What a Whirlwind!
My dear friends, I haven’t forgotten you.
It’s just that life has been a bit of a whirlwind the past couple of weeks ALL of my own doing.
High points are that I’ve sold my house, moving to a new one, having to sort through 20 years of married – life crap, pack what’s left – all in 2 months. Continue reading
I call the place I live the damp coast for a reason. It rains. A lot.
Winter is wet, Spring is wet. June is wet. We like to call it June-uary.
Normally our summers start in July, if we’re lucky. August can be dodgy; September and October are cool but usually lovely. I remember one November where it rained for 20 days solid.
But this year the sun started shining in April. And it hasn’t stopped since.
Something has changed. This year we are having an endless summer. Continue reading
Dreams Road Sign
You ask me what’s my pleasure,
A movie or a measure.
I’ll have a cup of tea
And tell you of my dreamin’
Dreamin’ is free.
Blondie (Dreamin’)
When I think of all the dreams I’ve had over the years, I wonder why some came true, some didn’t and some didn’t quite turn out the way I wanted. Continue reading
Here’s a glorious quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson about starting each day fresh, with a clean slate.
“Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.
Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense. Continue reading
Once the cancer was gone, how could I remove it from my mind?
The cancer agency is an all encompassing body which decides each step for a patient. There’s usually a flurry of activity and then you wait until there’s a spot for you. Apparently cancer is a huge business. I was informed that the local cancer agency made about $200,000 off my treatment. None of which went into patient well-being that I could see. All services that helped patients deal with the mental onslaught of cancer were provided by volunteers.
And onslaught it is. There were times I felt bullied by the medical staff, made to feel afraid. Afraid of making my own decisions about how may body was going to be treated. Afraid of going against what the doctors recommended. I was made to feel that if I went against the norm, I was doing so at my own peril. Continue reading
And what a glorious day it is. I love birthdays and I love celebrating them. I just don’t understand people who don’t.
The weather on the damp coast is uncharacteristically sunny and warm. The birds are singing, the neighbours chickens are clucking.
The beautiful weather means that the strawberries, my favourite, are ready 2 weeks early and are beautifully red and sweet. And I can walk to a new boulangerie in my neighbourhood for a fresh croissant.
Does it get better than this?!?!? (Cue the happy dance!)
Cancer has entered my life, twice. The second time with cancer was very traumatic. I explored many avenues to heal myself, both mentally and physically. I wanted to make sure that my second round with cancer would be the final one.
My naturopath told me that my lung meridian was holding an enormous amount of sadness. Unloading the sadness would elevate my body to the next healthier level. He thought it could be related to my second go round with the big C, breast cancer.
So, with wasband now history, and myself moving into a more positive phase in life, it would be worth unloading some more baggage. It is time to write about my big C, take 2. Continue reading
Some things are not good the second time around. Cancer is one of them.
April, on the Damp Coast, is cancer month. So for the whole month of April there are events, fund raisers, people begging for money on behalf of all things related to cancer. For me, it’s very irritating. I understand the need for people to try to do something about a disease that makes people feel completely helpless. But my experience is that it seems all the money collected doesn’t always make it down to the patient level.
