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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger


APRIL 16-24, Monday-Wednesday, 2012

Many tests were done. Many days went by. Through it all were my parents and Chico, of course.[I know, you’re thinking ‘who is Chico??”] Many people gave me stuffed animals. One was a lion I named Chico. He reminded me of strength and courage, from God. [I still have the lion]. Chico was with me every step of the way. Every procedure and adventure I had.


One of the repeated tests was a Spinal tap. Which I argued with my Neurologist not to have it.[if you haven’t had one…don’t. it’s very painful. Spinal fluid drips verrrry slooooow, like molasses. While you wait there’s a needle in your spine to concentrate on]. I had a cap on [to cover the bad hair days]. You know ‘life is good’ wear. Mine said that. [hmmm, the last thing I bought with my mother. I remember she was looking for one for my father]. My Neurologist found the hat to be cute and funny. I put up such a big stink about the test he called my Oncologist to talk to me that it important to have it done. I had it done.
MRI’S, CAT SCAN’S, SPINAL TAP’S, X-RAY’S, a test involving a needle and my ovaries. [can you say…ouch!!], my first mammogram. I could hardly stand, at that point. My shaking was noticeable. My voice started sounding funny [I thought]. The Dr.s said my voice sounded fine. I think it was then my head started to go back and forth [as if stuck in the ‘no’ position], THAT drove my Mother nuts.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

THE FIRST WILL BE LAST, THE MEEK WILL BE STRONG, DOES ANYBODDY KNOW WHO IS RIGHT AND WHO IS WRONG?


APRIL 10, TUESDAY, 2012

To make a long story, longer….I was admitted [NO, NOT COM-MITTED]. I felt like I had been rolled over with a steam roller. I was nauseous and wished they would hurry up, find what was wrong, fix it, and I could get back to my so called life. [it sucked, but, I liked it. It was MY life.] HIND SIGHT: I miss those sucky-times... I was there [I don’t remember] for maybe a week? Five days? I had two doctors. One Oncologist and one Neurologist. They repeated all the tests I had before and added a few to the mix.

There were many relatives and friends that visited. even relatives from far away. I thought, well, ask myself “what? Am I gonna die? What’s with all these people?!” [At some point the doctors told my parents, I was going to die. They should sell my car and buy a burial plot]. That’s exactly what my father did. Even when I asked them, flat out-[to the point-directly], everyone said “no, you’re not going to die”. My mother’s best friend said to both of them, “DO NOT TELL HER THAT. I don’t believe that.” They were both upset, crying.