In recent weeks we have lost several women to Breast Cancer. Every day we read about someone, we read about the unexpected death of a young mother or a grandmother, a friend or as in these cases women we meet through blogging. Their loss is as palpable as if we knew them up front and personally. In many degrees we do. We confide our greatest fears in them, we talk about things that those who are not in our circle can't understand why we just don't get over it already! When we see the calibre of women we are losing daily, the increasing frustration trying to make sense from this. But there is no sense. It's like a punishment for being women that never ends, it goes from one to the next never quite knowing who will be in it's destructive path. Evey time I see a pink ribbon or a logo asking for donations I feel like telling them to shove it..All the millions in research funds never seem to target the ones who are in need of answers. Ok we get the part of early detection. Ditto! But what about women with METS? We go around in circles during October but it's like talking to deaf ears... We shouldn't have to be saying good bye to young mothers who are just in the prime of their lives enjoying their children...We shouldn't have to mourn beautiful women who look so emaciated to this crappy disease. Why have we become so complacent? We should be banging on doors screaming for answers to help us.Cancer is not a pretty disease you wear a pretty scarf wrapped around your bald head. I mean seriously who are we trying to kid? It's like the little kid hiding but being in plain sight with their bum sticking up in the air...People see you they look away politely not wanting to make you an object of attraction but you are anyway. Are we supposed to get used to every death that comes across our blog? I'm not and I won't. When Cheryl told me that she was coming near the end I bawled my eyes out for days. I couldn't stop crying. I thought about RivkA -and Opera in the park, Daria who found me on Kijiji while I was selling or buying something, Rene dear Rene my first experience with a fellow blogger passing away..I read my newspaper and I have often found familiar names I had experienced Chemo with or attended WellSprings. I have feared relationships because I did not want to put someone through watching me go through Cancer or maybe better answer yet - afraid they might leave me! I have given up love romance good companionship it isn't about not having breasts. Fear of not being here for a long time to enjoy all the stuff that goes with it... WHEW!! That's a HUGE admission.... Ladies mobelize, get together, make our voices clear loud and firm they need to do more for women with METS. Contact your Congress reps or yor members of Parliament, Ministry of Health. Last but not least Stop the pinking of Breast Cancer. It is not pretty, we are not a fashion statement. We are women and men who are dying daily in large numbers that will keep on increasing if we don't act upon it.
To those we recently lost , Rachel, Susan dearest Cheryl, last but not least Jackie Mountford Lunot - "My Blog"January 25, 2010, From British Columbia. Another young woman leaving two little boys without a mother.
OK I have Shingles! I have been feely very poorly all week hot & cold feverish, my side was very painful I checked yup there they were little blisters causing so much pain I just wanted to curl up into a ball. This is my second bout with them. I have medication but I feel like a truck ran over top of me. I can't get warm I shiver it hurts to move certain ways. I have spent a better part of the week in bed. I find that sleep is what my body is craving. A few days good as new My immune system is crappy, Dr Ravi thinks because I have been battling these ugly blisters on my legs it has a lot to do with my feeling run down. Loading up on Vitamins....Sleep..which is where I am headed now..
When we see the calibre of women we are losing daily, the increasing frustration trying to make sense from this. But there is no sense. It's like a punishment for being women that never ends, it goes from one to the next never quite knowing who will be in it's destructive path. Evey time I see a pink ribbon or a logo asking for donations I feel like telling them to shove it..All the millions in research funds never seem to target the ones who are in need of answers. Ok we get the part of early detection. Ditto! But what about women with METS? We go around in circles during October but it's like talking to deaf ears... We shouldn't have to be saying good bye to young mothers who are just in the prime of their lives enjoying their children...We shouldn't have to mourn beautiful women who look so emaciated to this crappy disease. Why have we become so complacent? We should be banging on doors screaming for answers to help us.Cancer is not a pretty disease you wear a pretty scarf wrapped around your bald head. I mean seriously who are we trying to kid? It's like the little kid hiding but being in plain sight with their bum sticking up in the air...People see you they look away politely not wanting to make you an object of attraction but you are anyway. Are we supposed to get used to every death that comes across our blog? I'm not and I won't. When Cheryl told me that she was coming near the end I bawled my eyes out for days. I couldn't stop crying. I thought about RivkA -and Opera in the park, Daria who found me on Kijiji while I was selling or buying something, Rene dear Rene my first experience with a fellow blogger passing away..I read my newspaper and I have often found familiar names I had experienced Chemo with or attended WellSprings.
I have feared relationships because I did not want to put someone through watching me go through Cancer or maybe better answer yet - afraid they might leave me! I have given up love romance good companionship it isn't about not having breasts. Fear of not being here for a long time to enjoy all the stuff that goes with it... WHEW!! That's a HUGE admission....
Ladies mobelize, get together, make our voices clear loud and firm they need to do more for women with METS. Contact your Congress reps or yor members of Parliament, Ministry of Health. Last but not least Stop the pinking of Breast Cancer. It is not pretty, we are not a fashion statement. We are women and men who are dying daily in large numbers that will keep on increasing if we don't act upon it.
To those we recently lost , Rachel, Susan dearest Cheryl, last but not least Jackie Mountford Lunot - "My Blog" January 25, 2010, From British Columbia. Another young woman leaving two little boys without a mother.
OK I have Shingles! I have been feely very poorly all week hot & cold feverish, my side was very painful I checked yup there they were little blisters causing so much pain I just wanted to curl up into a ball. This is my second bout with them. I have medication but I feel like a truck ran over top of me. I can't get warm I shiver it hurts to move certain ways. I have spent a better part of the week in bed. I find that sleep is what my body is craving.
A few days good as new My immune system is crappy, Dr Ravi thinks because I have been battling these ugly blisters on my legs it has a lot to do with my feeling run down. Loading up on Vitamins....Sleep..which is where I am headed now..