Hello Fellow Travelers!
I am going to address a theory I've long held: Neuro cancer ( or any type, for that matter) is a harbinger of death! Usually. I beat the bejeezus out of brain cancer. It's gone (thank you H.A.!) I refuse to accept the idea that I will be affected permanently by anything negative. I finished a schedule detailing my hourly, plan of attack for full recovery. Spoiler Alert: My plan involves a lot of physical therapy.
The PS recently gave me a very useful home elliptical machine that has enhanced my strength and hopefully speeds up this process of recovery. What's also so great about this, is that I can go as long as I want, and spend my time at the gym working on walking, on my core.
I tell some of my doctors that I'm the "Patient of the Future" and they laugh, but it's true! And getting truer! I'm younger, more physical and will live longer than my predecessors-in-cancer. If I have a hope in hell of recovering it will all have to come from me! So I'll work even harder, starve more, write faster, whatever I need to do!
Remember that dude who sold used cars in Southern California? Cal Worthington? He'd stand on his head to make a deal. Well, I'd stand on my head to walk again if I could, which I can't. Maybe someone could staple me to wall or something.
I saw an advertisement recently for The American Cancer Society whose mission seems to be: cracking the code of cancer. And I have no doubt they will, sooner than later.
Until they do, however, I will be one of a huge wave of new survivors - I'm lucky to be alive and despite possessing several not-so-fun disabilities, I've never felt so great! I did some research and there are millions of cancer survivors throughout the world! What's really "new" is that for me and thousands of others is that surviving is no longer the "end game"; it's just the beginning or possibly the middle.
Why am I soooo lighthearted? I once read somewhere that to lose weight, models are always hungry, and they stay that way. In my neverending quest for enlightenment; (get it? I said enlightenment because I'm getting lighter! OK, it's pretty lame.) I currently rely on my PS to help me get around so weighing as little as possible makes his life a little easier (although it doesn't stop him from making far too many annoying Orca jokes!) I continue to lose weight and I'm always hungry! I'm too uncoordinated to eat desserts but that doesn't stop me from thinking about them,
I am going to address a theory I've long held: Neuro cancer ( or any type, for that matter) is a harbinger of death! Usually. I beat the bejeezus out of brain cancer. It's gone (thank you H.A.!) I refuse to accept the idea that I will be affected permanently by anything negative. I finished a schedule detailing my hourly, plan of attack for full recovery. Spoiler Alert: My plan involves a lot of physical therapy.
The PS recently gave me a very useful home elliptical machine that has enhanced my strength and hopefully speeds up this process of recovery. What's also so great about this, is that I can go as long as I want, and spend my time at the gym working on walking, on my core.
I tell some of my doctors that I'm the "Patient of the Future" and they laugh, but it's true! And getting truer! I'm younger, more physical and will live longer than my predecessors-in-cancer. If I have a hope in hell of recovering it will all have to come from me! So I'll work even harder, starve more, write faster, whatever I need to do!
Remember that dude who sold used cars in Southern California? Cal Worthington? He'd stand on his head to make a deal. Well, I'd stand on my head to walk again if I could, which I can't. Maybe someone could staple me to wall or something.
I saw an advertisement recently for The American Cancer Society whose mission seems to be: cracking the code of cancer. And I have no doubt they will, sooner than later.
Until they do, however, I will be one of a huge wave of new survivors - I'm lucky to be alive and despite possessing several not-so-fun disabilities, I've never felt so great! I did some research and there are millions of cancer survivors throughout the world! What's really "new" is that for me and thousands of others is that surviving is no longer the "end game"; it's just the beginning or possibly the middle.
Why am I soooo lighthearted? I once read somewhere that to lose weight, models are always hungry, and they stay that way. In my neverending quest for enlightenment; (get it? I said enlightenment because I'm getting lighter! OK, it's pretty lame.) I currently rely on my PS to help me get around so weighing as little as possible makes his life a little easier (although it doesn't stop him from making far too many annoying Orca jokes!) I continue to lose weight and I'm always hungry! I'm too uncoordinated to eat desserts but that doesn't stop me from thinking about them,
You write so well, somewhere in your activities, willpower, and future
ReplyDeletestem cell therapy or such, a means to reattach the neural connections
will be possible, these are medical revolutionary times. I'm hoping my friend's
CTL (Cell Therapy Ltd, based in Wales) initial Public Offering soon will be a success...