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July 2016

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We All Need A Wizard

Dang it, why are there so many cool people out there? I just finished an interview with Refinery29, about the TV show, My Last Days. Yes, that is the horrible name chosen to document six different people diagnosed with a terminal illness, one of which is my story. It makes my body retch to even type it. I physically hate the title, with a palpable rancor, but I understand they’re trying to gain the biggest viewing potential, and that potential could help people. It’s all about pulling people in, about shock value. It’s the world we live in. I just don’t believe I’m in my last days. I don’t describe myself as terminal, although that’s exactly what I’ve been told. That I will die of this. But I know so much more than I used to. I know that a cancer diagnosis is a hopscotch of jumps, just to find a new treatment to outlive each phase. There are no guarantees in life, and that means we don’t know what our life has in store, for example, when we will die. So, anyway, the production company set us up with a public relations agency that’s helping us understand the marketing/promotion process which includes doing an interview or two. Back to my point, I was partnered with one of the PR peeps, and she is a true wizard – one of those spirits that you instantly connect with. The Refinery29 interview this morning held the typical questions, When were you diagnosed? How has this impacted your life? My wizard had addressed all of us subjects in a recent conference call and one specific point resonated with me. I started thinking about what I want my message to be. If I can sum up my goal in discussing my cancer journey, what…

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In All The B’s

*Written somewhere over the midwest, as I flew home from NYC late last night.* I never anticipated growing up. I mean, who does, or we would choose to wear sunscreen at age 4, and I’ve never seen a child apply SPF by choice. When you get this crazy diagnosis it’s like living in an alternative universe; you’re instantly catapulted into the raw threads of life. You’re 29 and 99, all at once, wondering where your life went. My favorite part of cancer is that there’s people whom I’ve fallen in love with. They’re kind, they’re gracious, they’re real, and explosively smart. They’re honest, we quip, tease, and I can’t believe that somehow my life collided with theirs. I know that I would have crossed paths with other people in my sliding doors life, and they would have been deep, and knowing, encompassing, challenging, hilarious, so I know you don’t have to be a cancer patient, or caregiver, to be “enlightened” – yuck, I don’t even like that word in the context. I’m swirled with people of all backgrounds, different histories, and the longer I live, the happier I am – if that’s possible. Who would pick cancer? Not me. And I’m not convinced that I needed to get cancer to meet these souls. We could have met when we were in a shared taxi, at a resort, on a hiking trail, in a public bathroom. I mean, come on, you guys know me – a person is just a friend I haven’t met yet. I’m expected to do another brain surgery in Oct, and that was put off from May. I kinda want to point out what a bad girl I am, but it’s not that simple. I needed proof to make sure that when they saw into my skull…

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Half-Assed Update

Hi Friends, Sorry for the long hiatus. To say it’s been a crazy month would be an understatement.  I’ve been on a few treatment wild goose chases, and some strong leads. I have about an 85-90% lock on my new protocol, pending any changes. (And there’s always changes.) I can’t get my fingers on everything immediately, but I’m headed back to NYC next week for a previously unscheduled treatment and meeting to address a few ideas.  It’s been a highly stressful time, but I’m still having a lot of fun. It IS summertime, after all.  I’ve wanted to do an update, but things were up in the air. And, I don’t really have the time to emote, or the energy to write just to write. It’s been taxing, and when I wasn’t scrambling, contacting doctors, radiologists, researchers, patients, I needed to decompress so that I could wake up and do it all over again. I have no clue if this new protocol will be enough to stop the tumor growth – oh wait, I think I haven’t even told you that the tumor is, by all consensus from every single one of my doctors, clearly growing again. Crap in the pants is about how I feel about it.  I keep wanting this tumor life to be over, to not live in limbo, but oh well. It is what it is. I hadn’t said anything on the blog – at least I don’t think I did – but Dan and I had started the process (very premature stages) of getting approved to adopt foster children. Because I had been stable for over a year, it was a legitimate possibility. But I keep learning that my life is not really my own, and I don’t have the luxury of planning. I realize…

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