I know that most readers of our blog must be wondering, what is going on day-to-day. We used to write so much. And we used to have so many comments on our daily blogs. We do appreciate your comments as it does inspire more writing. However, we, My Polar Bear and I have been very busy. Still having to go to what seems to be weekly Doctors appointments along with daily radiation treatments, and still researching reconstructive surgeries for the future, we are occupied with so much. We are also very involved with so many other things that has been part of this ever-growing journey through cancer and all its in-depth, intense, inspiring, and amazing aspects. We are planning, daily, for our first “Cancer Awareness Fundraiser” this next Sunday October 23rd. It has been an amazing journey just watching all of the details unfold.
However, as a I move through this part of our journey, an ordinary day might look like this. I wake up at 5:45 hit the snooze twice because I am now on my 6th week of radiation and this routine. I am pooped. But I finally get up at 6:00. ( I am usually in bed by 8:00 P.M.) I pour the coffee and get ready. I proceed to put prosthesis on and bangs on and beanies. It is a procedure that takes a toll on you mentally. I head down the freeway where I watch the other side of the freeway crawl at a snail’s pace. I get to the radiation office, wait quietly in the waiting room as Parmis, the radiation therapist prepares the machine. When she calls me into the big room with the massive machine I then strip down all that I have just put on that morning to leave the house and I lay on the hard platform. For the 23rd time I lay there shivering from the cold metal and morning coolness, (as much as Parmis warms the place , it is still a bit cool). We usually have small talk, but this morning we are discussing the horrible shooting that took place in Long Beach at a local salon. Nine people gunned down, one survived. Ten people escaped the bloody massacre, but 8 people lost their lives including the salon owner. Twenty years in business, the salon owner was the first to be shot down, his client ran to the bathroom as he tried to talk the gun man from doing his horrible act of vengeance toward his ex-wife and all of the employees of the local , very loved salon. I lay there as this massive machine zaps me, questioning what has this world come to. This can’t be an ordinary day. It seems different, but I keep wondering if the world is getting more crazy, Then as I leave, I knew I was going to see Rita for the last time at the radiation office. It was her last radiation treatment. I know Rita’s journey and have become very close to her, so I will miss her greatly. I spend a few precious moments with her as I know I won’t get that amazing time with her again. I ask her once again how the rest of the women in her family are doing as the story is grim. Her granddaughter, who is in her 20′s, is living her last days. She has only a few weeks as she has been fighting breast cancer that has spread to her brain and other parts of her body. They found it too late and now just trying to keep her comfortable. Her daughter is also fighting breast cancer as is Rita, Mom and Grandma to the two suffering. Rita’s daughter’s cancer is spreading up her spine. Again at a stage where the fight to live is exhausting. Rita is doing amazing. She is a fighter. This wonderful family has the mutated gene which I am so familiar with now. My heart breaks for Rita. I hug her, hold her and cry with her. Then I head to work where I put on the life that The Lord has given me for the day and thank Him for getting me through the battle of the morning. I am grateful that I am in an amazing place at work. I love the new salon and the people who work there. I am grateful that I am on the mend in so many ways. I am so blessed to know that my family wont be having to go through cancer because of the preventative things that are being done. I am very happy that though the battle has been tough at times, That my ordinary days are full of both tears and pain, as well as joy and laughter. We heard an amazing message this week-end on reaping and sewing. The message really hit home with David and I as we have come to realize past history in a family came to reap many years later. But we all have a chance to sow good not evil. Galatians 6:9. It is not always easy to keep on sowing good seeds. Seeds of help, finances, love, ect. It is hard sometimes, but it is worth it knowing I am affecting the generations to come. John 4:38. My Mother used to say “Chickens come home to roost”. We will reap what we sow. Sometimes we see bad people sow evil like the evil man who shot all those innocent people. I think God is looking for some good farmers. Seed planters…good seeds not bad seeds…. so that when the harvest comes, the good will reap blessings and joy. Psalm 126:5-6.
Okay let’s get out there and plant some seeds!