Went to see the Oncologist. He comes highly recommended. He sent the examples of my tumors off to see if they are a match for the treatment he wants to use. If they do match, it will take about 8 weeks of treatment to see if they are responding. It is possible that the tumors could go away altogether. Without any treatment at all, I would have 3 to 6 months to live. With treatment, I would have three years and indefinitely.
I'm keeping on top of my pain meds. Getting a little tired. I'll try having something for the newsfeed soon. It all depends on strength.
If I have been silent for the last week, it is because I have been in the hospital. The reason for my stay in hospital has taken me a while to get my feathers wrapped around. I have been diagnosed with pancreas and liver cancer. The final prognosis will come when I see the oncologist after Christmas. He will study the biopsy results and tell me what kind of cancers are present. Since I spoke to my first Doctor, I could tell in her voice what the most likely outcome would be, that I would be dead sooner rather than later. I have no illusions about the outcome. I know that these cancers are killers and that my worst days are to come. I am taking one day at a time. Yesterday, as I took my dog out, a flock of Canadian geese honked in their formation directly over my head. I bid them farewell and said I would be joining them soon. Maybe they were letting me know that they are waiting for my arrival. I know it all sounds rather silly, but I have given myself the license to be silly if I wish.
I will keep you all posted as long as I am able. Until then, think of me, as I think of the many of you who are dealing with life issues of your own. For those of you who suffer, I am very sorry for your pain. This is not a signoff note, but only an update. Speak to you all soon. Have a wonderful Christmas.
There is one thing you can say about being a part of the Wdc writing community; you can find out about the blessings, trials, and tribulations that your fellow writers are experiencing. Whether it is an upcoming Doctors appointment or the recent loss of a loved one, you are blessed to share the good, the bad, and the ugly. Of course, there is nothing wrong with that. It is a very positive thing that people feel comfortable enough to open a window into their private lives. Some may choose to keep those private things held close to the vest. That is their privilege, and it should always be respected.
We are enjoying the time of year when most people like to hear about the beauty and joy of life. On the other hand, there are those of us who may be going through rough patches and having a difficult time watching the celebrations around them. At this particular time, you may not feel all that great, I know I don’t. I’ll be going to the doctor soon to find out why. I will do my best to push through, rather than bring everybody down with me.
I sincerely pray that we can make it through the holidays with as much positivity as possible. I remember I used to take shots at all the butterflies and rainbows that inundated Wdc. I realize now that such things are just what we need when the body and mind are spent, and feel like giving up.
Treat yourself or someone else to something special. Make this season count in the way it was meant to.
Well, how is that working out for you? Is your weather frightful? I can say with a certain annoyance, that our weather down in South Louisiana is anything but frightful. I think I remember Steven saying the other day that it was like summer where he was. I believe, if things continue as they are, that down here we may skip winter altogether. Can you imagine it being 79 degrees in the middle of December? I could see that if I lived in California, but I don’t.
If you live in the North, you may have issues with the cold. You may wish it was just a tad warmer. I want you to bite your tongue if you even say that to yourself. Just throw another log on the fire and remember that it is December. And, send a dip of at least 20 degrees if you can spare it.
Of course, this is the time of year when Christmas always seems to be part of the conversation, nearly any conversation. However, it would do everyone some good to understand what they are celebrating, a pagan celebration to be exact.
Surely, we must understand that Jesus was not born on December 25th. The shepherds were not in the fields watching their flocks by night; the sheep weren't in the fields in December. And, I note this just in passing, baby Jesus was not shivering in the cold like some Christmas songs would have us believe.
Now, don’t get your panties in a twist. I love the Christmas season. It can be a very festive and fun time of year. All I am saying is that we should understand we are celebrating a tradition and not a historical fact. The celebration has gone through more changes than Katie Perry’s hair color. We have finally arrived at where we are today, at least in the U.S.
So, have fun and enjoy friends and family. Just keep in mind that there is a lot more to Christmas than meets the eye.
I am always reminded of a precious memory on cold and frosty mornings. Let me tell you a little story of one such morning in my young life that still means a lot to me.
When we were teenagers, my compadres and I always waited with great anticipation for the beginning of the hunting season. We only hunted small game, squirrels, and rabbits. The size of the game didn’t have any effect on the degree of our excitement. I didn’t have a car at this time, so one of my companions would usually use his old family car for our hunting trips.
I forget the particular month, but it was unusually cold, and the frost was heavy on the ground. Like so many youths, the cold didn’t hamper our plans in the least. Our adrenalin alone would have made us somewhat impervious to the freezing temperatures. In any case, I was waiting on my front stoop with my gear. It was still dark. I got up and began to walk around in the front yard, the frost crunching under my feet. Then I began to hear a distant sound that seemed to be coming from high in the starry sky. It was the sound of honking geese. I couldn’t see them, but I knew they were passing just beyond me. As I looked up and carefully listened, their calling to each other became very distinct. For a short moment, I could only imagine what they were seeing on their path through the freezing predawn sky. It was a distant and haunting sound that I have never forgotten. I had been raised in the city and had never even seen a Canadian goose, but I knew what they were.
These days, I live just outside of the city and see the beautiful geese fly by quite often. Whenever I am blessed to see them flying in their formations, I most often shout to them, bonjour mes amis.
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