Baldies' Blog began originally in the UK by a 26 year old journalist with a blood cancer on a mission to inform the world about bone marrow donation.

He has since died, and I took on the cause of making cancer care more transparent for everybody.

Cancer is a disease that will touch everybody through diagnosis or affiliation: 1 in 2 men will be diagnosed and 1 in 3 woman will hear those words, "You Have Cancer."

I invite you to read how I feel along my journey and
how I am continuing to live a full life alongside my Hodgkin's lymphoma, with me controlling my cancer, not my cancer controlling me.

I hope that "Baldies' Blog" will prepare you to handle whatever life sends you, but especially if it's the message, "You Have Cancer."

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Monday, January 24, 2011

I hate bad winters. 

Winter knows and it hates me too. 

The probems started along with the snowfall extravaganzaa that still shows no sign of stopping. 

Tuesday came and I fell going to start my car on the sheet of ice formerly known as my stairs. 

I fell again stepping off the stairs on Thursday. I stepped into knee deep snow, rolling my ankle and collapsing into the bitter wetness. 

Wearing knee high boots is not all fashion. It's to keep the snow out off of your feet. 

At that point I'd had it. The weather had declared war on me and I was going to fight back. 

I had x try to shovel the stairs but it was too late. I had to call J, who's been working obsessively, to shovel and salt. 

Then, on my Friday morning, after I dropped the kids off at school,  I was driven off the road by a kamikaze plow truck. 

Everybody who stopped to help treated my like a stupid woman driver (Do you have 4-wheel drive? Is it on?). 

I Tried pointing to the plow mark halfway through my lane but no one cared. It took dad, pat, a truck and a winch to get me out. 

Then following morning, in my frenzied attempt to escape my cabin fever, I drove to my parent's without unfreezing the windshield (either inside or out), misjudged the turn and drove right into the snow getting me stuck for the 2nd time. 

Again, my parents and x came to my rescue with shovels and muscles. 

I'm feeling better today (even though it's -12) after our escape to Natick and the mall. 

I had to get away, far away, to a landscape I rarely see. The halls are like catwalks there with a strict legging knee boot dress code. I finally got some shopping out of my system (full outfits for under $80, I love the post christmas sales), but you woldnt believe how disrespectful and rude people can be to a young woman in a wheelchair. 

That's a whole other post. Today, I'm off to chemo. 

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