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
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
Once the operation was over, I was foisted back onto the cancer waiting list. This time it was for radiation treatments.
When the cancer mill starting turning again for me, my first appointment was meeting the radiation oncologist, Dr. C. She was going to determine how long and how much radiation my poor breast would receive. I had read in the literature that additional treatments in the form of supplements may also be required. I had decided that I was not going to take any chemical substances, some of which had brutal side effects. I was going to try a more natural approach. I noted it on the forms I filled in for Dr. C. Continue reading
After the Big C diagnosis, I moved into the no man’s land where time is not your own. It’s like being a child again and having mom and dad scheduling your day. The difference is you’re not being scheduled for fun stuff.
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
