I'm starting this thread for bgarlock (posted in today's thread "ZOMEDA -AVOIDING JAW PROBLEMS" who starts by saying "I know this is suppose to be uplifting, but..."
Let's face it, cancer can be pretty funny or awe-some, as well as a downer. For myself, I see having this place to express ALL my emotions, all my concerns, as uplifting, sharing heart to heart with women who KNOW. (I find it all uplifting...).
And perhaps here we can share UPLIFTS. I've been known as a cockeyed optimist all my life. Some poor friends have been waiting for me to grow out of it, at 66, and now with ABC mets to bone and abdomen and etc. But for some reason I still feel the wonder and gratitude I was tossed into with the diagnosis of mets in 2006---suddenly bouyed (crazy, I know) with a sense of joy for getting more time on this earth, for being with people I love. (Don;t get me wrong, I've cried, too, and sat on the couch most recently in a haze for days learning my Femara has stopped working.)
When I got my mets dx, I think I fell in love with everybody, even the grocery clerk. Everybody has a story, if we will only ask and listen. I felt like Emily in OUR TOWN, looking around me knowing I'm here for only a day, life as an eyeblink, grateful for nature, animals (my cat, my silly parrot, our guide dogs), and for all of us vulnerable, scared, loving, mad, tired, faithful humans--most of us keep on keeping on, most of us do the best we can.
So for instance, funny: how I poured iced tea on my husband's shredded wheat last week. (A wonder I even assemble cold cereal for him these days)....my excuse, as always, Chemo Brain!
This thread doesn't mean to take away from our attention to our sadness, pains, or worries. But maybe it can be a small raft to carry us across rough waters? - Morgan




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