Sharing With Tough Minded Friends With Great Balls Of Fire!

"Happily married." Now that's a novelty Ms. Santa Fe! Read about MY Inspiration.

Um - gonna check on the prune thing. Not a clue about IGF-1 - Has never been mentioned to me in my entire life, via any of my tests and blood work over the past several years of treatment and "follow-up" appointments. Nada!

I think I "got" things figured out here. A real personal revelation. My doctors know how to tell me exactly how much I weigh when I ask, because they now have digital scales, and I don't have one.

They can tell me that I have cancer, what stage, what size the tumor, treatment options, tell me to do the chemo thing or I will die, (should I say imply)? the mastectomy or I will die, insist on adjuvant medications if estrogen positive or I'm in trouble, (however I have to tell THEM about the side effects cuz they DON'T know, they may suggest a surgeon to saw off a not so perky boobie or two (sorry gentlemen), even give me some odds of surviving based on "stats" LOL!, And a bunch of other stuff that I don't give a shit about; yet they cannot tell me how I got the breast cancer. But I can tell them that I absolutely KNOW how I got it, and they REFUSE to acknowledge what's been scientifically proven in ALL of the studies. They will not even consider the "probability." Not my doctors!Seven years on HRT I was given when I didn't have one single symptom of menopause. And not catching the tumor on a yearly mammo. I am the first and only person in my entire family in generations who has been diagnosed with any cancer. And two times!

I found the first 5cm F@@@ER (lovely) at 10:00 P.M. on a Friday night, soaking in a bubble bath. I just KNEW! And it was Friday. Very long week-end. Back-up. Yikes - did GRANDmother say the F word? Please don't kick me off the site. It's just that the word really expresses intensity of emotion; that's all. "Darn thing", just "don't do it."

But in all fairness, the doctors do tell me on a "routine" basis that neither cancer has come back "yet." Whoops, the doctor did tell me I had stage-four head and neck cancer in 2005 and that it wasn't related to the breast cancer. NO! Wait, I'm wrong. The doctor didn't tell me. I stormed into his office without an appointment and TOLD HIM, yelled it out as the blood secreted my throat. "I have base of the tongue cancer DOCTOR Y." Biopsy confirmed it. Know where I found out? Dr. Google! And I wasn't even sent a bill.

Thanks again sweet Santa Fe. I trust you a lot, and another member DBM. You're both somehow calling the plays in this game I'm in and I know how to win with really good coaches! Life is a game. It just is. And it's fun too. You win. You lose. You tie. It's a good game to be in. Never a dull moment. Even when it's dull, it helps serve as a reminder to get out of the "dull-drums." How else; without the comparison? How would we ever know it's a beautiful day unless we have known the bitter cold of winter?

So happy with my coaches on this site. Hey; some trivia that only I care about. I was the first female soccer coach in the league here. Coached my son for nine years. All but two undefeated seasons, second place in the two losses. And 14 games without the other team scoring a single goal - via my defense strategy. Kept all great players in back field and used only one striker to get us one goal; sometimes several. The other coaches hated me. Well, too strong a word. No. Well yeah. They hated me. LOLOLOL. (Laughing Out Loud). Oh those were the happiest days of my life.

Whew! Feel so much better now. Where was I? Prunes. Yes. Need to find out about my future relationship with prunes.

Let's go geddum girls.

"On the day I was born
The nurses all gathered 'round.
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found

The head nurse spoke up
And she said leave this one alone
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone

Bad to the bone Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad B-B-B-B-
Bad Bad to the bone."

-----George Thorogood