My aunt came over the other day and dropped off a huge Rubbermaid container of Beanie Babies. One of them was Hope.
This bear has a history. I first bought it in 1998, because of my personal quote "Hope threads together the tattered fabric of life." The following year, my aunt Maxine became terminally ill with colon cancer, and I had sent Hope to her. When she died in 2000, Hope was sent off to my grandmother. When she died in 2001, she was given to my aunt Cathy. (Who's husband died of bladder cancer last year and is also a fellow cancer survivor.)
My husband jokes that the bear is cursed. I personally doubt it. People die. But Hope is certainly NOT lucky, that's for sure.
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Crazy Sexy F*CKIN' CANCER!!!!
Watching "Crazy Sexy Cancer" on the Discovery Channel. Apparently it's "survivor night." So, they are showing a bunch of documentaries about/by cancer survivors.
I don't know WHY the fuck I'm watching this. Seriously, all it is doing is making me seriously depressed. Remembering that I'm incurable. I realize, okay... I've been in remission for seven years. That's a long time. For most cancers, I'd be considered cured by now. But, I have NON Hodgkins lymphoma, which has been categorized as incurable.
Everyone I know with lymphoma has relapsed and died.
Every
single
one.
I'm all that's left of my little lymphoma clique.
So, I'm getting these feelings of guilt. **why am I the only one left?** And I'm feeling lonely. **obviously, because I'm the only one left** And I'm feeling anxious. **when will I relapse?**
I've done a good job of putting it to the back of my mind lately, having cancer. This is a huge deal for me. I used to introduce myself as "I'm AmandaIhavecancer." It took YEARS for me to stop doing that. To stop using cancer as my defining characteristic. I think a good chunk of that, is because I'm a mom now. I don't think my daughter is ever going to realize the lives she has already saved. And she's only two.
Tonight, the thoughts are coming back again. Mostly because I found a lump.
I first noticed it a couple of weeks ago in my arm pit. Sometimes these lumps will go away. But it hasn't yet.
I'm getting flashbacks from the summer of 2002. I had been finding lumps all over my body. My legs. My arms. My abdomen. My neck. Everywhere. And I was freaking out that I might have cancer. I said "lymphatic cancer." I had never heard of lymphoma. But I knew something was wrong with my lymphnodes. It took about seven months to be diagnosed and give that bitter/sweet "I told you so" to my parents, fiancee, and doctor. The only time I didn't like being right.
I'm dealing with it better this time around. But yeah... I should gain the courage to actually go to the doctor about it. I can't be like Chris in "Crazy Sexy Cancer" and go on a raw diet to cure my cancer.
I don't know WHY the fuck I'm watching this. Seriously, all it is doing is making me seriously depressed. Remembering that I'm incurable. I realize, okay... I've been in remission for seven years. That's a long time. For most cancers, I'd be considered cured by now. But, I have NON Hodgkins lymphoma, which has been categorized as incurable.
Everyone I know with lymphoma has relapsed and died.
Every
single
one.
I'm all that's left of my little lymphoma clique.
So, I'm getting these feelings of guilt. **why am I the only one left?** And I'm feeling lonely. **obviously, because I'm the only one left** And I'm feeling anxious. **when will I relapse?**
I've done a good job of putting it to the back of my mind lately, having cancer. This is a huge deal for me. I used to introduce myself as "I'm AmandaIhavecancer." It took YEARS for me to stop doing that. To stop using cancer as my defining characteristic. I think a good chunk of that, is because I'm a mom now. I don't think my daughter is ever going to realize the lives she has already saved. And she's only two.
Tonight, the thoughts are coming back again. Mostly because I found a lump.
I first noticed it a couple of weeks ago in my arm pit. Sometimes these lumps will go away. But it hasn't yet.
I'm getting flashbacks from the summer of 2002. I had been finding lumps all over my body. My legs. My arms. My abdomen. My neck. Everywhere. And I was freaking out that I might have cancer. I said "lymphatic cancer." I had never heard of lymphoma. But I knew something was wrong with my lymphnodes. It took about seven months to be diagnosed and give that bitter/sweet "I told you so" to my parents, fiancee, and doctor. The only time I didn't like being right.
I'm dealing with it better this time around. But yeah... I should gain the courage to actually go to the doctor about it. I can't be like Chris in "Crazy Sexy Cancer" and go on a raw diet to cure my cancer.
Monday, October 4, 2010
May We All Be Coffee Beans!
Finding that I need to repost this today. I hope it helps someone.
Found in the Orange Peel Gazette
You will probably never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up; She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on high fire. Soon, the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee." she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take and egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. It's outer shell protected it's liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, it's inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter, "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts will a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a break-up, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?
Found in the Orange Peel Gazette
You will probably never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up; She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on high fire. Soon, the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee." she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take and egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. It's outer shell protected it's liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, it's inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter, "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts will a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a break-up, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?
Seether
Seethingly jealous today. I hate being jealous. I wish I could just be happy for myself and everything that I've accomplished. Alas, I guess it's human nature.
I wish I was like so many of my other chemo buddies and didn't gain any weight from chemo. Maybe I'd have more energy now. More confidence, because I'd still weigh 120 lbs. Doubtful. Because I thought I was so fat even then.
I really wonder what my life would be like if I'd never had cancer.
It's dumb to think about those things. It's up there with "if I ever win the lotto" or "What would the world be like if Hitler LIVED?"
I'm sure it would be vastly different than my life now. But would that really be better? And does my life honestly suck? No.
We all can't be twenty years old forever. And Joan Rivers knows, we definitely can't look twenty forever.
On a good note, here's my Halloween costume for this year.
I wish I was like so many of my other chemo buddies and didn't gain any weight from chemo. Maybe I'd have more energy now. More confidence, because I'd still weigh 120 lbs. Doubtful. Because I thought I was so fat even then.
I really wonder what my life would be like if I'd never had cancer.
It's dumb to think about those things. It's up there with "if I ever win the lotto" or "What would the world be like if Hitler LIVED?"
I'm sure it would be vastly different than my life now. But would that really be better? And does my life honestly suck? No.
We all can't be twenty years old forever. And Joan Rivers knows, we definitely can't look twenty forever.
On a good note, here's my Halloween costume for this year.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
A Return
I have learned that blogging from a smartphone is "no bueno." I have, thankfully, found a way to use internet connection on said smartphone to allow laptop to connect to internet.
I have been having such a difficult time finding the time to blog. (One month between posts is unacceptable.) So, I am now going to blog before work, during lunch breaks... etc.
I recently made a Twitter post and I am waiting to see if anyone responds to it.
Am I the only person who is still bitter?
I seriously CAN'T be the only one here. You guys have gotta be angry about the big C. How it has effected your life.. taken people away from you... ruined your finances and shattered some dreams you had.
Will I EVER get over this? I mean, I HAVE gone through therapy... and I have my fellow Chemoturtles... but still. Its so raw.
Please comment below or tweet me @chemoturtles.
I need to know I am not alone.l
I have been having such a difficult time finding the time to blog. (One month between posts is unacceptable.) So, I am now going to blog before work, during lunch breaks... etc.
I recently made a Twitter post and I am waiting to see if anyone responds to it.
Am I the only person who is still bitter?
I seriously CAN'T be the only one here. You guys have gotta be angry about the big C. How it has effected your life.. taken people away from you... ruined your finances and shattered some dreams you had.
Will I EVER get over this? I mean, I HAVE gone through therapy... and I have my fellow Chemoturtles... but still. Its so raw.
Please comment below or tweet me @chemoturtles.
I need to know I am not alone.l
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Remembering...
Are cancer survivors any different from those who have battled a war? There is still that feeling of guilt that I have survived while others havent. I have that constant feeling of worry that my luck may run out. I still get flash backs from all that happened. I cant watch "My Sisters Keeper" without bawling my eyes out. (It Hit too close to home, having been in my early twenties when I was sick.) I get reminded often that the scars are still very very shallow and raw.
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Officially summer!!
YAH! It's the first day of July. The weatherman is giving me good news. Sunny all during my 3-day weekend. My goals for July are:
1.Minimum of two posts on chemoturtles.org a week.
2.Work every day this month.
3.Start a Chemoturtles.org forum for conversation-starters.
4.Find more book suggestions, articles about cancer, and search for more interesting cancer sites and share them with you!
I am also going to suggest something for this summer that my doctor is always raving to me about: a kindle. My doctor, God love him, just can't shut up about his. I love how small it is. I can just put it in my purse and go. With how quickly I go through books... I need one of these things. Another bonus: they are green. (No trees killed to make your book!)
1.Minimum of two posts on chemoturtles.org a week.
2.Work every day this month.
3.Start a Chemoturtles.org forum for conversation-starters.
4.Find more book suggestions, articles about cancer, and search for more interesting cancer sites and share them with you!
I am also going to suggest something for this summer that my doctor is always raving to me about: a kindle. My doctor, God love him, just can't shut up about his. I love how small it is. I can just put it in my purse and go. With how quickly I go through books... I need one of these things. Another bonus: they are green. (No trees killed to make your book!)
Suggestions for summer reading...
IF you are able to relax enough during chemo to actually read, I would suggest:
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Finding/Losing Faith After Cancer
I usually don't discuss religion with too many people. It's always a sore subject; regardless of your religion, or lack there of. But I recently had a conversation with a pastor that brought all these bad memories back to me.
I am one of those people who lost their faith after cancer.
No, it wasn't being angry with God for giving me cancer. It wasn't resentment. It was because of one little decision of a pastor that I had grown up with and grown to love.
My condition had been so grave when I was finally diagnosed, I was hospitalized for the next three weeks. (Driven from doctor's office, straight to hospital.) I asked my sister to call my pastor to come and see me. I was in desperate need of spiritual guidance and clinging to whatever hope I could find. I received a call from this paster the next day, at the hospital. As it turned out, she had changed churches. And I was not a member of her new church. She couldn't come to see me. She insisted I call the new pastor at my church, whom I didn't know. And she told me "You'll be just fine."
It was a couple of days later that I was officially diagnosed with non-hodgkins lymphoma. I was refusing treatment, until my father put it all on the table for me. I would, without a doubt, be dead by my 24th birthday if I didn't do chemo. (My birthday was only a month away.) Obviously, I'm alive now. I caved and went through chemo. Later got married, and now have a daughter. So the "my" pastor (Which she isn't anymore, as she isn't working for my church anymore.) was right. So, why did this brief conversation I had with her nearly eight years ago effect me so much?
My conversation with a new pastor at a church in another state helped me realize why. It was a couple of reasons. One, politics. Religion doesn't belong in politics. And politics doesn't belong in religion. Yet, for several millenia, they always go hand in hand. Which, I feel, defeats the true purpose of both. But that's a conversation better left to a sociology term paper.
Second, my pastor let me down. Not only was she the ONLY female pastor I had ever met. She was a young pastor. Sweet and charismatic, she had a knack with understanding the teenager. I do credit her for helping keep me out of trouble. But it was this little thing she announced to all of us the first day of confirmation class. She gave us all her phone number, and told us that if we were EVER in trouble, to call her. She didn't care what the trouble was. She would come and get us, no questions asked. We all got a freebie. I never used my freebie throughout my teen years. And when I wanted to claim my freebie at the age of 23... she didn't come.
I was quite surprised that this conversation with this new pastor got to me so much. I actually cried. All these aweful memories and feelings I'd held back for so long just came to surface. Maybe now, I'll be able to make peace with all this. Who knows. But at least I now know where all my resentment comes from.
I am one of those people who lost their faith after cancer.
No, it wasn't being angry with God for giving me cancer. It wasn't resentment. It was because of one little decision of a pastor that I had grown up with and grown to love.
My condition had been so grave when I was finally diagnosed, I was hospitalized for the next three weeks. (Driven from doctor's office, straight to hospital.) I asked my sister to call my pastor to come and see me. I was in desperate need of spiritual guidance and clinging to whatever hope I could find. I received a call from this paster the next day, at the hospital. As it turned out, she had changed churches. And I was not a member of her new church. She couldn't come to see me. She insisted I call the new pastor at my church, whom I didn't know. And she told me "You'll be just fine."
It was a couple of days later that I was officially diagnosed with non-hodgkins lymphoma. I was refusing treatment, until my father put it all on the table for me. I would, without a doubt, be dead by my 24th birthday if I didn't do chemo. (My birthday was only a month away.) Obviously, I'm alive now. I caved and went through chemo. Later got married, and now have a daughter. So the "my" pastor (Which she isn't anymore, as she isn't working for my church anymore.) was right. So, why did this brief conversation I had with her nearly eight years ago effect me so much?
My conversation with a new pastor at a church in another state helped me realize why. It was a couple of reasons. One, politics. Religion doesn't belong in politics. And politics doesn't belong in religion. Yet, for several millenia, they always go hand in hand. Which, I feel, defeats the true purpose of both. But that's a conversation better left to a sociology term paper.
Second, my pastor let me down. Not only was she the ONLY female pastor I had ever met. She was a young pastor. Sweet and charismatic, she had a knack with understanding the teenager. I do credit her for helping keep me out of trouble. But it was this little thing she announced to all of us the first day of confirmation class. She gave us all her phone number, and told us that if we were EVER in trouble, to call her. She didn't care what the trouble was. She would come and get us, no questions asked. We all got a freebie. I never used my freebie throughout my teen years. And when I wanted to claim my freebie at the age of 23... she didn't come.
I was quite surprised that this conversation with this new pastor got to me so much. I actually cried. All these aweful memories and feelings I'd held back for so long just came to surface. Maybe now, I'll be able to make peace with all this. Who knows. But at least I now know where all my resentment comes from.
Let's not forget our caregivers. The best friend, husband, parent, or sibling that helped you through cancer. They put up with the temper tantrums, the resentment, the mood swings. They were there to help you do the simple tasks around the house. They helped out with the kids. Even if it was just a neighbor who brought over a casserole, so you wouldn't have to cook. (Or order out for pizza, AGAIN.)
I personally thank my mother for helping me with all her emotional support.
Some gift ideas for our caregivers...
ChooseHope.com Caregiver Gift ideas for purchase.
Appreciative Tee on CafePress.com
The Breast Cancer Caregivers Survival Guide: Practical Tips for Supporting Your Wife through Breast Cancer
I personally thank my mother for helping me with all her emotional support.
Some gift ideas for our caregivers...
ChooseHope.com Caregiver Gift ideas for purchase.
Appreciative Tee on CafePress.com
The Breast Cancer Caregivers Survival Guide: Practical Tips for Supporting Your Wife through Breast Cancer
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Chemo Tips
How to make chemo FUN!! (yes, I said it... FUN!!)
My mother did a great job of keeping chemo fun for me. I almost started looking forward to it every month. (Almost.)
1) Special food. (The tip is to bring food you never eat. Somethin you always enjoy. For me, it was chocolate peanut butter ice cream from Baskin Robbins. Yes, the nurses have a freezer... they'll keep it in there for you.)
2) MOVIES!! (I went into a deep Disney phase. You may have an opportunity to have your own room, or even your own tv in the office to bring movies to watch. Or, you gave bring in a portable DVD player, which are really cheap now, and use headphones so you don't disturb anyone.)
3) NAP. I had to take Benydrill IV because I was allergic to retuxin, so this meant I'd always be in a deep sleep for a good chunk of my 8 hours of chemo.
4) Wear silly clothes.
5) Make chemo tinis. (I kinda got this from Sex and the City. But bring plastic martini cups and use cranberry juice and sprite. NO ALCOHOL DURING CHEMO PLEASE!!! Dress up in ultra chic outfits. Wear a coach or chanel scarf around your chemo dome. Wear big movie star glasses.)
And most importantly,
Have a last chemo party. When my friends have their last chemo, I bring gifts and cupcakes for the nurses. Not to mention gifts for my new survivor. Last chemo is a huge deal. Bigger than graduating high school.
My mother did a great job of keeping chemo fun for me. I almost started looking forward to it every month. (Almost.)
1) Special food. (The tip is to bring food you never eat. Somethin you always enjoy. For me, it was chocolate peanut butter ice cream from Baskin Robbins. Yes, the nurses have a freezer... they'll keep it in there for you.)
2) MOVIES!! (I went into a deep Disney phase. You may have an opportunity to have your own room, or even your own tv in the office to bring movies to watch. Or, you gave bring in a portable DVD player, which are really cheap now, and use headphones so you don't disturb anyone.)
3) NAP. I had to take Benydrill IV because I was allergic to retuxin, so this meant I'd always be in a deep sleep for a good chunk of my 8 hours of chemo.
4) Wear silly clothes.
5) Make chemo tinis. (I kinda got this from Sex and the City. But bring plastic martini cups and use cranberry juice and sprite. NO ALCOHOL DURING CHEMO PLEASE!!! Dress up in ultra chic outfits. Wear a coach or chanel scarf around your chemo dome. Wear big movie star glasses.)
And most importantly,
Have a last chemo party. When my friends have their last chemo, I bring gifts and cupcakes for the nurses. Not to mention gifts for my new survivor. Last chemo is a huge deal. Bigger than graduating high school.
Book suggestions
I read "It's Not About The Bike: My Journey Back to Life" after my diagnosis. I found it so helpful. Lance had been the same age as I was when I was diagnosed. I found a kindred spirit in him, knowing that my bitterness was normal. We all just have to move on from it.
All "Chicken Soup" books are a good bath tub read. You may cry at some stories, and you may laugh at others. But after you finish this book, you will be ready to survive.
All "Chicken Soup" books are a good bath tub read. You may cry at some stories, and you may laugh at others. But after you finish this book, you will be ready to survive.
New Site Suggestion
I had found out about this site after I was already in remission. It's a fantastic site.
ChemoAngels
They match cancer patients with survivors to help boost spirits and give inspiration. Fantastic concept. They will do their best to pair you with a survivor similar in age and diagnosis, so you get to talk to someone who has been there.
Survivors can feel free to visit this site as well to be pair with a patient too.
ChemoAngels
They match cancer patients with survivors to help boost spirits and give inspiration. Fantastic concept. They will do their best to pair you with a survivor similar in age and diagnosis, so you get to talk to someone who has been there.
Survivors can feel free to visit this site as well to be pair with a patient too.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Celebrities with cancer.
You are not alone, below is a list of celebrities who are also survivors.
Suzanne Somers( "Three's Company): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 2001
Edie Falco ("Sopranos"): Breast Cancer
Colin Powell (One-time Secretary of Defense): Prostate Cancer. Diagnosed 2003
Olivia Newton John ("Grease"): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 1992
Richard "SHAFT" Rountree: Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 1993
Kylie Minogue (pop singer): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 2005
Charlie Watts (Rolling Stones) Throat Cancer. Diagnosed 2005
Christina Applegate ("Sweetest Thing"): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 2008
Gloria Steinem: Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 1986
Sheryl Crow (singer): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 2006
Lance Armstrong (cyclist. "LIVESTRONG"): Testicular Cancer. Diagnosed 1997
Michael C. Hall ("Six Feet Under", "Dexter"): Hodgkins Lymphoma. Diagnosed 2009
Barry Watson ("Seventh Heaven"): Hodgkins Lymphoma. Diagnosed 2002
Suzanne Somers( "Three's Company): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 2001
Edie Falco ("Sopranos"): Breast Cancer
Colin Powell (One-time Secretary of Defense): Prostate Cancer. Diagnosed 2003
Olivia Newton John ("Grease"): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 1992
Richard "SHAFT" Rountree: Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 1993
Kylie Minogue (pop singer): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 2005
Charlie Watts (Rolling Stones) Throat Cancer. Diagnosed 2005
Christina Applegate ("Sweetest Thing"): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 2008
Gloria Steinem: Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 1986
Sheryl Crow (singer): Breast Cancer. Diagnosed 2006
Lance Armstrong (cyclist. "LIVESTRONG"): Testicular Cancer. Diagnosed 1997
Michael C. Hall ("Six Feet Under", "Dexter"): Hodgkins Lymphoma. Diagnosed 2009
Barry Watson ("Seventh Heaven"): Hodgkins Lymphoma. Diagnosed 2002
Handy Websites
Cancer Club: Set up by motivational speaker and breast cancer survivor, Christine Crawford.
Cancer Sucks: Very cool merchandise to support how much cancer sucks. Cool tees, keychains that even my father would wear while riding his Harley. (Sponsered by Cancer Treatment Centers of America.)
Choose Hope: Support the cause with jewelry, tees, and gift baskets to help the chemo patient, or even thank your caregiver. You purchase helps fund cancer research. (My late uncle was a fan of the "cancer sucks" tee shirt.)
Cancer Sucks: Very cool merchandise to support how much cancer sucks. Cool tees, keychains that even my father would wear while riding his Harley. (Sponsered by Cancer Treatment Centers of America.)
Choose Hope: Support the cause with jewelry, tees, and gift baskets to help the chemo patient, or even thank your caregiver. You purchase helps fund cancer research. (My late uncle was a fan of the "cancer sucks" tee shirt.)
May We All Be Coffee Beans!
Found in the Orange Peel Gazette
You will probably never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up; She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on high fire. Soon, the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee." she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take and egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. It's outer shell protected it's liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, it's inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter, "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts will a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a break-up, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?
You will probably never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up; She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on high fire. Soon, the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil; without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee." she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take and egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard-boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. It's outer shell protected it's liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, it's inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter, "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts will a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a break-up, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and a hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity?
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