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6
Jan

Awkward doctors and kidney stones

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So busy!  Radiation is going as well as it should, but my breast is red, sore and itchy. I still hate it (the rads not my breast!) but full breast radiation ends Monday and then on to high strength, tumor area, target radiation (I am sure there is an actual name for that but that what I call it) I love my surgeon, he did such an amazing job and the scars are minimal and mostly hidden. I also love my breasts and my still blue areola, it makes me feel like part Smurf. I’m happy that I kept them, even after they tried to kill me.

Yesterday, was a long day and I’m still recovering from it. I had Radiation at 10, and met with my Oncologist and then my Herceptin infusion. I use to like my meetings, now I dread them. Recently they have been awkward, and yesterday was a fine example. He asked me how the Radiation has been treating me, I told him fine and just said that my breast was red and a little sore. He is quiet and doesn’t say much so I feel like I have to talk or ask questions or really just break the silence and weird eye contact. I use to find his accent cute but now I don’t as I’m having a hard time understanding him. G doesn’t help, as he has NO clue what he’s saying so half the time we all just stare at each other. So he asked me how my breast was and then asked how the scar was. I told him it’s alright. He then asked to see it. I felt weird, awkward and wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do as I was fully clothed and we were all just sitting around. So I just popped my boob out and showed him (and the student who I never was introduced and didn’t say one word to me…) Dr. C looked at it from across the room, and the student silently looked at it, and finally the doctor said “oh good, looks like everything is going as they should. I see no problems or issues here” I wasn’t expecting applause or anything (but it would have been appreciated) but I guess I wanted more explanation or a little bit of warmth or something, just anything to take away strangeness of it all, but that was that and so I plopped my breast back into my shirt and away we went.

As we were walking to the Chemo ward for my Herceptin I told G that I was worried about the next step radiation and scared that my scar would break/tear apart. He told me that was crazy talk and that scar tissue was more durable. I still don’t really believe him as I read on forums of other ladies whose mastectomy scars broke apart and basically exploded during Radiation. Gross I know, but now you know where my fear lies.

After Herceptin, G and I went to Cora’s for lunch. We ordered, and during the wait for our food G complained of a sharp pain in his side. He left the table to walk it off and the food came.  I then got a call from him, he was in the car and said that we had to go to the hospital.  He was feeling faint and in the most pain he has ever had.  I paid the bill quickly and back to the hospital we went.  I dropped him off in Emergency and then went to park the car.  When I returned he was in sitting in the waiting room, all pale and sick looking, hunched over groaning in agony.  It was horrible.  I talked the receptionist and told her that something was seriously wrong, and asked if G can be seen right away.  She complied and brought him in and a nurse set up an IV and gave him a pain killer.  She told us that it was most likely a kidney stone and that he will need a CT scan.  In the meantime we were set up in the Observation area and waited 6 hours for the scan.  G got high on Morphine and Dilatin while I read to him and played Jetpack Joyride.  The nurses were amazing, and said that the pain from Kidney stones are comparable and sometimes worse than Child Birth, oh my!  When he finally got the scan, it turned out to be a 3mm stone and close to the bladder.  The doctor said that it may take up to 2 weeks for it to pass!  Poor G, he’s not looking forward to his ‘stone’ baby.

All is good today.  We are both very tired after our 12 hour day at the hospital but G is feeling better and that is all that counts!  Many thanks to both our family and friends who were kind and supportive through this ordeal.  Love you guys!!!


CATEGORIES: Misc., Radiation Therapy

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2
Jan

Happy New Year!

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“We can prevent breast cancer recurrence.  It is a substantial statement to be able to decrease a recurrence rate by 50%” Dr. George Peoples.

These are very powerful words and I’m looking forward to this one day soon being available to everyone.  I’m really hoping that they pass all the clinical tests!  Recurrence is a giant fear, can you imagine if this fear disappears? Wowzers!

Click the article link below to learn more about this vaccine.
Antigen Express Breast Cancer Vaccine Development


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30
Dec

Is your glass half full or half empty?

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My hair is growing back! This is making me SO happy!  It is growing back a little darker than I wanted and in patches, but it is growing!  It feels very fuzzy now, and I can’t stop running my hands over my scalp and reciting ‘Fuzzy Wuzzy was a Bear’.

I started Radiation Therapy mid December and I’m not liking it one bit.  It doesn’t hurt or anything, and I just have to lie still for about 15 minutes but there is something about it that I just really dislike, more than Chemo actually.  I think it is because I over think what it is doing to my body, and I’ve read so much about its effects.  I’ll be happy to have it over with.  Today I had the biggest urge to sit up and runaway during it.  I’m not stupid enough to do this but I did think about it.

Talking about thoughts, I wanted to write a little about sadness.  I’m not going to call it depression because I feel that people can be sad and lonely without being depressed.  I guess it really boils down to how people cope and the strategies they have to help them through stressful times.  One of the strategies that I know has helped me is write down what I want to achieve or where I want to be in a few years.  I think this, focus on it, and dream away.  We perceive things differently, situations and circumstances.  I could see my cancer as negative or I could see it as a positive.  I CHOOSE to see it as a positive.  It has brought my family and friends closer together and has given me the insight into others who are going through difficult times.  I believe it is how we view things and this is one thing that we have power over.

I just watched this episode of ‘Canada’s Worst Driver’ and they gave the perfect example.  The drivers were navigating a course at high speeds and kept spinning out.  They needed to look on where they wanted to go; the best drivers look at the apex of the turn and visualized their successful navigation through the corners and the worst focus on obstacles they don’t want to hit.  And guess where each one ended up? The better ones completed the task and the worst ones hit the obstacles they focused on, whether it was a wall, a curb or a cardboard person.  You always obtain what you focus on, if that happens to be a negative thing than that’s where unfortunately you end up.   And remember, when you start sliding this winter don’t panic and focus on the ditch in front of you but rather the empty space where you want to end up safely.  It’s good to become self-aware of what we focus on, so that we can end up where we truly want to be.


CATEGORIES: Misc., Radiation Therapy

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16
Dec

In the beginning…

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Yesterday marked my 6 month anniversary of having breast cancer.  Well formally I should add. I’ve had a few people ask how I found it and realized that I’ve never written about the days before my diagnosis.  So here goes…

 

I never use to do daily breast exams, I would mostly check them every few days or once a week or just when I thought of it.  It would make me feel uncomfortable and nervous when I did them and I always thought that since my breasts (and I guess all breasts in general) are lumpy I would never be able to tell if I did find a lump.  Well, I was wrong.  I was in the shower when I found my lump.  I remember reading or hearing about that being the best place to do your exam, and so mostly would check when I soaped up.  So I felt something different, but it wasn’t huge and I couldn’t feel it if I pressed hard.  It felt like a small pea, just under my skin and near where my underwire (of my bra)  would be.  I was concerned, but was also concerned over a small bump near the bridge of my nose.  I showed G both, he had a hard time finding the lump on by breast, like I said you had to feel the skin very lightly and it was small.  But I could feel it, and it was different.  I had a bad feeling about it.

I made an appointment with my doctor right away and went it the next day.  He was not concerned.  He said it was most likely from my underwire and told me not to worry.  He was a little wary over the bump on my nose as he had no idea what it could be so he sent me in for x-rays.  He told me return in a month and he would check things again.  It was a hard month for me, I got more and more concerned over the lump but tried to reassure myself.  I went in for the x-ray and went back to the doctor.  The x-ray results were good but very weird.  I had jaw surgery over 10 years ago, and the bump I could feel was the screw from the surgery.  I was and still very grossed out by that.  I guess I’m sorta like Frankenstein!  Grody! We talked more about the lump, and I pressed him again to get it checked out, he reassured me (again) that it was most likely nothing as I was so young and that it was small but he went ahead and booked me a mammogram.

The day of the mammogram was one of the worst days of my life.  I went there for 8 (I had told work that I was going to  be a little late but should be there for 9am)  I was nervous, but surprisingly not very much and just kind of wanted to get it over and done with.  I reassured myself time and again that it was nothing so I was beginning to believe it. I even told G not to come with me, I was just going to be in and out.  Now, I know differently and I never want anybody to be alone in this situation so please bring someone with you if you find a lump.  I never want anybody to have to go through what I did alone.

So, I got changed and sat in this little waiting area with a handful of other nervous looking women and my named was called and I was brought in for an ultrasound first, they told me they usually do the mammogram first but there was a delay.  There were 2 ladies doing the ultrasound and I pointed out where the lump was and they began.  They saw the lump on the machine and started talking to one another “do you see that?”  “oh wow look at that Aura!”  I asked them if everything was alright, as they were talking amongst themselves and they looked at me kind of like remembering I was still there.  “ummm yes, we are just going to get someone else in here to help read this”.  So one lady left, and the other remained silent, and I just lay there worried.  Two other people returned, and introduced themselves, and they kept talking and ultrasounding.  I remember laughing nervously because there were so many people talking and looking, but no-one was talking with me and one lady looked down at me and asked if I was ticklish. I lied and said yes.  They continued pointing to the the screen and talking amongst themselves, and I started to cry.  One of the doctors, finally recognizing me, asked if I had any questions and I asked the first thing that came to my head and I felt was the most important “Am I going to die?” and she said “no, we are going to take care of you.” And that was that, they didn’t tell me anything else and whisked me off to get a mammogram.  Right after the mammogram they told me I had to stay, and put me in a small room.  They told me they needed to get a hold of the surgeon to book an appointment.  I remember I asked so many times if I had cancer and was told nothing other than ‘we found something suspicious and can’t tell you more’.  I was told I was to have a biopsy for the lump and my lymph nodes.   I waited over an hour by myself in that room.  I called work to say I wasn’t coming in, I called my sister to ask about my grandmother who had cancer and to find out if other relatives had cancer.  I filled out forms after forms but had no answers and was so confused, nervous and scared.  It was horrible.  They finally got a hold of Dr. L (the surgeon) and booked an appointment for June 15.  I remember asking why I needed an appointment with a surgeon if they didn’t know it was cancer and was just told it was a formality.  Now, I know they knew it was cancer from the beginning.  The nurse told me on  the 15th that they knew all along, but they needed it to be confirmed 100% before telling me.

My experiences post mammogram were great, everyone was polite and very professional.  I did complain to the manager of the Breast Clinic about how unprofessional the workers were and she reassured me she would have a meeting with them.  I hope for other patients sake, she did.

I know that this post is very long winded.  Thank you for reading, and making it this far!  I do actually have a point in writing all this but I needed to explain my situation before getting to the reason I’m writing about this.

The point is, we are the only advocate that will totally fight for what we personally need.  We know our bodies, we can feel if something is not right, if something feels different or out of place.  Call it intuition.  If I had taken my doctor to his word, not to worry about it than I might not have pushed to get a mammogram.  My prognosis would be very different.  I’ve heard many stories like this, and the stories have happy endings ONLY because the people involved pushed to get the tests they needed and saw many, many different doctors and therapists.  They did not drop the ball on themselves and are here only because they advocated for themselves.  Trust your body and trust yourself, it’s only your life to lose and that is the most important thing of all.

 


CATEGORIES: Chemotherapy, Misc.

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10
Nov

Acts of kindness

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Where is the time going?  I can’t get over that it is November already! G and I have been so busy lately, well G mostly.  We are in the midst of renovating the kitchen and the garage.  The roof needed to be replaced on the garage, and of course when he took some apart he realized that the walls needed to be done too.  A huge undertaking but G is amazing and  is doing it all himself, well, with help from friends.

I am always taken aback by the true selflessness and selfishness of some people.  Luckily,  I am surrounded by amazing people, people that will give you their time and assistance without asking for much or anything in return.  We live in such a want and reward society, and people usually won’t do anything unless they are getting something back or ‘look’ better by doing it.   G’s undertaking, the garage and the kitchen, is overwhelming.  He works his accounting job and than returns to either work on the roof or the cabinets.  Some of G’s friends, even though they work long hours doing physical jobs take time at the end of the day or the weekend to help him.  Last Saturday, for instance, G and I awoke to hammering around 8:30am and realized that D had come over and had already gotten started on the garage siding!  How amazing is that? I can’t tell you how much G appreciates the help and I can see, when the boys are over, how much they bond and actually enjoy the time spent together.  It makes me happy to realize that there are still good people out there, good friends that will help someone in need, will give their time and effort just for that, and without asking for anything in return.

I figure we need more D’s.  We need to become less selfish.  What are we so busy doing anyways?  And doesn’t it feel amazing to help someone else, as little as the help can be?  I am the luckiest, I’ve been surrounded by people who love and support me.  I even have a friend who sends me beautiful, amazing cards all the time just because she likes giving them and she knows it will make me feel good.  She is an Angel, and I am so thankful that she is in my life.  I just need to remember this, after this Cancer is past me, that I can be that person, that Angel to someone.  We all have that ability, and you never know, sometimes it’s that little something (like that beautiful card) that will shape someone’s day or even week and their positive energy will shape someone elses day and so on and so forth. A positive, spiraling whirlwind of happiness, now doesn’t that sound fabulous?

 


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19
Oct

The Other Women

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G has another ‘lady’ in his life.  We started off good, but then when she realized I was staying she turned bitchy.  She use to sleep in the other spare room but when I moved in she wanted our bed.  Well, to sleep on my side to be exact.  She follows him everywhere, even goes to work with him!  Now she has taken over my island (my part of the couch) and won’t give it back.  And she snaps and snarls.  She is Cracker of course, G’s dog, and she is getting mean in her old age.

 

We argue almost every night.  She never use to sleep with G,  the spare room use to called ‘Crackers room’ because that’s where she goes for her nights.  Not anymore, now she sleeps full out on my side of the bed.  We argue, I try to move her, she growls and snaps.  I get fed up, G makes a comment ‘my girls are fighting again, can’t you two just get along?’ and I usually end up sleeping curled up around her.  She is one tough chic!

I know this may sound crazy, and of course we have already established that I am, but I think Cracker understands English.  No I mean REALLY understands.  It’s scary and I end up feeling bad if I say something mean to her cause she has the saddest sulk and looks at G like I burned her puppies.  She watches tv, her favourite show is Wilfred (one of my favouties as well!)   I talk to her, yes normally like she’s a person not a child.  Not that a child isn’t a person.  Sheesh hopefully one day this won’t hamper any adoption procedures!  She listens, well I think she does and most of the time understands.  But, she doesn’t understand sarcasm.  I keep discovering this and end up feeling awful.  Sometimes she’ll come into the bedroom, and I’ll say “I’m sorry Cracker you stink too bad to be in here, you must sleep downstairs” and she’ll give me the saddest look and turn around and go downstairs.  My calling her to apologize doesn’t work (she isn’t smart enough to use the phone 😉 and her pouting is usually long and painful.

I love her.  I really do, she is the best, smartest dog ever!  Even through all our ‘issues’ I could not ask for a better one.  I am so thankful for the animals in my life, I can’t imagine a life without them.  They bring so much joy to my days, and warmth to my heart (and lap!!)  Life would be one miserable existence without pets.  So thank your pets today, give them an extra treat, let them sleep on your chest a little extra longer, and go for a long fun walk.  Pamper them, appreciate them, and love them more each day!

If You Can?   author unknown

If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can get going without pep pills,

If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,

If you can e at the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you any time,

If you can forgive a friend’s lack of consideration,
If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on you when,
no fault of yours,something goes wrong,

If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can ignore a friend’s limited education and never correct him,
If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,

If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,

If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,

If you can say honestly that deep in your heart you have not prejudice
against creed or color, religion or politics,

Then, my friend, you are almost as good as your DOG.
Almost, but not quite.


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17
Aug

The power of dreams

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This has been both the most amazingly wonderful year of my entire life as well as the toughest.  So much has happened, I finally met the man of my dreams, got breast cancer,  doing fertility treatments and now…. getting married!  I’ve dreampt about this moment my entire life, and I know without a doubt in my mind that G is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.  Happily, he feels the same way (phew 😉 )!  I’ve always felt that it has been too easy with him, and well, too good to be true.  I actually, at times, thought that he could read my mind (still kind of do as he is so darn in tune to my feelings).  I never really believed it could be like this, I didn’t really believe it when people told me that they were totally in love with no doubts, until I met G.  I’m so happy that I let myself go with it, trust him (and us!)  and really…just love him.  He was worth the wait!

 

So…..my message to other people in relationships or single is that there is REAL love out there for everybody.  Personally, I don’t believe in ONE true love, I feel that we may have a few,  and that we can fall deeply in love with many people in our life time.  I feel that compatibility, trust and friendship makes the most difference in how things work out.  If I die, I would want G to be with someone else, and find a love that we had.  I know it would be hard for him cause I’m just so freakin’ awesome (lol) but I do want all the happiness for him and I know that he could find it.  Everybody can, if they let themselves.  I am just so, SO happy and amazed that I was lucky enough to meet him!

 

Don’t settle for just anybody and it shouldn’t be hard.  You shouldn’t have to really work on it.  I mean,  you have to show them that you care and do stuff together, but love should not be difficult.  It should feel right and be easy.  There will be fights, bickering, and such but you may feel stupid during it (or afterwords) and not at all worried that things will end.  Trust your heart, and your intuition and let your love grow ♥


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29
Jul

At the edge of the woods…

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I was listening to a song on YouTube and someone posted this:

“This song reminds me of walking on a crisp Fall day, grasping a piping hot Starbucks cameral brule in one hand. I watch stray foliage twirl to the ground, as my hair is gently tousled by a cool gust of wind. I’m wearing a fresh knit sweater and jeans. The smell of burnt lumber lingers in the air, someone has lit and stoked the seasons first fire. Everyone walks with an extra step, like they have somewhere to go. Not me, I soak it all in, it’s when I feel the most ‘real’.”

 

I felt like I could just inhale this imagery.  I sensed it, throughout my body, not just in my minds eye.  It made me think of October, walking the dog, and hiking in the woods.  It made me smile, and think of the love that surrounds me. Recently, I’ve been having trouble picturing the future.  I’ve thought about it, hoped for vacations down south, and made plans in my mind but Cancer kept getting in the way.  This small paragraph stopped me, and let me dream and crave.  I love the summer but can’t wait to put on a thick sweater, to feel and hear the leaves crunch under my feet, the cool wind on my face, and just breathing in that air.  It’s scary how I let myself get so down, how I could forget about the small pleasures in life…I forgot to really Imagine.  I need to try harder; I’ve lost my positive attitude for a bit but I’m fighting and itching for it back.


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19
Jul

Wish all was clear…

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I am trying not to let the fire die down on me but some days it’s hard, like today for instance.  I have a whole bunch of emotions running through me, mostly sadness and fear.

I finally had a meeting with my Oncologist, Dr S.  I found out:

  • I am Stage 1 (she never really told me this though, she stated that stage wasn’t very important in my case – weird)
  • I am Grade 3 (the highest grade possible which means “cells look very different from normal cells. They grow quickly in disorganized, irregular patterns, with many dividing to make new cancer cells.)
  • I am HER2 positive, which means “HER2-positive breast cancer is a breast cancer that tests positive for a protein called human epidermal growth factor receptor 2 (HER2), which promotes the growth of cancer cells. In about 1 of every 5 breast cancers, the cancer cells make an excess of HER2 due to a gene mutation. HER2-positive breast cancers tend to be more aggressive than other types of breast cancer. They’re also less responsive to hormone treatment.”
  • I am ER Positive, which means “breast cancers that are estrogen-receptor-positive (ER-positive) are those that have estrogen receptors present on many of the cancer cells.”
  • My lympth nodes were clear
  • I have clear margins
  • My tumour was 1cm.
  • I will need 4 treatments of Chemotherapy every 3 weeks (Taxotere and Cyclophosphamide)
  • I will lose my hair (she said this was for sure 🙁 )
  • After the 2 treatments for Chemotherapy I will be started on Herceptin, 18 treatments every 3 weeks
  • I will have Radiation (I am not sure when, but will be meeting with this Oncologist June 29th)
  • I will have treatment for 1 and a 1/2 years and then start on hormone therapy for 5 years.
  •  A ‘Port-a-Cath’ will be inserted for the duration of my treatment.  Click here to read up about it http://www.huffingtonpost.com/hollye-harrington-jacobs/portacath-insertion_b_840429.html
  • I have a meeting with the Cardiologist tomorrow to check my heart because of abnormalities.

So, it has been a hard day.  I have so much to consider and take in, the most being my fertility.  I have missed my chance this month of harvesting eggs and will not be able to harvest until the end of August.  I can take a risk, start the fertility hormones and delay treatment but… being triple positive means that my cancer is estrogen based and with the HER2 status which increases the cancer, adding hormones and the small delay may not be a risk that I should take.  The doctor said I made her heart break a little because she couldn’t say or help more.  She couldn’t tell me more than that it is a risk, and I must make the final decision.

I really want a child, but I use to think more than anything.  I am not sure anymore.  It is so hard because I have to think about G’s feelings too and I’m so sad that if I don’t do the fertility that I might disappoint him (and me in the future). This is his life and his (future) child too.  We are just starting our life together, and I have so many health problems, I can’t help but feel like I’m damaged goods.  I feel bad for G.  I wish I could know more.  My Oncologist described my cancer as an garden, my cancer was a plant with roots, they can’t see if there are other seeds under the soil and Chemo will not help if those seeds root themselves down.  I wish that they could tell if I had tiny seeds of cancer still in me.  They can’t and wishing is useless.  I just have to make the most informed decision that will be the best outcome for the future.

I don’t have my answer yet.


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13
Jul

Zombies! EVERYWHERE!

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All right, this is my bitchfest spew of the week. Before this entire cancer nightmare, G and I had hour-long deep conversations about our zombie society.  We talked about religion, life after death (or no life) and how almost everybody is asleep.  We talked about how people live each day in and day out without thinking, without dreaming, without happiness, without even really seeing.  I’ve seen so many people just wake up, go to work, have dinner, watch tv, and then sleep.  Talk about autopilot. There is no excitement, no challenge, no change.  Most people don’t even remember much of their years.  YEARS!   I’ve been there.  Completely, and some days I’m still there.  I know I have to shake myself sometimes.  I have to wake myself up, because there really is a beautiful world out there, an exciting and wonderful life all around us, just waiting for us to wake up, grab it and make it our own.

Take a walk.  Look around, NO I mean really look around you.  Talk to your friends, again I mean really talk to people, just don’t exist.  LIVE.   I am sick of people complaining about their mundane lives.  Do something about it people! If you don’t like your partner, job, lifestyle, or life – change it.  Change is hard but it is what is difficult that really wakes you up and you can’t get anything you want without first doing something about it.  You have the power to change it.  No one else will do if for you and it won’t change on it own.  What if this is it?  What if there is no heaven, no afterlife.  Nothing.  You die, and than you just don’t exist anymore.  No second chances.  This is what I thought about so much before the cancer.  What if!?  Would you do anything different?  If not, GREAT!  If so, DO IT NOW!  I’m not saying to do anything drastic like sell your house and move to Zimbabwe, but seriously if that is what you want to do, find a way to do it.  Look into it and plan.  Dream away, cause life is not going to wait for you and anything can happen that will change things.  One thing that it can’t change is your dreams.

Stop looking at what you don't have and SEE and be thankful what you do have!

Stop looking at what you don't have and SEE and be thankful what you do have!

Stop wasting time people, in my eyes that’s what this ‘zombie lifestyle’ is.   Also, appreciate what you have.  People take so much for granted.  I know I took my health for granted.  I always see people take their children, their friends and their partners for granted.  Don’t, cause really those are the only thing in life that matters.  Those are the things that TRULY should make you happy.  Everything else is just fluff.  Let yourself be happy.  Really, let go and just be happy.  We all have choices, and my choice right now (even going through all this) is to be happy.  Yes I could be sad.  I have every right to be.  But should I be?  Should I hold on to that anger, that fear?  I could, but it would do nothing for me.  It would only harm me.  So… I’m choosing to be happy.

I would do anything to have a child and I really HATE that I might not be able to bare one.  Will I let this stop me from dreaming?  Hell no, if I can’t have a child naturally, can you imagine what fun, how exciting (but nerve-wracking, and overwhelming I’m sure) will be ways to have getting one?  There are so many other options, just like in every obstacle of life and I guess it is how you look at it.  There are different roads and paths for everyone, all the time.  You just have to look for them.  Take the blinders off and LIVE.


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23
Jun

Is that cancer I smell?

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My best friend M just friended this Sheep on Facebook.  His name is Alfie, and he helped diagnose his owner with breast cancer.  Apparently he kept head-butting her in the chest repetitively one day and she developed a large bruise, which turned into a lump.  She (the owner, not the sheep) went in to get the lump examined and they found breast cancer.  To read more about the story, click here: My pet sheep saved my life

You can also friend or fan him on Facebook too, if you are so inclined (just search for Alfie Purl)

Well since most of us don’t have a cancer sniffing sheep, please remember to check yourself or better yet have someone you love check for you!

 


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21
Jun

The clapper

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I finally took initiative and called by-law on my next-door neighbour.  Normally I’m not such a complainer but he has been driving me mad!  He hammers on his shed a certain number of times and then returns into the house.  When I say hammer, he pounds it like 10 times repetitively, and the sound echoes throughout all of the backyards.  He does this no matter what time of day it is.  So when he started again at 1am I had had enough.  I haven’t heard him do it at all today.  G’s plan was to engineer a clapper MacGyver’d to an air-horn so every time he banged the horn would sound, I’m not sure that would help matters but it would have been funny to see his expression the first time he hit it! 


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Jun

Father’s day message

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A friend posted this article on Facebook.  I thought it was awesome and well said.

A father\’s day wish: Dads, wake the hell up!


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