Here is a quick post to get me started on my blogging again.
On Monday, my sister and I went to a very well know cancer center in Massachusetts. Since I have been dealing with cancer for a year and a half, this place has become a familiar yet fearful building of hope . That was not Mondays visit. Not the hope part.
Notice I didn’t say hope and promise. Because honestly there was never a promise of a cure with the kind of breast cancer I have (triple negative) and I don’t think promise is a word used in any type of treatment. I know as a nurse I never make promises. Well, that’s not really true, I used to promise moms while they were pushing that very soon they would meet their beautiful new baby. I promised.
My cancer made a promise. In looking up the definition of the word, it states that a promise is ” a declaration assuring that one will or will not do something”. My cancer fulfilled its promise and came back . It did something. It did something I wish it didn’t do.
So most of this week has been spent on the computer making decisions about further treatment to outsmart this unwanted visiter that has again taken up residence in my body. My search and resource team ( best friends and sister) have been checking out everything in both camps medical and holistic. As most people know, I am more holisitcally minded and since I gave the traditional stuff a try you can already imagine where I am headed. I talked to a lovely brave women yesterday who made the decision to go with the natural treatment weeks after she brought home a newborn baby. I am with her. She actually wrote a book. The title is You Did What? by Hollie Quinn. Check it out on Amazon.
Just yesterday, on a beautiful August morning sitting on the edge while I drained the last of my orgainc Sumatra from a paper cup as my sister flipped frogs out of the pool drain, I decided to switch camps. With both feet in the water, I realized I needed to make a decision. I couldn’t be in two camps anymore. I choose life in the most healthy way for my body.
I promise.
