So why do I say "Our Cancer Journey".....Our? I was asked that yesterday. Because it IS a family affair. It affected us all. I had to go through it but my family were my caretakers. Everyone had a part.
I am very independent and stubborn and I am a hard worker and I was strong and healthy....before the fall. I believe that happened on Jan. 6, 2018. I was the one that always helped my kids when they needed me. Sweet Hunter was spoiled for 40 years. And yes, I love spoiling him.
Another question that I have received is why am I putting more on this blog. Many of you know that this blog is my heart. I started it in 2007 long long ago. But I chose to put more details on here because a lot of times people are just scrolling on facebook to see what people post and really don't care. I want the people that care, will care enough to click on this blog if they want to read more. I hope that explains my thought process. And I thank you if you are visiting here.
Please know you can become a follower of this blog so you will not miss anything. You can also leave a comment. I would love that. I feel funny even saying that, like I am somebody or something, but I am humbled. I never thought this would happen to me.
Everybody has a story. I choose to share some of mine
in hopes it will help somebody else along life's journey.
So here is the recap of what I put on facebook today.Our Cancer Journey. Part 2
I must pause first of all to sadly remember the day I was diagnosed. Today. 2018. I guess I shouldn’t say sadly because if I hadn’t pushed I wouldn’t be here today. And that’s what it’s all about. I go for a port flush and labs in a little while. As much as I love my nurses (they are God sent), I would prefer not to see them today or any day. Sorry girls. But I love them. We formed a bond. They are essential workers. They are on the front line. And I’m thankful for them. I don’t know how they did their jobs. I hate cancer though.
I will share more on my blog later today hopefully. I don’t put everything, anywhere, but I put more on “Life’s little garden” blog than I do here. I don’t want me or my family or my close friends to ever forget the pain we went through so that we wake up everyday and know to be thankful. It was a lesson we all take for granted. Waking up is a gift that many don’t have the privilege of.
Continuing on. 2018. Right after I fell in the creek full of ice with a big dog in my lap, I knew. I just didn’t know what. My daughter Mandy was in the process of moving and I’ve always helped my children when they needed me and I was determined not to let her down. So. I woke up the next day after the fall feeling as though I had the flu. I ached all over. I just didn’t feel right. I drove myself down there but I wasn’t able to help much. I wasn’t well. But still blamed my back.
Sweet Hunter stopped by and I think when he saw me, he knew. But again we just thought it was my back. But he took us to lunch at a Mexican restaurant and he thought that would make me feel better. I love Mexican. But I couldn’t eat. He told me to go home and rest. Anyone that knows me well, knows I don’t do that. But. I drove myself home but I don’t remember how I got from there to here. I do remember getting in the bed. I was so sick. Again. Thinking it was my back pain and a flu feeling.
I went to my chiropractor. He worked on me and took x rays. He really tried. But then he was man enough to tell me I needed to go to a medical dr.
So I went to my doctor. She said it was my back. And I trusted her. It was really getting bad by then. She sent me to therapy. 2 times for several weeks. They told me I had messed up my sacroiliac joint. They even did needle therapy on me. Long story short. That didn’t work. I got worse. I could barely move.
In the mean time, other things were happening. Strange things. I will share more on my blog. If you are interested in my journey and want to hear more of the story jump over to my blog and visit. Just click below.
Until then, pray for me as I pray for you. Be kind to one another. Take every opportunity to be quiet.
Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind.
This is the first and great commandment.
And the second is like unto it, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.
Matthew 22:37-39
I was not a happy camper. I was actually miserable. I was in pain.
I couldn't help my daughter as she moved in to her new house.
I couldn't spoil my Sweet Hunter. I couldn't do anything with my grandchildren. I was not myself.
So several weeks went by. My back had gotten so bad that I couldn't get
in and out of a chair by myself
but my doctor kept saying that therapy would help it.
I begged for an MRI. She said it wasn't necessary. I would beg.
Then she sent me to a pain specialist.
I wonder now if she thought I wanted drugs although I had knew her for years
and really loved her.
But I have learned that you can love someone and depend on them
and maybe she thought she was doing her job, but I needed more.
But I did what she said.
They scheduled me for nerve root blocks, steroid epidurals, and lots of
shots for pain. None worked. I was more than frustrated.
Immediately after the fall the next day,
I started smelling a very strange smell in my nose.
I would ask everybody if they smelled it. Nobody did.
It became so aggravating that when i took enough pain meds for my back and could get around somewhat, I went to the store and bought several Vicks nasal inhalers and I kept one with me all the time. I sniffed it to get a different smell. I cannot describe the smell in my nose.
My best friend, Vick's son gave us both one of these. Fighter. That's why I am writing these posts. I am fighting. And I want you to know that although a doctor will not listen, you know your own body and if you know somethings wrong, keep pushing and fighting. As you will see as you follow my journey, I will be scattered in my story. I will leave things out that may not be important to you but I don't want to forget them as time goes on. And more than that I want my family to remember way after I am gone.
I want them to know to fight for your life.
It is your life.
Nobody else's.
Trust God but do all you can to be your own advocate.
Another thing is if you aren't strong enough to do it yourself,
ask for help.
I wish I had.
To be continued.
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God Bless America!
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