CANCER: Where it's at....

Hello Gentle Readers-

Sorry it has been a few weeks since my last post. I wanted things to quiet down a little bit, as I needed to observe the passing of the one year anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. And you know, I just wasn't sure how to note it. My usual "go to" of shoe shopping really didn't fit the bill. And well, without that, I was at a loss.

So, I did the next best thing. I shut the hell up and just let it pass. My therapist is a big proponent of "being in the moment." So, I churned up a little bit of that and well...here I am.

Where it's at is this: after a few weeks of B vitamins and probiotics, I am truly feeling better. My left hand still freaks me out, what with the nutty nerve pain and arm swelling. But, I just brought on the very silent neurologist,  Dr. Mai. She sure didn't say much during my appointment with her. But boy did she take COPIUS notes. Thanks for that Dr. Mai. I sure as Hell hope she reads 'em....This Friday, I am scheduled to make a special guest appearance at Swedish Issaquah and undergo about 2 hours of testing. Now I know what you're asking: What kinda tests? And the answer is simple- I have no idea. And, even better, I don't really know what she's looking for or even what diagnosis is even on the table. What I DO know is that she finds my case "puzzling." Like that's something new for me....Apparently the sexy combo of arm swelling and nerve pain are really uncommon.

But, you know what? I don't care. You wanna know why? Ok, I'll share: I'm heading outta the country for a week of sun, relaxation and serious love in St. Maarten. Now, before I continue, just dash the notion of Stella getting her groove back. The love I'm referring to is from my dearest, sincerest pal: gay, Jewish boyfriend, Robert and his partner Chris. And, after the ass kicking I've taken on the health and personal fronts, I fear I'm gonna spend the week on those white pristine beaches just crying my eyes out- from being so overwhelmed by all the GOOD.

Yes, the three bikinis are packed along with sunscreen (wouldn't want to get cancer...) and I step on that plane Friday afternoon- before anyone can crash my joy with some shitty diagnosis- and hang out for ten whole days. Away from the hospitals, doctors and tube like medical equipment.

Ok, maybe my souvenir from the Caribbean won't be some luscious, sweet young thing, looking for a green card---that's right, I said MAYBE....instead I am hoping for some peace of mind and being blissfully ignorant of what lies ahead for me.

BLISSFULLY IGNORANT by choice. I highly recommend it.