tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882588.post614013720958356694..comments2024-03-20T03:37:35.596-04:00Comments on not just about cancer: and the rain came downlauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14533311678025418958noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882588.post-58049822447093820662007-06-24T21:39:00.000-04:002007-06-24T21:39:00.000-04:00Laurie,You're entitled. You have a dreadful diseas...Laurie,<BR/><BR/>You're entitled. You have a dreadful disease, with horrible treatments and an uncertain future. I'm surprised you aren't melting down more often. It's a testament not only to your loving support system but even more to your courage and strength. <BR/>Just remember, that uncertinty is on your side -- the knowledge landscape and the treatment possibilities are changing and expanding. And you are here to take advantage of that.<BR/><BR/>I'm struck by the cosmic unfairness of it all. All you young women have so much to offer to your families, to your society; and your time, your focus, your energy is taken up with defeating your disease. And, Laurie, keep on believing that you will.<BR/><BR/>(Deep hug),<BR/>SuzanneAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882588.post-51316885921787774392007-06-24T18:19:00.000-04:002007-06-24T18:19:00.000-04:00Hey Laurie,You are utterly entitled to a meltdown ...Hey Laurie,<BR/>You are utterly entitled to a meltdown once in a while. Insecurity and anxiety are the ever-nagging bedfellows of long term illness. We can ignore, we can keep going, we can be strong. But once in a while even the strongest must recharge, be comforted and just plain scream it out. Wishing I could give you a hug. As for the physio - I have been thinking lately that one of the more surprising things about chronic conditions are how they force me to exercise forgiveness. People mean so well, they just don't know if they haven't been there. I'm sure I step on lots of toes too; toes impacted by events I cannot fathom. Still, when people say that I'm lucky to park in the disabled spot because it is nice and close, I do have fantasies about what their skulls would look like if I swung my carbon-fibre leg brace at them (mantra: forgive forgive they mean well they mean well). As for the standard poodle: I always thought they were proof that even plain simple evolution is equipped with a sense of humour (highly augmented by groomers that make them look so buff). BIG HUG.<BR/>LAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882588.post-41663000547055004602007-06-24T09:07:00.000-04:002007-06-24T09:07:00.000-04:00Thanks, Flippy. Your comment about my phsyio was t...Thanks, Flippy. Your comment about my phsyio was true - and it was good to hear it from someone else.<BR/><BR/>As for getting a second dog (we have a beautiful black and white boy of uncertain parentage) - we are thinking about it. My oldest son has been lobbying hard.<BR/>We need to look at hypo-allergenic dogs though (maybe a standard poodle), as my younger son is allergic (and already lives with a cat and a dog!). We may have to go to a breeder, although I would strongly prefer a rescue of some kind.<BR/>Can you tell I've been thinking about this a fair bit, lately?lauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14533311678025418958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20882588.post-5589868988421357892007-06-24T00:02:00.000-04:002007-06-24T00:02:00.000-04:00I'm glad you were able to clear out the emotional ...I'm glad you were able to clear out the emotional cobwebs with a good cry. You definitely were due. It's nice that you have such rock solid support at home. What a good guy. Your physiotherapist was a dope though. I can't imagine that anyone with cancer wants to hear any kind of social conversations about cancer that don't end in, "And 30 years later, s/he feels perfectly fine." It would just seem to be common sense. <BR/><BR/>Have you thought about adopting a new dog? A puppy seems like it would be too tiring for you, and the last thing you need is to be dealing with puppy messes...from poop to chewed up things. But a nice 3 year old Golden would be comforting, no?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com