Smiling, he came in . . .
This doctor is my hero.
He helped save my life.
So, it was the "big day" today. My oncology visit two years since my last cancer treatment (but still just a regular three-month check up). I arrived at the Big C place with no thoughts about problems - or praise. And, there were no problems. But, it was a different feel in the air compared to other visits.
Michelle, the nurse, made a point to tell me how pleased Dr. A is with my progress because I was such a "challenge." At first I wasn't sure if I should take that personally or what! haha. I was a GREAT patient according to them - I didn't gripe, I pushed on to the next chemo treatment even though he told me I could take a break because I was so weak. So, that wasn't it.
Next thing, Dr. A walks in the room and runs through the normal check list of stuff. He made a remark about the two year mark, and then he said, "your cancer was so aggressive, and I am just very pleased with your progress."
Umm . . . come again? I never realized it was such a challenging and aggressive tumor. And, thank goodness. I knew I was stage IIB, but I guess I had no comprehension what that meant.I would have tortured myself over it. Dr. A never let me do that. He is so great. But, still it was a little disconcerting to hear about it after the fact even. I just thank God that I am still cancer free. And, I thank God for Dr. A, my hero, who was smiling like a proud parent or something over my health today.
They were all pretty jazzed over me today, and that was a good feeling.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Why Is It So Surprising?
We know we will die.
Why is it so surprising
When the time arrives?
I'm not dying . . . just thinking about some people in my life who are ill and facing the end of their lives. It may not be surprising to them, but it is to me. But, it shouldn't be. But, it is all the same.
Why is it so surprising
When the time arrives?
I'm not dying . . . just thinking about some people in my life who are ill and facing the end of their lives. It may not be surprising to them, but it is to me. But, it shouldn't be. But, it is all the same.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Turtles Head to Nest
Twinkling stars shine down
Ocean winds sweep the sand dunes
Turtles head to nest
Ocean winds sweep the sand dunes
Turtles head to nest
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Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
An Unopened Gift
An unopened gift
Discarded like so much trash
Unrequited love
Discarded like so much trash
Unrequited love
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Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Laughter Chokes a Scream
Pain hidden by smiles
Scarred heart behind a brave face
Laughter chokes a scream
Scarred heart behind a brave face
Laughter chokes a scream
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Unbearable Hope
Unbearable hope . . .
That you would still care for me
In spite of the past
That you would still care for me
In spite of the past
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Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Alone with My Feelings
Sorrow held my hand
Disappointment embraced me
Alone with my feelings
just thinking about a depressing time in my life - someone I know is going through some similar stuff
Disappointment embraced me
Alone with my feelings
just thinking about a depressing time in my life - someone I know is going through some similar stuff
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Saturday, July 12, 2008
Mask
Fear flickered quickly
She smiled and a mask appeared
"My cancer is back"
For any friends reading this, this isn't about me. This is about a woman I spoke with at my Relay For Life training today. She was so positive and upbeat when talking about beating cancer. But as she told me about a new mass they found, her face changed momentarily. It was subtle yet profound. The smile she wore dropped a bit then came back with full force.
I have smiled that smile before. You are wigging out, but you don't want to see the "you're doomed" face from the other person, so you pump up the volume in your own face - a mask goes up. It's self defense as well as an act of sparing the person you are telling the bad news to.
She smiled and a mask appeared
"My cancer is back"
For any friends reading this, this isn't about me. This is about a woman I spoke with at my Relay For Life training today. She was so positive and upbeat when talking about beating cancer. But as she told me about a new mass they found, her face changed momentarily. It was subtle yet profound. The smile she wore dropped a bit then came back with full force.
I have smiled that smile before. You are wigging out, but you don't want to see the "you're doomed" face from the other person, so you pump up the volume in your own face - a mask goes up. It's self defense as well as an act of sparing the person you are telling the bad news to.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Please Pass the Paxil
Nervous and anxious
Heart-pounding pulse, sweaty hands
Please pass the Paxil
Just thinking about people with panic disorders . . . I have had a panic attack before, and it wasn't fun. It felt like having a heart attack or something. I couldn't imagine an entire life revolving around constant anxiety.
Heart-pounding pulse, sweaty hands
Please pass the Paxil
Just thinking about people with panic disorders . . . I have had a panic attack before, and it wasn't fun. It felt like having a heart attack or something. I couldn't imagine an entire life revolving around constant anxiety.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Heartbreaking Words
Such heartbreaking words,
"My dad has six months to live."
Daddy's girl hurting.
My friend emailed me this week that her father's cancer is back, and it is very serious. The doctors say he has six - eight months. Please say a prayer for her. Nobody is ready to lose a parent at any age, but mid 20s is still pretty early to experience this type of news.
"My dad has six months to live."
Daddy's girl hurting.
My friend emailed me this week that her father's cancer is back, and it is very serious. The doctors say he has six - eight months. Please say a prayer for her. Nobody is ready to lose a parent at any age, but mid 20s is still pretty early to experience this type of news.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
The Sound of Independence
Fireworks on the Fourth:
The sound of independence
Colors of freedom
The sound of independence
Colors of freedom
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Thursday, July 3, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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