~Izzy's New 'Do~

Isabel got shaved today. :) She looks so cute. I didn't realize how much of her was fur until they took it all off.

~Kicking Hodgkins Ass!!~

When I was first diagnosed, John made a folder to keep all my important papers in... papers with all my drug names and side effects on them, etc. And we labelled it CANCER IS MY BITCH.


Last night I found a blog with the same title. And it is freakin' hilarious. Go there!

Cancer is my BITCH

And here's your lesson for the day:

I was just reading a post on the forum on Lhermitte's, and remembered one of my friends asked me what it was... here's the web definition:


“Lhermitte's Syndrome”
Glossary


Definition: Due to nerve damage, when the neck is flexed, electric shock-like sensations go down the spinal cord and sometimes into the limbs. This is a classic symptom of multiple sclerosis.




But I have it as a result of radiation to the neck and chest. It shows up after I've been running or working out, and when I look down (to untie my shoes, etc), I get the shock going from my neck down the spinal cord to my tailbone. It's really quite strange.

long time no talk.

april 8th was my one-year cancer free anniversary. it feels great to say that. i've been cancer free for ONE YEAR. awesome. just awesome.

I just read through my entire blog, from the time I was diagnosed to now. And I have to admit, I feel that I've been allowing myself to get caught up in the petty things. The small stuff, if you will. And I refuse to let that happen.

I have been given an enormous gift, and I think the worst thing would be if I forgot that. I have been given a second chance at life. I have been given a glimpse into the world that most people will never ever see. I have been blessed. And I absolutely want to use that gift.

Do you ever feel frustrated that you're not quite sure what your purpose is? I feel like I haven't figured it out. Maybe that's the point. To finally realize that we will never have life figured out.

At any rate, I will be trying harder in the upcoming days to make it count. Life is short. And I want mine to be chock full 'o good stuff.