It’s been quite a busy few days since my last post.
Sharing with friends and family that I have a wee ‘brain tumour’ is painful. Putting it into perspective.... there are worst things in the world to deal with….but in my world it hurts me to cause others worry, fear or dread.
Sharing with friends and family that I have a wee ‘brain tumour’ is painful. Putting it into perspective.... there are worst things in the world to deal with….but in my world it hurts me to cause others worry, fear or dread.
My conversations with my daughter, Alex, was inspiring. She has started a ‘pray circle’ for me as she is a very faithful woman. Wise beyond her 31 years. Her words encourage me.
“Whatever will happen we will deal with it.” I admire her courage and faith in the face of uncertainty. She is there for me…I know…always.
“Whatever will happen we will deal with it.” I admire her courage and faith in the face of uncertainty. She is there for me…I know…always.
My son Jeff, who carries the weight of the world, stepped up and shared that he will continue to move forward, working on improving and learning to put himself first, without this incident throwing him off track.
It is worth repeating….I couldn’t be more proud of these incredible people.
I bounce between packing and preparing for the Camino, and drifting off into the ‘what if’s.’ But I did manage to sort out my clothes for Myrtle Beach and Grand Cayman (January until May). Everything is stuffed between my knapsack and a small bag I hope to bring as a day bag for the Camino.
My passport stares back at me each time I open my sock drawer. It’s kind of surreal moving through the day and into the world. Everyone is excited and asking questions about the Camino…they know that I leave soon. I feel like an impostor when asked and not include the ‘wee snag’ we are dealing with.
The look of shock and disbelief I see on their faces, or the silence I hear on the phone after I drop that bomb….saddens me. Not their fault…but this has never been something I had to deal with…of course. With a world filled with people being diagnosed with cancer, as an everyday occurrence, we become numb to tragedy. As they try to put one foot in front of the other, we move on in our busy world.
Not judging….it has just made me realize, in my own small world, how something like this stops you dead in your tracks. Time moves at a snails pace…..but around you it is life as usual.
My passport stares back at me each time I open my sock drawer. It’s kind of surreal moving through the day and into the world. Everyone is excited and asking questions about the Camino…they know that I leave soon. I feel like an impostor when asked and not include the ‘wee snag’ we are dealing with.
The look of shock and disbelief I see on their faces, or the silence I hear on the phone after I drop that bomb….saddens me. Not their fault…but this has never been something I had to deal with…of course. With a world filled with people being diagnosed with cancer, as an everyday occurrence, we become numb to tragedy. As they try to put one foot in front of the other, we move on in our busy world.
Not judging….it has just made me realize, in my own small world, how something like this stops you dead in your tracks. Time moves at a snails pace…..but around you it is life as usual.
Today I touch base with my Insurance gal, Madison, about my Critical Insurance that I added to my Life Insurance 14 years ago. I believe my brain tumour is on the list and she and I will discuss options if I qualify.
Tomorrow I have my appointment with my neurologist, Dr. Ursell. I did the ‘Happy Dance’ when they returned my call with a date soooooooo incredibly fast!
Friday, my MRI….which I have never had….but look forward to seeing my old stomping grounds, Orillia Soldiers Memorial Hospital, where I did my training 31 years ago as a student at Georgian College. Totally bringing a Mariposa Loaf to the MRI department. I am sure we will be seeing each other for many years to come.
Lots going on…..more information to come…Praying I can go to the Camino with Deb……fingers crossed.
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