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Posted 2018-11-18T23:17:50Z

Top of the hill, peace signs and fridge shelves

Let the math begin.

I have as many boobs as treatments to go.

Because I lucked out, I get to say that now.

Not tomorrow afternoon. Not Tuesday afternoon. 

2 boobs. 2 treatments. Keeping count makes a peace sign. 

Peace indeed.

 

For those of you anxiously awaiting the marathon analogy, 

I won't disappoint.

Just crested the Summit Hill.

Mile 23.58. Passing Griggs. Looking for the Governors mansion. 

It is this point where you know, although there might be a couple stumbles,

you're gonna finish without question.

Everyone is passing out candy. And it's delicious. 

 

I've been talking to my radiation sisters about the steps of treatment.

And lucky you, another analogy popped to mind. 

We are co-hosting Thanksgiving here at the house.

And because someone I adore is a germ-a-phobe (Hi Em!)

It seemed a good time to really clean the fridge. 

Like really, really, really clean it. 

 

ANALOGY WARNING:

So I threw out all the rotten stuff. 

I would elaborate here, but trust me. And thank me. 

That would be my surgery, the amazing Natasha Reuth got rid of the rotten stuff. 

Even if it was questionable, she tossed it. 

 

Then I got wiped all the crud. 

Not the obligatory wipe-what-you-can-see.

A take-all-the-good-food out. A take-the-shelves-out.

Get every nook and cranny. Every speck. 

That's the radiation. Even though margins and lymph were clear, 

gotta clean up the unseen. 

 

Then I put only the good stuff back in. Sparkly clean. 

 And I thought - dammit - how can I keep it like this?

Don't put the crap back in. No more crud. 

This would be the endocrine therapy.

Stopping bad habits.

Or stopping the estrogen. Shut off those ovaries.

Don't let any other hormones put on estrogen hats.

This cancer loved estrogen. 

So we're not gonna feed it. 

I'm gonna stay on top of this clean fridge.

(Katie, have you stopped laughing yet?)

 

So, just to review. 

1.  Get rid of the rotten stuff. 

2.  Clean the nooks and crannies. 

3.  Stop any future crap.

 

Sounds like a good universal plan.

Gonna give it a go.  

Cancer clarity,  as told though cleaning the fridge. 

A clarity that's was recently explained to me

by a Bridie variety of sage. 

It's like the frost got scraped off the windows.   

It's a clarity you want to hang on to for dear life. 

Yet, sooner or later, the frost creeps back in. 

The good thing is you see it coming earlier. 

And if you don't have an ice scraper handy, 

hopefully you are now surrounded by more people

that have a scraper at the ready. 

On a lighter note, 

as I get closer to ringing the bell  

that signifies treatment is done...

there's a little song I can't get out my head.

Any guesses? Here's a clue.

You're welcome. 

 

Inspired to clean your fridge? 

Or weed your garden?  Or organize your tools?

There is no shortage of analogish* projects out there. 

But if you'd rather I just keep tossing em out there, 

don't worry, I will.

 

So tomorrow radiation sister Lynda gets to ring the bell. 

Tuesday, I do. A week from Wednesday, Cinda.

(yes, the entire place calls me Ginda)

Then the 3 of us are gonna go celebrate our red boobs off.

 

Despite this a less than ideal fall,

there's a shit ton to celebrate. 

I keep a party hat on my bedside table, 

and put it on every morning before I get out of bed.

 

Life should be a party. It's easier when

you have a guest list like I do. 

Did someone say dance?

 

Thank  you my party people.

Love, Ginnie

 

PS:

Fuck cancer

 

*if it's not a word it should be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments (2)

  • Katie Croni
    Katie Croni

    Laughing my ass off!!! You know I’ll be checking! Remember when I was cleaning my store room and you said “what do little elves come in and wreck it?” I’ll be checking on you, just to make sure the wreck it elves don’t find their way to your house

    2 years ago · Reply
  • jean
    jean

    Yes, it should be a word!! :-) Keep 'em comin'!!

    2 years ago · Reply