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Anyone who has followed my blog knows how I bounce back from just about everything.
One exception being the death of a parent. That drags on.
Anyone who has followed my blog knows how I bounce back from just about everything.
One exception being the death of a parent. That drags on.
At this point let me just say that there were times during the last 7ish years when I wanted to run screaming into the woods. Right?
Having cancer, from my point-of-view, is like being on an old-fashioned roller coaster. The wooden kind that just went up, up, up and then plummeted down, G-forces being the only thrill element. You have faith it will go back up.
But it WILL clank to a stop. And that's when you get out the ignored Advance Directive paperwork. Let friends and family know. And then, as was my case, you are told a new treatment has appeared on the horizon. Then you call back friends and family. Stuff the Advanced Directive back in the folder.
And on I go again.
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| #11 - scary Portland bridges. Scarier when doing chemo. |
Having cancer, from my point-of-view, is like being on an old-fashioned roller coaster. The wooden kind that just went up, up, up and then plummeted down, G-forces being the only thrill element. You have faith it will go back up.
But it WILL clank to a stop. And that's when you get out the ignored Advance Directive paperwork. Let friends and family know. And then, as was my case, you are told a new treatment has appeared on the horizon. Then you call back friends and family. Stuff the Advanced Directive back in the folder.
And on I go again.








































