets of insurance, The Samfund has made our first payment, and as of Friday afternoon, Dr. Dodd’s has medically cleared our carrier and noted that she is an A+ option for us. Although success is not guaranteed, the process has begun. No matter what happens from this point on, we do know that we have already been blessed by having so many wonderful women/couples step forward to offer our family such an amazing gift. Most of all we will know that we tried.

I have dreamed about the woman who would carry our child since that very scary first appointment at The Fertility Center. I wondered if she would be someone close to me or someone I had met along the way. I spent a lot of time thinking about how I would feel in knowing that another woman would be taking my place in an act that is so beautiful and meaningful to our family, and I wondered how I would feel in knowing that my carrier can do something that I am no longer able to do myself. Mostly, I thought about how special it was to feel Corryn grow inside of me and how sad it would make me that I would not feel that growing bond form with a second child. But I have to admit that although I do know that there is still some grieving for me to do in accepting my limited involvement, my mind and my heart are full of hope and love because of one very special woman and her husband. Because of this amazing woman, I am no longer dwelling on my inability to do this for our family, nor am I fearing all that I will miss out on because I am not able to carry my child myself. Instead, I find myself dreaming of the very special relationship that is forming with this amazing woman who has been placed into my life and the bond that is already forming as we start this journey together. To my surprise, I find myself dreaming of all of the same very special moments that you dream about when you are pregnant with any child. I’m just now dreaming about experiencing all of these moments with a very special friend by my side. I envision feeling our baby kick through her belly as if that were a normal thing to experience. I envision the nursery design, baby items strewn about the house, and Corryn being the best big sister ever. And all of these heartfelt visions lead me back to gratitude for a woman that I didn’t even know two months ago. I’m struggling to put it all into words, but the fact that a woman who I may never have met outside of this situation felt passionately compelled to help us achieve this beautiful blessing simply because she could, is simply amazing beyond measure. The truth is, this woman is a huge part of this new and exciting path and like so many other aspects of my cancer journey, it has become very apparent that she was also meant to be a part of this all along. In a very peaceful way, I feel that my heavenly soul sister Erin has had a very heavy hand in bringing this beautiful blessing into my life. I feel her love all around me every single day and I know that I now have the very best gradian angel by my side through all of this.

So without further ado. I would like to introduce you to Lauren and her husband Johnathon. Lauren was the very first women to reach out to us. Reading her heartfelt words sent goosebumps down my spine and filled my heart with so so much hope and joy. In her very first message she explained that she felt compelled and even called to help us bring a beautiful blessing into our lives because its was something she had always wanted to do. She has also felt very guided through this entire process and has said that she too feels that all of this has felt very “right” and meant-to-be for her as well.

We did meet a few couples in person and I will admit that we fell in love with them all. The first meetings were filled with so much excitement, but they were also a bit awkward for everyone involved. In a very funny way, it was a bit like a speed date that ended in a shotgun wedding. But honestly, hearing why these couples wanted to bless our family put our nerves at ease quite quickly and I found myself holding back tears. It takes a very special woman to consider carrying someone else’s child in her body, but it also takes an incredible husband to support such an amazing act.
We are so very blessed.

Big Update

December 4, 2019 by admin

So things have been pretty crazy for us the past few months but we are happy to report some good news for a change. I am recovering from what we believe was my last big reconstruction surgery. So far, this recovery is very similar to past surgeries and has come with some physical and emotional struggles because forced rest and an idle mind has always been hard for me. The healing has begun and I am happy to finally put this long and painful surgical path behind me.

The second part of our news is making the recovery process a little sweeter and has our family feeling like things are finally turning in a positive direction this holiday season. For the first time in a very long time we are full of hope for our future and I cannot help but feel that my friend Erin and some other very special people have been pulling some serious strings for us from above. As many of you know, cancer has taken my ability to conceive and carry a second child in the traditional way, however we did harvest my eggs before my cancer treatments and a partial hysterectomy took place. The past few years have been full of surgeries and ongoing medical expenses so although we have been hoping our family could grow at some point we have been trying to pay down our medical debt first. Well…we just received some really GREAT news! Our family has been selected as the recipient of an amazing grant program that helps make this process a little more possible for young families who have been affected by cancer. The only catch is that we need to make this happen very quickly or we will lose our grant.

Although asking for help is very hard for us to do, this is where you come in. Jordan and I have 16 frozen embryos stored at the Fertility Center here in Grand Rapids, and we are now on a hunt for someone willing to carry our biological child for us. The laws in Michigan are pretty tricky as it is illegal to hire or pay someone to carry a child for you. This actually works to our benefit as we could not afford that process. The loophole is that it is 100% legal to be a gestational carrier in Michigan if you are willing to do so as an incredible blessing and gift without any form of payment. Asking someone to carry a child for you is no small ask, but we can assure you that as a carrier you would not be responsible for any expenses due to any part of this process and you would be giving us the most incredible blessing that we could ever ask for.

We had really hoped that we could do this privately and only publicly announce a pregnancy if we are blessed with success, however because of the timeframe put in place by this grant, my doctors are suggesting that we go public in our search to find our gestational carrier. Because this would need to happen very, very quickly, we are looking for your help in finding the perfect carrier to help our family grow.

There are just a few stipulations – we were told that women 40 and under have the best chance at achieving pregnancy during this process, so we would naturally be looking for someone in that age range, if possible. We would also love to find someone who will make healthy choices during a pregnancy and is located within a driving distance so we could be as much a part of the process as possible in at least making all of the appointments. Lastly, we would really love to find someone who is willing to let us document and share this experience in the same ways that I have shared my cancer journey. There are so many young families who are walking in our shoes. We would love to help bring hope to families who are facing similar fertility struggles because of a cancer diagnosis at a young age.

Jordan, myself and our daughter have been dreaming about this possibly for years now and we would be eternally grateful to anyone willing to give us this amazing gift. If you or anyone you know is willing to be our gestational carrier in the very near future please reach out to us directly by emailing us at mypersonalpinktime@gmail.com. We would be happy to discuss the details at great length, but you can also find information about this process through this link on the Fertility Center’s webpage, or even schedule an appointment to talk to their donor coordinators free of charge: https://www.fertilitycentermi.com/gestational-carrier/

All our gratitude,
Tammy and Jordan Myers

Photos by: Shutter Sam Photography

Project Kindness

February 15, 2019 by admin

Last February I got a call from my dear friend Vicki. I could tell by the crackle in her voice when she said Hi Sweetie, I have an idea that I want to talk to you about and I want you to be a part of it. Like usual I got goosebumps right away because I knew this little project idea was going to be something meaningful for both of us. I just had no idea it was going to be so perfectly choreographed with the struggles that were unfolding in my own life. However, there is a part of me that believes that Vic knew deep down it was exactly what I needed. Vicki was preparing to turn 60, and in celebration of all of her incredible, sometimes difficult and always lesson-filled years she wanted to come up with a way to give back. So we dove in right away and came up with a plan to not only send love to the 60 women who have inspired, supported, and guided Vicki through the years, but we also we also set out to create a kindness pay-it-forward campaign of our own in, hopes that we could spread kindness even further. We coined our passion-filled project “Project Kindness”. Vicki’s plan was to mail 60 personalized cards to 60 women who have inspired, supported, and helped to guide her over the past 60 years. To take it a step further she wanted to include $5 in each card so that each woman could do something special for themselves, however, our hope was also to inspire each of these 60 women to spread a little kindness of their own by keeping the trail of kindness going.

I knew right away that I wanted my first Project Kindness action to be a lesson for my young daughter. I was fortunate enough to have some pretty strong role models in my life that taught me the value of kindness, however, I remember one lesson, in particular, that was a defining moment in developing my own personal character. I was in 4th grade at Patterson Elementary and there was a new student who was having a really hard time fitting in with the other students in my class. I’m from a small town where everyone knows who you are so looking back now, I can see how hard it must have been to break into social groups that had been forming since preschool. As a 9-year-old, I remember feeling bad when I noticed that this new girl seemed to be a little down. I even remember taking the time to talk to her and make her feel welcome, but when my classmates started teasing her, I froze. I knew what they were doing was wrong, and I knew I was not going to join them. However, I was lacking the confidence that I needed to stand up to my friends in her defense. It was so many years ago now, but I still remember it very well because it was a bit of a struggle for me. Some time had passed and things had gotten better… or less noticeable on the outside, but the teasing or bullying continued to happen a bit behind the scenes. That’s when the school counselor Jane Jordan pulled myself and a fellow classmate into her office. I was a panicked mess when we were called to the principal’s office because I was NOT a kid that got into trouble. When we got there, we were immediately told that we had done nothing wrong. In fact, the counselor actually thanked us for not joining in on the teasing with this student, and told us that she wanted to talk to the two of us specifically because she saw us as leaders in our classroom, and in our school. Most of all, she thought that we might have the ability to help in a bigger way. She talked a little bit about kindness and in a very subtle way she suggested that if we stood up to our classmates in support of this new student, the rest of our class might just follow our lead in welcoming her into the group. Jane may not know it, but in that very short conversation, she helped shape such a big part of the person I am today. She not only helped me to understand and act on my own empathy, but she also helped me to realize how powerful one simple act of kindness can be for someone who needs it. For us, this request seemed like something really small, but to this young girl, it was something much bigger. In fact, it just may have been everything to her in that moment.

This very positive lesson came full circle for me this past year when I found myself in Jane’s shoes. Only this time the new-girl who was struggling to fit in, was my daughter Corryn. For the past few years, Jordan and I have been working towards the goal of moving into the Forest Hills school district because it offers one of the very best educations in the area. Last summer we were on the search for the perfect house in a VERY hot housing market and unfortunately, we didn’t find our home in time for Corryn to start school in her new neighborhood. However, we were lucky enough to win the school lottery and get her into the Forest Hills district at Collins Elementary. In another meant-to-be moment, Corryn was placed in Miss Jenell Spindle’s Kindergarten class the Friday before school started. We got to meet Jenell her teacher, a half an hour before school started the following Monday morning, and within the first moments of meeting her, I knew my baby was in the right place… Janell has a big heart and you can truly see her love for each and every student just by looking into her eyes. She is one of those people that leave a lasting impression on your heart.

Corryn and Miss Janell Spindal, Collins Elementary School. 2017

I was the classic mom of an only child starting kindergarten; both tearful and excited for my baby to conquer the world. And Corryn, well…. she just couldn’t wait to meet all of her new friends. She had always been little miss social and independent, so we were not worried about how she would do as she embraced this new adventure. In fact, I barely got a hug as the bell rang and she ran off to play with all of the other kids. She loved kindergarten, her teacher, and she had lots of friends that kept her excited to come back every single day. However, all of this changed purchased our new home.

Initially, we were very torn. We absolutely knew that we would move Corryn to Ada Elementary eventually, however, the question was when. Do we uproot her during the school year after she has already formed relationships with both her teacher and so many friends, or do we let her finish out the year with a teacher who knows and loves her and let her start fresh at a new school in the fall? It truly was one of the hardest decisions we have had to make as parents. After all, we were moving for Corryn, yet it seemed to be hurting her the most during in that moment. After a few weeks, we decided to talk with both schools and work together to make the best decision we could. Everyone involved agreed that Corryn was a very confident, flexible and easy-going little girl who seemed to be friends with everyone in the class. In the end, we all felt she would do really well with the transition and decided that she should move schools right away so she could start building relationships with the children that she would essentially be growing up with.

Although the process was hard, it was also seamless. The teachers and principals from both schools communicated with one another to make the transition as easy as possible for us, and for Corryn. The plan was to move her after Thanksgiving break. We didn’t tell Corryn about the move in schools until the week before. When we broke the news, she did seem really sad, however, she was very excited that she was going to be able to go to school with her best friend Jackson, and that she would be able to ride the bus. On her last day at Collins Elementary, we stopped at her new school to take a tour and meet her new teacher Mrs. Anderson. And then took treats to her classmates at Collins where they had a little going away party planned for her. Although Corryn seemed to be doing fine, it was a pretty hard day for Jordan and I. Ok it was pretty terrible. We both walked out the school that morning in tears… Jordan included. We just couldn’t help but feel that everything that we had been fighting for in moving, was now ripping our baby from a school and a teacher who loved her. As I walked into to pick Corryn up that final afternoon, the lump in my throat was quite hard to swallow but I managed to compose myself until I walked around the corner and literally ran face first into Corryn’s teacher Jenell. She had just taken Corryn down to after-school care and she was teary eyed herself. As we walked down the hall to get her together she gave me one more giant hug and told me how much she enjoyed having Corryn in her class and that she really enjoyed getting to know me as well. You could see and feel the love pouring out of this amazing women and when the tears started to stream down her face. Before I knew it, we were both losing it, right there in the hallway. One of the biggest gifts that Jenell gave me was in tearfully telling me that she was really going to miss the “positive energy” that Corryn brought to her class. In that moment I knew she loved my sweet girl and wanted the best for her as much as we did, but my mind also filled with very mixed and fearful emotions that have been spiraling in my mind since the day I was diagnosed.

Saying goodbye was hard, but we quickly shifted our focus to the exciting new adventure that Corryn was going to have the following week. We focused all of our energy into building her up for a positive new start at a brand new school. She was pretty excited from the start because her buddy told her that Ada Elementary had a rock wall in the gym, and because in her own words “she was really excited to make even more friends!” As a bonus Miss Spindle happened to know her new teacher, so she talked with her before we transitioned and got her caught up on all things Corryn. Our new principal Mrs. Van Antwerp and teacher Mrs. Anderson went way out of their way and did an amazing job of making Corryn, Jordan and I feel welcomed into the community they have build within the school. Although it was a hard day for us as parents, we received updates and photos from both her teacher and her principal throughout the day and best of all we got to see very big smiles on Corryn’s face. We were blessed with two amazing schools in one school year put our minds at ease.

Corryn truly loves Ada Elementary however after a week or so, she started to realize that she wasn’t going back to her old school. She started saying that she missed her friends, but it took a few weeks before we noticed a shift in her demeanor. We really wanted to chalk it up to her missing her first kindergarten class initially, but it was more than that. She seemed really down and a bit withdrawn at first, but never wanted to talk about what was bothering her. Sadly I think she has learned how to use a game face from her mommy, which makes me feel even worse. She realized that her being upset, concerned us, so she started keeping it all inside and the impressionable age of five. Although she managed to take it all and stride at school, we could see that she was no longer our confident and social little girl. We could see the sprinkle was fading out of her big brown eyes and it was breaking our hearts in more ways than we could ever count. The hardest part was hearing her break down when she told me that the kids at her new school didn’t like her, and that she didn’t want to tell us because she didn’t want us to think she was weird too. As a parent you are helpless. No matter how much you teach, guide, prepare and plan, you cannot protect your babies when you send them out into the world. But we knew that we had to try.

Making the call was the hard part because we didn’t want to overreact and shield her from a good relationship building lesson, but at the same time, we didn’t want this to become something that defined her early school years. We were happy to hear that her new teacher was already taking notice of the shift in demeanor as well, and she already had a few suggestions for us. Both her teacher and her school counselor jumped into action right away and took the necessary steps to help Corryn navigate through a very challenging situation and even helped her to personally grow from the process.

It was during this very long and emotional process, that I got the call from my dear friend Vicki and the stars again aligned for us. Our conversation took me back to the day I welcomed my beautiful baby into this world, but also to the day that I realized that cancer could take me from her. It hit me like a ton of bricks to again realize I may not have the time to teach my daughter all of the things that I wanted to teach her and most of all, and it I I may not be able to use my own experiences to help shape her into the person I had hoped she would become.

This topic was top of mind for me during that first painful and scary few years, but as anyone who has faced cancer knows, you have no choice but to prepare for the very worst… and hope for the very best. I made a point to talk to my husband about all of the things that I wanted Corryn to know about me and I set a few plans into motion in the process. I reached out to a photographer to ask her to help me document my story so I could create a book for her daddy to give her when she was at the right age if I wasn’t here to do it myself. Cancer has a way of taking over your world and turning everything upside down at the same time, but if you are the parent of a young child this emotional battleground takes you to a whole new level. You try to be hopeful, but cannot help but feel helpless and defeated every single day. It is an epic internal battle that you truly cannot understand unless you have faced it yourself. And if you are an “action” driven “fixer” like myself, knowing that you have no ability or power to change what is happening to you and your family, is by far the hardest part.

When the fear and the sadness took over, I subconsciously distracted myself with planning for the unknown. I had a mental checklist that helped me to push the emotional turmoil to the outer edges of my mind. I spent endless hours making lists of what I wanted Corryn to learn from me in my time with her, I wrote her cards for every milestone I could miss, and I even went as far as contacting women in my life who I felt could help Jordan teach her important life lessons when the perfect time arose. I was determined to do everything in my power to guide my baby girl, even if I couldn’t be here to do it myself. I have learned a lot about myself and my cancer since that very scary first day, and I am now very optimistic about my long-term prognosis, but as another parent and I discussed today; I am a very optimistic person 95% of the time, but there will always be the other 5% that leaves me feeling “cautiously optimistic” in knowing that the floor could fall out from under me at any moment. This is why I have vowed to channel my sometimes crippling fears into heartfelt and meaningful actions and make a difference with the life that I have been given.

Project Kindness Ambassadors

Today marks 4 years to the day that I met Dr. Elaina Tanner and discussed the lump that I found in my breast. Although I gained an amazing friend in Eliana, this memory has taken a bit of the sweetness out of Valentine’s Day these past few years. However, thanks to my amazing friend Vicki for initiating this project one year ago, to Heather, a very very very special and amazing first grade teacher shares my passion to make a difference but also truly holds a special place in my heart, and an equally amazing principal who not only made a trip to my house to discuss this project while I was recovering from surgery, but also allowed me to join her in her own kindness efforts at Ada Elementary; I spent my day full of excitement and joy as I watched this crazy little idea come to life at Corryn’s school with wall graphics, staff shirts, announcements made by the principal and Corryn, videos, and photos. The best part was that I was able to join in the Project Kindness fun that afternoon at Corryn’s Valentine’s Day party and meet a few of the faculty members that I have not yet met.

The idea for Project Kindness was born out Vicki’s desire to give back after a lifetime of gratitude and love, and also my desire to make this world a kinder place for my daughter. The past few years have taught me a lot about who I am and how I hope to be remembered, but this experience has specifically taught me to “be the example” that I want my daughter to learn from. The best part of all this is, that I get to be here to share this project and this lesson with her myself. I cannot help but feel that the experience I had during my own elementary school years truly was meant to prepare me to help my own daughter through the very same experience and that it was meant to ultimately motivate me to initiate Project Kindness within Corryn’s school.

Project Kindness Phase One. Mrs. Anderson’s Kindergarten Class 2018

Project kindness is a pay-it-forward campaign that starts in the classroom and encourages our children to be kind in every aspect of their life. The project technically started last year in Mrs. Anderson’s Kindergarten class when where her teacher shared a bit of the background with the students and Corryn completed her first kindness action in making every classmate a card, but… it officially launched school-wide today at Ada Elementary. The process and the specifics will be ever evolving as we set everything into motion this month, but Kim, Corryn’s principal has already done an amazing job of laying a foundation for the program and helping me to put an “action plan” in place for her students. For now the project lives within the walls of Ada Elementary, however, our bigger goal is to walk kindness right out of our school, outside of Ada, and beyond. And our greatest hope is that Project Kindness will become a kindness movement that other schools want to join in on. Together we truly can walk Kindness around the world.

I owe a big thank you to so many who have helped with this process and I want you all to know that this Valentine’s Day… my heart was full of happiness, gratitude, and hope.

My Husband’s Story

September 13, 2017 by admin

A lot of you have asked or wondered if my husband Jordan would ever be willing to share aspects of how my Breast cancer affected him and our family. He has always said that he would someday, but feared he wouldn’t be able to put his thoughts into words in the same way that I have. I think it was something he would have gotten to eventually, especially if something happened and I was not doing well, but we got bit of a nudge a few months back when Good Housekeeping contacted me. They were interested in interviewing Jordan and I for a story about young families facing breast cancer. We of course said yes as it has unintentionally become part of my mission to share the side of breast cancer that so many hide, but this was a great opportunity for Jordan to share a bit of his story as well. I will admit he was hesitant at first, and in his words he feared he may “screw it up”. I told him that It was his call, but I did have one stipulation….. If he agreed to the story, he had to be 100% open and honest with the journalist writing the story.

Here is the article that GH published a few weeks back. The writer we worked with did a great job of capturing Jordan’s thoughts and feelings and Jordan joined me by taking one giant step out of his comfort zone, as he was honest and open in discussing a some pretty difficult topics. The truth is he too has suffered and is still suffering through all of this with me, just in different ways. In some ways he is suffering on an even deeper level than I am because he has to helpless watch and react rather than feel things first hand. Breast cancer didn’t just happen to me. Breast cancer happened to everyone who loves me.

We would like to note that the headline is a little deceiving. Jordan did take a lot of the photos that are featured in the article, however Sam from Shutter Sam Photography deserves a great deal of the credit for beautifully capturing so many aspects of the past two years, including all the aspects of this journey that are so difficult for others to see.

See the Good Housekeeping article here:

http://www.goodhousekeeping.com/health/a44239/husband-documents-wifes-cancer-battle/

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Ending a Very Pink Month With a Trip To Camp

October 24, 2016 by Tammy Myers

Whew this has been a pretty crazy month this far. Although I didn’t really think it was possible, my world got a little more pink over the past few weeks. I can tell you right out of the gate, I was pushed completely out of my comfort zone at every pass in being asked to speak at several local breast cancer events in West Michigan. Each request came with a certain level of anxiety. You know; the sweaty hands, knot in your stomach kind of anxiety, but I took a deep breath and said sure, with a nervous but big smile on my face like I promised I would. I cannot help but think back to my very first Chemo which happens to be the day I connected with my now very dear friend Liz. She had been following my blog and had just started volunteering with the American Cancer Society, so she stopped into my very first chemo to introduce herself…. And we just connected instantly as we share quite similar passions and goals in raising awareness for a cause that is near and dear to our hearts. Liz was about 2 years out from her breast cancer diagnosis on the day I met her, yet there she was volunteering to help women just like her facing the hardest battles of their lives, and she was still recovering from and dealing with the after affects of her own battle. We shared story’s, our inspirations, and our aspirations in those few short hours. Where I was comfortably stepping out of my comfort zones from behind a computer screen, Liz was stepping out of hers in the public eye, as she was jumping onto a leadership committee with ACS, and she had already begun sharing her story publicly at ACS events and at her Daughters Sorority at Hope College. I remember telling Liz that I had made a promise that I would say “yes” when I wanted to run, if it meant that I was stepping out of my comfort zone in a way that helped women in my shoes, but I was very quick to state that public speaking would be where I drew the line. I have always hated being the center of attention and the idea of standing up in front of a large Crowd to speak has always terrified me! I can still picture her face as she the looked at me, smiled, and said you will be surprised at what you will do after something like this. Looking back I think she knew, or at least she saw the very same spark of crazy in my eyes as she did her own, because she was absolutely correct! I did make the promise that I would accept each challenge and step out of my comfort zone for the greater good from the day I was diagnosed. What might be somewhat surprising is that it’s harder for me to openly and publicity share my story, than it is to bare my scars and deepest inner thoughts, fears, and emotions, in photos and blog posts. I got my toes wet by sharing my story at Farm to Table Harvest Event for Revive and Thrive and of course sharing my story with the Bee Brave community following the Bee Brave 5K, however I stepped it up a notch by doing 3 news interviews for both breast cancer events and my own campaign, being featured in the Spectrum Health Ad campaign that launched this month in the forms of Outdoor boards, online, print, digital ads, and the biggest step…. Being honored as the keynote speaker at this year’s Wine and Wig Gala put on By ACS, Komen, Gilda’s, and Van Andel Institute and speaking as part of an expert panel at Spectrum Health’s Candid Conversations event with my medical team in front of 1200 people.

The Wine and Wig event, by far had me the most panicked as I wrote at least 6 different takes on my story and in the end felt very ill prepared. But it that moment things clicked into place a calmness came over me before I even got up the the podium. I think I realized what an honor it was to have been given such an amazing platform to share not only my story but my mission with some pretty big players in the breast cancer community, and the response was quite beautiful. There were a lot of tears which was really not my goal, but it means a lot that my story was able to touch people on a level that brought even the strong men in the room to tears and compelled them to approach me afterwards. It was quite an amazing night that almost culminated all that I have been through and all that I am hoping to achieve. And you know what? I surprised myself. I really struggled with the first few events that I spoke at this month, and I did panic a bit inside with each and every speech, however I have also learned so much about myself and grown in ways that are hard to explain which is something I did not anticipate. Above all, I again feel like I am right where I need to be, and I am doing exactly what I was meant to do. A few weeks ago my nerves were getting the best of me as I told my husband that public speaking just is NOT for me, but oddly I don’t regret any of it and I think I would do it all again. Plus I believe it was the very best lead in to what I have in store next… A camp for young cancer survivors.

This camp is a once and a lifetime adventure camp for young cancer survivors in Maui, that my dear friend Jessica lined up for me. (Love you dear) The camp is fully funded by The Athletes for Cancer Foundation and The Cassie Hines Shoes Cancer Foundation out of Washington, Michigan sponsored all of my travel expenses. We found out about the camp a few months ago, but I didn’t actually get off the waiting list until early Oct. With all the craziness this month, it has not even hit me that I am actually leaving for Hawaii in less 10 hours. However as I… very last minute plan the week for my family, and start the packing process, I am getting pretty excited to get away from my reality and feel the sun on my skin again. The camp is called Camp Koru, and it’s geared to empower young cancer survivors to take their lives back after cancer by jumping out of their comfort zones and conquering challenges like surfing, and stand up paddling in Hawaii, which sounds quite amazing to me!

I really cannot express how excited I am I am for this camp. I know it will push me out of my comfort zone a little more, but in a good way as I have not yet conquered my fear of group sharing. However I know that it will be life-changing to meet others my age who understand all of the challenges, fears, and emotions, that come from from being diagnosed with cancer as a young adult. I will be off the grid for most of the week, but expect a full report when I return.

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Take Me Out To The Ballpark

July 21, 2016 by Tammy Myers

Ok so I will be honest, I am still pretty disconnected from…. Um everything, and I am very much still working my way back from the craziest few weeks that I have had in a very very very long time. Truth is I have had so so many things to write about and just not enough time, or really enough energy to make it all happen with what’s been happening with me physically. So let’s just say there are A LOT of half-written posts in the works.

In some ways this has been the hardest few weeks since my diagnosis, even harder then my intense treatment days, but I will admit that before the last few weeks of classic “Tammy” medical mayhem, some good things actually did happen too, and although there has been a lot of emotion and a lot of pain, there has also been pretty great moments with some very special people in my life as well. So look for me to flood the feed here in the next few weeks with full updates on all fronts, starting with an update from today’s appointments with the Pulmonologist and how I am currently. (Probably tomorrow as I sit in the infusion chair)

But for now I will share this little bit of Awesomeness with the disclaimer that I know that I probably should not have done this given that, I oh… Just got out of the hospital two days ago, and I am very much still struggling with the recovery pain of having a chest tube placed in addition to some inflamed and possibly, but hopefully not infected lungs…. But as some of you know I’m a little crazy, so I took a LOT of pain meds, put my big Jackie-O style glasses on to hide those pain pills and we rushed from my appointments directly to the ballpark for the Pink Out Whitecaps baseball game that I vowed not to miss. And…. I actually threw out one of the first pitches. I will say it didn’t even make it to the plate, well maybe with a bounce, and it did hurt like hell…. because my chest tube was actually placed behind my shoulder blade and muscles were effected so I’m paying for it now big time, but it was so worth it. The truth is, either way I would be feeling the pain now right? At least this way I got a fun experience in there too. The very really truth is that Sometimes you just have to say…. Screw it! I’m not going to let life or better yet my own life circumstances hold me back today! And celebrate the fact that despite one hell of a hard, uphill cancer journey thus far, I am still a Survivor… (Or as I prefer to say, I am a Cancer warrior) Am I right? Plus it made my day to hear my sweet girl Yelling “Good job Mommy! You threw the ball SOOOO far!” From the side lines.

A huge thanks to the West Michigan Komen Association for giving us the gift of this night out as a family at the ballpark to celebrate our “pinkness”, a very big thank you to my husband Jordan for biting his tongue and letting me break the rules of rest and recovery to yet again push myself just a little too far, but this time for a little fun, (As this was my positive way of standing up with him and saying “F*ck Cancer without wearing his awesome shirt) and lastly thank you to my brother Scott, his girlfriend Amanda, and my nephew Connor for making the trip across the state to share this fun “pink”. night with Jordan, Corryn, and I.

Here are a few photos of Pinkness at the BallPark. Now I have to rest before day of appointments.

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Update on Tammy’s Condition

July 17, 2016 by Tammy Myers

Hey Guys, it’s Jordan again.
Here’s an update on Tam.

We are now at Butterworth Hospital downtown. After giving Tammy A LOT of medications to get her pain under control and running several tests last night they found out that Tammy has inflammation in her lungs called radiation pneumonitis. I guess this can be pretty painful. They gave her some pretty heavy doses of a steroid last night for this but needed her to be seen by a thoracic surgeon on this which they didn’t have staffed at Blodgett, so we were sent by ambulance to Spectrum Butterworth, which we didn’t really feel was needed. However I guess it is protocol.

They also said that she has subcutaneous emphysema which is when some of the air leaks out of the chest tube and gets stuck between the muscles. For her it is in between the muscles behind her shoulder and in her left side under her arm. This too is really painful and can move around a bit from the incision/lung site so this could explain a lot of what Tam is experiencing in her chest as well. In addition we were told that they saw some apical scaring on the lung and that there was still a small pneumothorax present after the chest tube was removed in addition to a UTI because of being repeatedly straight-cathed last week after the surgery. They are hoping that the small pneumothorax and the subcutaneous emphysema heals on it’s own in time and she is receiving high strength IV meds for the UTI. We are being told that some of this is common (finally) and can be happen with chest tubes, so they are hoping it resolves itself. We just really need to get the inflammation and the painful subcutaneous emphysema take care of.

As of now, we are still waiting to see a Thoracic Surgeon. Tammy is still in a lot of pain, but she doesn’t want to take all the meds they are suggesting because she want’s to be with it when the Doctor comes in so she is again smiling and making the best of spending a few more days in the hospital but off the record she is pretty funny on the meds. At this point we are being told we will be here until at least tomorrow, but we are hoping to get home as soon as we can. We are both missing a little girl who has been hanging with her Grandma’s for the past week.

Officially Discharged

July 15, 2016 by Tammy Myers

Officially being discharged from Butterworth after 4 days of post-surgical care. From what I understand, the procedure to place the drainage tube in my lung, went well. The location of the hole made the procedure tricky because of some main arteries located in that area, but they were able to go in through my back to place the tube instead, and the hole is expected to heal over the next few weeks. They were able to get the trapped air and what looked to be a lot of blood out of my lung and my lung did re-inflate in the affected areas, so they were able to remove the tube late last night. OUCH!

I don’t actually remember much of the past few days because the IV meds kind of kept me in a fog……. Which I am thankful for, because now that the IV meds are wearing off, I am realizing how right my nurses were in warning me that this would be a very very painful process. Wowers! I won’t lie, I have been through A LOT of painful surgeries, but this one, is right up there on the pain scale. Either way, it way more then I prepared myself for, and I was bummed to hear that it will hurt like this for a good few weeks.

While admitted I did have a few visitors, including one who came with flowers in hand and happened to be from Spectrum Heath’s Marketing department, but mostly, I spent 4 days in bed; resting, healing, relaxing, and sleeping, which if you know me at all, you know that none of these actions happen often. So you know I’m on the right track. I will see my surgeon in a few weeks for repeat CT scans and chest X-rays to see if surgery was a full success, but for now I’ll be on the couch hoping to feel more like myself soon!!!!

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A Shout-out to Co-Survivors

June 7, 2016 by Tammy Myers

I received an email from the Susan G. Komen Organization a few weeks ago. They had come a cross my story and expressed that they were in tears after diving deeper to my blog, which gave me chills all over, but in a good way. First I cannot express how honored I am that the Komen foundation was touched by my story, but I am also so honored to hear that my words are helping others. I really never thought that my posts would be reaching as many people as they are reaching and I never thought I would be getting the response that I am getting. But having such a key player in the Breast Cancer awareness, research and funding community share my story has taken that to a whole new level and again reminded me that stepping our of my comfort zone to document and share some of the hardest and scariest yet amazing moments of my life; was indeed what I was meant to do. To my surprise the Komen Organization asked if they could feature my “I love Mom” photo on social media, and said they would be honored to share my story as part of a campaign they have wrapped around National Survivor day, as well.

A few days ago, a photo of Jordan, Corryn, and I was added to the homepage feature on the official Susan G. Komen website, and this morning I received an email from my contact at the Komen Organization, with a social post featuring co-survivors and mentioning all that my sweet husband has done to help me through the hardest year of my life. My body went tingly all over. The post is touching and beautiful at the same time, and I too feel it is important to honor all of the co-survivors out there as National Survivor day nears. In most cases, it is these co-survivors or those closest to us during our war with cancer, who really give us the strength to keep going every single day and to most of all, to keep getting up everyday and fighting.

A day to honor Mom

May 8, 2016 by Tammy Myers

The day I became a mother was the very best day of my life. I had literally dreamed about becoming a mommy from the time I was in elementary school, maybe even before. This may sound weird, and I am not sure I have ever admitted this to anyone, but where most kids excitedly looked through the big JCPenny catalog picking out toys, I looked through the catalog picking out the children I would someday have…. And of course picking out all of the cute clothes I would someday dress them in. When I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always replied with; “I want to be a mommy”. My love of children only grew through the years and I was quickly labeled as the one most likely to have a gaggle of kids by my peers. I started babysitting all of the neighborhood kids at when I was 10, and I loved every second of it. When I was in high school I took a job working in a daycare after school and later I worked as a nanny for two amazing baby girls that I still refer to as my first born. I fell in love with every child that I had the pleasure of caring for, and I often joked that I was a second mommy to many, however the love that fills your heart as your baby grows and develops inside of you, and the joy you feel in the moments you bring that baby into the world, are nothing short of awe-inspiring, life-defining, and indescribable for those who haven’t felt it for themselves.

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