Choosing Joy

Welcome back all, So this post is, I believe anyway, one of the more “intriguing” ones I would have to say. I’m not sure if I previously mentioned but the Megace, progesterone medication, I was on the past few months did it’s job overall. However, not without some unfortunate side effects that went along with it. For those of you who have been on this medication, well you know what i'm talking about. For those of you who have not, well let me try to break it down for you. I did mention in a previous post about this super intense medication, but I will certainly try my best to explain again. So the medication called Megace is often prescribed to women who have been diagnosed with breast cancer. Mind you, I was not obviously, but clearly I wasn't too far off. Seeing as I was still in the "cancer family" unfortunately. So this medication formally known as Magestol Acetate, is certainly not a medication to be taken lightly by any means, seeing as what it can do to the hum...

 Hi all, So in the last post, it outlined a very tumultuous few days after the conversation I had with my oncologist. Naturally my mind was everywhere and anywhere other than where it should actually be. I’m sure your mind would be all over the place too if your doctor told you there is a fairly probable possibility that your cancer was longer have stage I. There’s a good chance it’s now stage III. Sh*t!….. for the past few months I was on fight mode, as that was what seemed so natural to me. "Im gonna be fine, im gonna be ok, ill get through this and come out on top!" I would regularly tell myself. Despite anytime I would have to go downtown for a oncologist appointment, I would have regular mental breakdowns/crying fits in my car. Im sure it made for great entertainment for the other drivers on the DVP highway. However, by some divine intervention, it’s gone. Whats gone you ask? my fight, Up and left, and the fu*ker didn’t even say bye. 🤨 Rude. Not surprising….. if it’s an...

Hey all, So last week's post was pretty rough as i'm sure you all have read. To best honest I don't really feel that I have truly done it justice. Im not sure how all of you interpreted it, but from my side it ended early. Not to mention abruptly. There was actually more that happened, but I just couldn't bring myself to keep writing. So I stopped. I would never wish this upon anyone, especially myself. For whatever reason I was given this. I often ask myself why, why did this happen to me? Why did I win the cancer lottery? Which in fact is not a win at all. It's a damn fucking life sentence. No-one is ever really "cured" of cancer, and anyone who has or had it would understand. Pending the type of cancer you have, depicts the surgery you have to hopefully physically remove the bullsh*t that decided to invade your physical being. For me that happened to be my entire reproductive system. However, anyone who has had or has cancer knows, once the surgery happ...

  Hey all, So in the last post, we ended off at the follow up MRI and CT scans. All in all I certainly was very hopeful that things would work out in my favour, seeing how the past few months have gone thus far. I really just felt as if I needed a “win” right now even if it was a small one. Following the scans, I did read the results online on my electronic chart. As we all know, in no way am I a doctor, mind you if I was, that would make this part just that much easier. Even if I was a doctor, I wonder what my specialty would be. Hmmm, let’s see, I’m good in emergency situations so maybe something cool like a trauma surgeon or an ER doctor. I figure on the brighter side, at least no days will be the same and it’s always something to keep you on your toes like a pro boxer. I can guarantee you in no way would I want to be an ear doctor, podiatrist, or a gastroenterologist. 🤢🤮 Mind you, I’m always down for a good poop conversation. It’s the only way you know if what’s coming out is...

HEY ALL! Good morning to you. Its bright and early Sunday morning as I write this, about 8:30 am the clock says. To be completely honest its really too damn early for anyone to actually be awake on a Sunday morning, even if you are going to church. Yes I know its  the Lort's day, but I think on a Sunday, no-one should have to get up before 10 am or later, at least, and the day should not have to actually start until 12 pm. Well for the sake of everyone's mental health y'know, just sayin' lol. So I thought for my own mental health, I would switch up this week's post. Seeing as im trying to use this blog as a self healing tool, Im trying to go at a pace where im not just able to get my story out to all of you and raise awareness. But also lick and heal my own wounds as well, like a little kitty. Or in my case a big fat cat. Yeah, I clearly couldn't help myself.....But I can relate all too well to all of these pictures at some point in my life. Some of them more re...