Hello Fellow Travelers!
Because I have a date scheduled to see my neurosurgeon, I feel the need to start doing a completely unscientific inventory of my many limitations and the corresponding deficiencies that have all presented themselves since 2011. I'm putting these "conditions" in no particular order. I am dizzy and imbalanced 24/7. This has the sum total effect of rendering me unable to fix anything, that I could easily repair myself in little time. Having double vision, still, makes it impossible to cook, clean, work, drive walk, eat, deal with hair or makeup in any meaningful way. My voice has left the building, I still am not sure why. The absence of my not-so-dulcet-tones permeating the region is not probably any loss to anyone but it's inconvenient as hell for me. I can't go anyplace without assistance, I breathe funny. I'm in pain all the time.
I had hoped to be one of those cool, cancer survivor women you see sometimes; they have very short hair and wear big pieces of jewelry. The thing about these women that really sets them apart, is how their faces look, like they were washed by fire. Like they saw something really bad, fought it and won! I really don't know if these ladies had cancer but they definitely had something! My point is that I'll never be one of those women (they seem to come from or are moving to Big Sur) they seem other-worldly and effortlessly perfect. I'm still in the "Feeling like I'm being assaulted every day" stage. This stage seems to go on forever and doesn't allow perfection. At the end of the day, you're just happy to be alive.
My hair looks great. It's the only part of me that isn't deteriorating. Apparently, the old axiom is true, "If you don't use it you'll lose it!" Of course hair is dead but who cares? Cancer patients have one rule that defines everything and puts everything in it's proper place. And the rule is this: There is Cancer and everything else without Cancer.
PS-Before I get jumped on, I do know it was Socrates who provided the saying about unexamined life, blah, blah, blah. I understand that Socrates was pretty jumpy himself. Or rather, the young Greek boys he hung out with were jumpy. I always get that confused, but someone was jumpy or getting jumped.
Because I have a date scheduled to see my neurosurgeon, I feel the need to start doing a completely unscientific inventory of my many limitations and the corresponding deficiencies that have all presented themselves since 2011. I'm putting these "conditions" in no particular order. I am dizzy and imbalanced 24/7. This has the sum total effect of rendering me unable to fix anything, that I could easily repair myself in little time. Having double vision, still, makes it impossible to cook, clean, work, drive walk, eat, deal with hair or makeup in any meaningful way. My voice has left the building, I still am not sure why. The absence of my not-so-dulcet-tones permeating the region is not probably any loss to anyone but it's inconvenient as hell for me. I can't go anyplace without assistance, I breathe funny. I'm in pain all the time.
I had hoped to be one of those cool, cancer survivor women you see sometimes; they have very short hair and wear big pieces of jewelry. The thing about these women that really sets them apart, is how their faces look, like they were washed by fire. Like they saw something really bad, fought it and won! I really don't know if these ladies had cancer but they definitely had something! My point is that I'll never be one of those women (they seem to come from or are moving to Big Sur) they seem other-worldly and effortlessly perfect. I'm still in the "Feeling like I'm being assaulted every day" stage. This stage seems to go on forever and doesn't allow perfection. At the end of the day, you're just happy to be alive.
My hair looks great. It's the only part of me that isn't deteriorating. Apparently, the old axiom is true, "If you don't use it you'll lose it!" Of course hair is dead but who cares? Cancer patients have one rule that defines everything and puts everything in it's proper place. And the rule is this: There is Cancer and everything else without Cancer.
PS-Before I get jumped on, I do know it was Socrates who provided the saying about unexamined life, blah, blah, blah. I understand that Socrates was pretty jumpy himself. Or rather, the young Greek boys he hung out with were jumpy. I always get that confused, but someone was jumpy or getting jumped.
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