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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Thursday, February 17, 2011

Oh, The Irony

Two hundred seventy four miles, that's what yesterday traveled today. 

I could've gone to Montreal and spent the day in a different country.

I could have been in Manhattan lounging with my girlfriends. 

Instead I spent the 6 hours in the car for health care headed to Mass. Eye and Ear. 

Who wants to travel that far with out a vacation at the end? 

Instead it's needles, blood draws, poking, prodding, undressing. 


Well, in a different situation, the poking, prodding and undressing could be fun, but 274 miles is out of my booty call range.

I just roll over in bed.

To add insult to injury, I finally succumbed and sent my car to the garage yesterday morning.

Both Jon and Dad had driven it and announced it was in severe need of a check-up. I was in adamant denial my wheel wells were dirty and needed cleaning, like every year before.

I sent it in for the whole 31 point check: brakes (will survive), bearings (needed to be fixed), a tail light change, new windshield wipers, and finally new tires! 

After months, I finally decided to ride safe. I purchased my tires. The boots are on.

I bought them only to drive past Tire Warehouse afterwards and see a sign boasting buy 2 get 2 free. 

IT had appeared between when I headed to Boston at 9:30, ordered the tires, and returned at 3pm. 

Oh, the irony. 

I'm not ragging on my guys. I love Lambert's Auto in Claremont. I called and they had me in the next day. They had my car fixed while I was in an appt. They treat me like family. 

But still, its the irony. Ugh.

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