Cancer is an annoyance nipping at my heels, an incessant awareness that cannot be ignored. It inconveniently demands attention mid-stride causing me to trip and stumble. Given attention, it's grip slowly releases only to strike again. Without attention, it bites harder tearing past my protective clothing daring to devour my very soul. Some claim to be skilled enough to temper and train it. We enter basic obedience and though unruly, it starts to respond well. The trainer turns away to work with another. Distracted, forgetting its presence, my attention drifts elsewhere. I notice others with their companions, daydream of blue skies and cool waters at a distant oasis, and witness black balloons floating up to heaven. Sudden recognition jolts me as it snaps at my heel. I struggle to regain balance. Sympathetic onlookers, friends, and family provide advice, encouragement, and offer to shelter it for me, but I cannot give it away or rehome it. Even if it were possible to do so, it wou...
Yesterday I felt more like myself than I have in weeks. I felt playful, loving, and kind. I greeted people and spoke with them heart to heart, shared my testimony in class, and genuinely felt happy. One of our Sister missionaries reached out to me with so much love and told me that their companionship was fasting for me. I had some Sister phone time, craft planning. I coughed a bit, but didn't nap all day. I felt the Holy Spirit near me, calming my anxiety. It was a chilly but beautiful day. This afternoon is the PET Scan. My 3rd over the course of the years of breast cancer. My insurance is reluctant to approve them, but we certainly have justification beyond CT with the malignant fluid around my heart that occurred last month. I have been jittery, not about the procedure but the anticipation of results. Will it accurately reflect progression? Will it lead to treatment planning? Will it reveal a course to follow or a timeline consistent with miracles...
The young girl in me loves a good horse story. The adolescent in me is inspired by girl power stories. The mother in me longs to see persons with disabilities portrayed the same as any other character role in a movie. Trifecta - Ride Like A Girl Netflix
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