Welcome to my Journey nicknamed "My Moonstone Journey" for no reason other than that's what came to mind, and it started on October 26, 2010 when I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer.

I thought this would be a good way to unload my week's events as a means to maintain my sanity, as well, an avenue for family and friends to see what's going on.

I had no idea what would happen after October 26th, I have no idea what will happen today, I have no idea about tomorrow, and I'm starting to accept that, and it scares me a little less each day approaching the unknown...

If you're reading this, chances are you're one of those people who are holding my hand through this and for that I Thank You...

Friday, October 28, 2011

Drums, Checklists, Mind Alterations, Cake...

October 28, 2011

The Good: I’ve come to realize that my drum doesn’t necessarily beat to the same rhythm as everyone else’s, when asked if the glass is half empty or half full, I think “it’s got water in it”.  

I don’t feel like I’ve “battled cancer”, I’m no freaking soldier and nobody gave me a gun to fight this with, and does that mean I either win or lose, are my troops willing to die for the cause, is someone going to give me a medal, or declare October 26th a holiday?  I don’t want to be known as a “cancer survivor”, I just want to resume my life and be known as me.  And I hate “pink ribbons” just as much as I hate the term “the new you”, fuck you; I’m happy being the old me.

I’ve come to realize that my drum doesn’t necessarily beat to the same rhythm as everyone else’s, and I’m good with that.     

The Bad: Have you ever noticed that you can say the same thing with a different tone or delivery and that same sentence can mean something else?

For example, “Is the cancer gone?” delivered in a flat non committal tone means I’m just asking you a question for the sake of asking and I’m not really thinking about you or its content.   What I thought was “the door has barely closed since the last treatment, which you are aware of, how about we give it a couple more days before declaring this a miracle”, what I said was “I don’t know.”

Asking that same question with the addition of a few words and some feeling, it could have gone something like this... “Do you know if the cancer is gone?”  While the answer for both questions is the same, the person on the receiving end doesn’t feel like nothing more than a useless check list and they know you at least thought about what you were asking. 

And for the record, just because I’m able to do laundry, doesn’t mean I’m cured, and unfortunately I can’t predict the outcome of my next follow-up appointment so don’t ask that same question two different ways, and yes, I agree with you, some of these questions do sound silly.

Think before you speak and mean what you say, a checklist is merely a guideline of what needs to be accomplished, use it wisely and you can get all the necessary results.

The What the ???:  I was thinking the other day I’d like to wipe out my memory from October 26, 2010 to September 12, 2011.  And if I can do that, I’d also like to wipe out the events that occurred as well; although I realize in doing this I’ll also erases the positives, what a dilemma... 

What to do, what to do... I’ve decided to go with the mind and event erase, but before I do that I’ll write down all the good stuff people did for me so I don’t forget that part J

Lessons Learned: It’s October 26, 2011 and I’m sitting in a restaurant with a very good friend of mine sharing a meal.  We talk about the last year and I get flashbacks as to why I hate this date so much, when a waitress walks to the table in front of me with a huge cake, candles blazing, singing happy birthday to its surprised recipient.  I guess October 26th as a whole isn’t all that bad...

Friday, October 21, 2011

Canal, Information Overload, TV Sucks, My Pink Ribbon...

October 21, 2011

 The Good: The canal is where I escape to stretch my legs, get some air, or clear my mind; I have literally walked through the seasons this past year.  Winter with its black and white pallet, naked trees and cravings for hot chocolate was my favourite season of escape... Finally, I have found something about winter that I like J

The Bad: Apparently you don’t see this surgeon without first attending his information session, which is fine, but someone would have told me this right, perhaps when THEY called to give ME the appointment would have been a good time? 

 Well, nobody did tell me so I showed up for my appointment and had to sit there and listen to blah blah blah followed by “if you went to the information session you’d know that”... blah blah blah “ this is covered in more detail in my information session, blah blah blah, I think you need to attend my information session. 

I guess I’ll attend his information session J

The What the ???:  She has brain damage from a car accident and can’t remember anything since that time for more than a few minutes... He (her husband) wants to leave her, he can’t stand having to repeat himself so much, and she is no longer the woman he fell in love with. 

The psychiatrist defending the husband’s decision to other Doc’s used the following example: Head injuries won’t go away, and neither will she... if she had cancer though, it’s often fatal so the long term commitment isn’t there.

This was only a TV show, and chances are a year ago I wouldn’t have noticed this statement. 

But it’s not a year ago, it’s today, and I noticed this statement and thought “what the fuck is wrong with them for writing this into a script?”  What bothers me more though is I wonder how true it is...

Lessons Learned: ‎The name “David Jay” has come into my life several times in the last year, his photographs from The Scar Project spoke to me more about breast cancer than any pink ribbon website could. 

The passionate eye is featuring him this week:
http://www.cbc.ca/passionateeye/episode/baring-it-all.html

Friday, October 14, 2011

Hair, Ribbons, Party Hat’s, Souls...

October 14, 2011

The Good: Almost a year of nonexistent hair or a mish mash of patchy spots... today I ventured out feeling naked, vulnerable; I didn’t care while I enjoyed the air on my head, free from hiding, free from being a cancer patient.

The Bad:  I have met so many men and women who are struggling with different forms of cancer, each encounter makes me hate those fucking ribbons even more... cancer is so beyond what a crossed over piece of fabric can portray, and while I realize this is purely symbolic, how can you truly appreciate what it is your supporting when all you see is a soft velvety bright coloured ribbon photographed alongside hopeful cancer patients sporting desperate smiles. 

The What the ???: It’s so hard to put on the party hat and celebrate... cancer treatments are over yet the side effects and memories are never far behind; I want to move on yet I’m constantly reminded that I can’t. 

Lessons Learned: ‎'Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.' ~Khalil Gibran~

Friday, October 7, 2011

Life is a Stage, Poison, Public Transit, Parallel Park...

October 7, 2011

The Good: He said there are three stages of where people are at in this life:

Unhappy
Coping
Happy

On October 26th 2010 I was thrown full force “Unhappy”, the months to follow “Coping” was a means to survive, “Happy” is now within my reach.

The Bad: I’m attending a workshop through the cancer foundation and the first session is about cancer and nutrition.  It seems everything is coated with pesticides, loaded with hormones and filled with bacteria, and we (cancer patients) should avoid them as much as possible. 

Apparently it’s ok for the rest of you to consume this.

I wonder how long it will take before supply and demand turns this around and takes us back to a simpler time when food was just that, food...

The What the ???: The driver mumbles something through the marbles in his mouth, luckily I’m familiar with marble jargon so I could translate to my confused friends; profound words said louder than necessary “it’s not enough to love someone when your drunk, you have to get along with them when your sober too”; An announcement comes over the speaker alerting drivers to an incident on Blah Blah street “a passenger is trying to board busses carrying a large container marked flammable”.... you guessed it, I’m back taking public transit J

Lessons Learned: We are trying/ struggling to parallel park as a school bus approaches from behind, and then stops.  I think “hey buddy, what’s up, you have room to get by” my friend thinks “oh my god, why is he getting out”.  He merely wanted to help us out, and he did, with a big smile, he got us into our spot then left with a wave, good trumps evil.