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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

War of The Roses


Well, it seems that the X factor has won this fight. It literally and figuratively knocked the $%@+ out of me and this week has been nothing --in the immortal words of one Colonel Sherman Potter-- but H-E-double hockey sticks. This coming Thursday I will meet with my oncologist to discuss other options instead of trying a lower dose of the Xeloda because it appears I'm one of the few who cannot tolerate it. What awaits makes me cringe and I refuse at the moment to look back at my notes to figure it out.

I met with an integrative cancer specialist Kelly Ann Turner who stressed, amongst other things, the importance of finding joy, laughter and calm in my life. This all sounds so trite, but really, do we all stop to smell the roses every day? I think most of us in a harried city such as NYC just walk past them. Part of what does bring me happiness is writing so you might be getting more frequent boob blog updates. 

Pause. 

Phone rings. 

Do I dare engage "Skytel Paging?"

I do.

Hi,  this is whomever from the Breast Cancer Advocacy Program and, ...Yes, I know who you are, I am a survivor, and I'm going through a rough time.... Yes, ma'am, I know how you feel, but.... But whomever, thanks for calling, I already donate*--....Yes, um, ma'am, .....Good night, Whomever....

It's these trivial things which will clutter your inbox even more now. But it's part of the cure, ok? 

People, try and find some time to laugh every day. It really does help the immune system. We are walking around with the weight of the world on our shoulders. Most of us, anyway. Those flowers, they're life. Check them out. They're there to remind us that there is beauty on this planet.  You can try and fight it, but why bother? And hey, it's free therapy!

I'm trying to keep a stiff upper lip, and as always--here comes another trite saying--your thoughts, prayers, outreach, have all been healing and so appreciated. I've never felt so low in my life, but love, love, love, love is all you need.

I will keep you posted about my next visit and what's to follow. 

With Love and Joy and all that other stuff....

LizB.

PS If Skytel calls you, don't say I didn't warn you!
*I don't. I don't trust these groups calling me.

PPS Just after I closed the computer, I opened two birthday cards and had to share them with you. I can't help but think there's a real theme here!! (And bless Whitney's heart for whiting out a Mother's Day card. Only SHE can do that with class.



3 comments:

  1. If I can find a single rose growing in this burg, I promise to stop and smell it. In the meantime, I'll fill the void by stopping to smell the pretzel and honey-roasted peanut carts. You can also be assured that I will stop to smell Gray's Papaya whenever I get a chance.

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  2. saw an interesting article that is in the theme of stop and smell the roses - will share with u on fb. xoxoxo kimmy

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  3. Getting rid of a piano for an 8-track player is the best medicine (LAUGHTER). Your Dad clearly sounds like the Barry Gordy type. Liz, glad you have taken to the world wide web in sharing your stories for the "cancer strong". I walk among you. Hugs and kisses.

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