Saturday, May 18, 2013

Being thankful for small things - reprise/round two/sounding familiar/lather-rinse-repeat!

Well first and foremost, a very happy birthday to the dearly departed Queen Vicky, and a toast to her memory. Cheers! For my American pals, this weekend - called the "Victoria Day Weekend" in My Home and Native Land, as I think I may have mentioned in a post a couple of nights ago - is really the kick-off long weekend to the summer season for my fellow Canucks, and the time when folks plant up their gardens, open up their cottages/summer homes, enjoy a long weekend with friends and family, and drink a looooot of cold, frosty beer (hic!) Here's to Vicky/Vicki!

So, on a completely random note, I woke up this morning and lo and behold, my wedding ring finger was completely swollen, unbendable and freakin' sore! I mean OUCH - or as my pals with young ones might say, "ouchy!" Yes, that one and only finger that on one beautiful day in October 1991 - gosh, I remember it like it was yesterday, I really do! -  my dear sweet hubby - resplendent and rockin' in his tuxedo, and sporting a smoking hot 90's porn 'stache, in the presence of our family, friends and the Good Lord above (hallelujah!) slipped that blessed, gorgeous tri-gold band on to, and said in a loud, clear voice: "with this ring, I thee wed....yadda yadda yadda...let's party!" So, I'm wondering to myself this morning - what the HELL happened to my blasted (sorry Jesus) finger? I mean, did I happen to mention... OUCH!?! Waaaaa...me sore!! Waaaaa! Now, I must also sidebar here and say that in the nearly-22-years that Mon Amour et moi have been married, I have taken my ring off twice - God's honest truth; the first time, when I had the lumpectomy in October 2011 ("happy anniversary Honey! Getting some work done on the boobies - oh wait; nope, just one! And oh, I need to take my ring off..."), and the second time, just five weeks ago when Dr. M. strapped me down on that table ("Oooooh, Rhett! You are so forceful!! Rawwrrr"), drilled that hole in my head, and then stitched me up, glorious nubs and all. So, the fact that I cannot remotely persuade, coax or cajole that ring (just for fun) to budge past my knuckle - I mean, it's going NOwhere - my finger is 1.5 times the size it normally is, and it freakin' hurts like hell; well, I'm doing the proverbial head-scratching - with my right hand, natch, because my left hand is too g-d sore (sorry Jesus) - and wondering what UP??


So, it got me to thinking ... about my toenail. What's the connection you ask? Well, when I had the seizure back in March and somehow managed to rip the toenail off my big toe (wow, am I thankful that I was in la-la land when THAT happened....and I'm still pissed off that I will miss open-toed shoe season completely....dang it!!), well, it got me to thinking about how I had always taken little things for granted; little things like my toenails, for example. Sounds goofy and perhaps mildly freakish, but it's about perspective. This morning, when my finger was soooooooooore (ouchy), it got me to thinking the same thing - about perspective. And how much I love my fingers and specifically, about mobility and when one of my fingers is sore or when that mobility is negatively impacted, how it makes doing simple things rather ... well ... slow; it also made me think about having to be careful about doing something as simple as washing my hair - gee, we have come full circle here - back to the hair! All kidding aside, the lesson I have re-learned, and that has come back into sharper focus is to continue to be thankful - each and every day! - for every little thing I can still do: See. Hear. Walk. Talk. Eat. Laugh. And TYPE! - all great and awesome gifts for which I need to continue to thank Him/Her - oh, that and hair, while I still have it. :-) (By the way, my finger is feeling a little better - still swollen but it's not a throbbing, pulsating mess - on the ouchy scale, it's a 5)

And ...as I have no idea what caused this ouchy thang to happen, my story is this (are you ready?). Last night, as I slept, my cancer-fighting persona (i.e. the non-Cinderella half), sleek and trim and Uber fit, clad in black leather and looking AWESOME (if I do say so myself - hey, she's my fantasy persona!) was kicking the absolute S**T out of Itsnotta, Romut, Svulst, The Tuuuummmaaa, That-Mass-In-My-Brain, Beotch-Cancer.... that Miserable-Are-You-KIDDING-Me-It's-Cancer?? in my head. Power of positive thinking right? There's a part of me that believes that if I visualize myself confronting those evil beotch cancer cells and literally kicking them in the solar plexus, or the cajones (in the proverbial sense of course), then, it will help me get through the next few months, as I fight this thing. There you have it.


.... Oh, and during the fight, I got a boo-boo ... and that's how I ended up with a swollen ring finger.







And on that happy note folks, I will bid you all a wonderful evening. Thank you again - for reading; for humoring/humouring me!; for your awesome, wonderful, sweet, funny comments; for your friendship, support and love; for YOU!!! Hubby and I continue to be humbled by your outpourings of support and love and we count our blessings daily and thank the Good Lord above for YOU ... thank you all .. .and to our family and friends in Canada, wishing you a spectacularly good long weekend!

Tonight's closing courtesy of  Ms. MS ... as the treatment time approaches, thought it apropos to use the sign-off .... (and the ever-effervescent and Uber creative Racherella put forward a number of awesome suggestions for the Six-Week-Fun-Fest .... might as well keep it fun and creative, right? So stay tuned for those ...) :-)

Radiating Happiness and Positive Chemo-tions

Cancerella (and Her Trusty Knight in Shining Armor/Armour aka The Dude Who Drives Ms. Daisy)
xoxoxoxoxo

6 comments:

  1. Great graphics and our wedding shot is a fantastic touch! Lotsa hair and that stache!
    Love you.

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    1. I remember that day like it was yesterday. The BEST party ever! All of our dearest family and friends in attendance, lots of love, hugs, kisses, good tunes, good wine ...and yes, lots of hair! :-) Love you too ...and when I shave my head, I think you should grow your 'stache again. Just for fun. :-)

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  2. It was a beautiful day, remember it well. Great wedding and amazing vehicle.
    Hope your finger gets better soon. What's up with you and the nail thing?

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    1. We have some great video (oh my gosh - do you remember good old VHS video?!) of you and Erin dancing ....I'll see if Drew can find a way to send you that clip ...it's classic! I think we're all dancing to the Time Warp. :-) ...it was a great day on so so many levels!!!! :-)

      Ah yes...the toenail ...when I had the seizure March 9, I must have hit my foot on the coffee table ....when I came to - surrounded by paramedics, the cops and dear sweet Drew, I looked down at my foot - it was a bloody mess ....guess I rammed my foot into a piece of furniture and ripped that baby off. It's starting to grow back but wow, talk about taking those babies for granted! :-)

      Sending you and Uncle Pat a bone-crushing hug. xoxoxx (and thanks for following ...MWAH!!!! Love you boatloads and more and more with each passing year...) :-)

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  3. And we love you and will be with you through this fight to kick cancer's ass. Unfortunately Uncle Pat will be away working next weekend or we'd try to grab a visit with you but we also know how tough it is to see everyone.
    Looking forward to your next blog.
    Drew must be watching hockey.
    Lots of love.

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    1. Thanks Aunt Sandi. :-) You may be tiny but you are fierce and I LOVE that about you!! :-) We are going to be down Guelph/Kitchener/Hamilton way this weekend vs Ottawa but next time we are in your neighbourhood, a visit is definitely in order! Sending much love and many hugs your way. xoxo

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