What a huge relief.
I successfully conquered Pink Pint Night with my very first Cancervivor Art's jewelry show.
It was an experience.
It stressed me out and exhausted me, but I did love the chance to socialize, especially with Jen English, who coordinates these with Clarke Distributers and Faith, the Found of Monadnock Woman's Network.
I'm so lucky to be among all these fabulous strong woman.
But it's exhausting.
Why do I do it? Why burn the candle at both ends?
I'm feeling desperate. I'm feeling broke. This is all adding to my stress and anxiety.
Stress and anxiety makes me sick, literally ill.
It's also been proven in mice that those given an option to remedy a helpless situation overcome their cancer more often than a helpless group or even those with no obstacles.
Don't believe me, Just read "The Anti-Cancer," my personal treatment manual.
People probably think I'm crazy for launching into Cancervivor Arts, but I'm trying to find a way to enjoy the time I have. Other countries do not have this problem where they need to pick between their family experience and their health, but we do. I'm doing my best to have it all even though it could kill me.
My road needed to be sanded since it became an ice skating rink.
My car is in the shop in need of new tires (I couldn't safely forego those anymore), a check of the breaks and wheel well, a new tail light, and windshield wipers.
I have to pay a housekeeper since germs could kill me but the cleaning supplies send me into respiratory distress.
I'm scared and becoming desperate regarding the legislation attempting to repeal the healthcare protection I had.
But I still want to do all the things I've dreamed of with my family.
Thanks so much for looking and supporting me during this time.
I'm off to see Dr. Dana in Boston NOW.
I'll have chemo at DHMC tomorrow.
Then I have scheduled in some relaxing recovery time.
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