So ... I didn't post yesterday (I must admit, I had mild withdrawals between much-needed snooze fests - I am toooootally digging this forum - true confessions. And I love the word "digging" - retro and all of that)... where was I? Ah yes, not posting. My cranium was feeling yucky/poopy/fuzzy - and not hung over yucky/poopy/fuzzy (aaaah, those were the days ... of my youth! After a really goooooooooooood party - did I just admit that?? WTF. There. I said it. Seeing some pics of my cousins' kids on FB and some old pics of Yours Truly and some old pals and wow - does it bring back some fond memories!), but kind of combo Low-Pressure-Ha-Ha-We-Are-Going-To-Press-Down-On-Your-Somewhat-Tender/Compromised (but NOT intelligence wise - let's just clarify that - just sayin'. And thank you for tuning in)-Astrocytoma-Filled-Cranium. So, I took advantage of the sh**ty weather here, popped an ibuprofen or two and counted cute little lambs - ok, seriously, HOW cute is this photo? How can you not smile? Right? On another unrelated note (and what else is new?), 400 mg ibuprofen is not available here in the US of A. Nope. Only 200 mg. Guess the feds or whoever regulates drugs here are fearful that folks will OD on anti-inflammatories ... that makes me giggle. Then again, I am leaving it there before I make more comments that may be misconstrued as ... ahem ... well you know ...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand .... on to the next topic ....(there are a bunch of things I miss about My-Home-And-Native-Land if you catch my drift....) :-)
Been giving some thought to the whole Brain Tumor Thing (Tumour for my Canadian pals/family, and yes, for me, it's a Proper Noun - makes it Official and Important - hmmm ... maybe I should make it lower case ... then, it gives it less importance ... hmmm.... discuss....) and the fact that there is really not that much information out there. Truly. So, it got me to thinking - why would that be? Is it simply statistics? i.e. law of averages? Survival rates? Not sexy? Now, please - I do not say that to garner any kind of response - God's honest truth. There just really isn't that much information out there. There is all kinds of information out there on other types of The Big C - and evidently lots more funding, resources, support groups and the like. I guess it's a simple case of simple economics; supply and demand. The 5 or 6 percent or whatever the freaking number is - who cares, really? Again, I don't say that to sound pouty or whiny or "waaa ... why me?" - I swear on my dear, departed Mother's grave (God bless you, Mama). And you may be wondering - and rightly so - what the hell is the point, please? Getting there ... hang with me ....
That line of thinking morphed into the quintessential stream-of-consciousness line of thought (mon amour is twitching and thinking "uh oh"), about the whole question of what I was supposed to do when I grew up. Here I am, a middle-aged broad, facing her mortality and questioning "What's It All About Alfie?" and how I am going to use my time - whatever I have left and only He knows for sure - the most effectively, make a real freaking difference, not waste time on bull s**t (already starting to do the high colonic cleanse - in a philosophical sense, as it were - thank GOD for All-Bran. OK ... are you thinking "whoa! Too much info!@" Truth is, it's important when you are middle-aged. For the younger folks, take note. And then, I imagine there are those who are scratching their noggins thinking: "She is talking about poo!" I'm a 10-year old boy at heart - which is why I married Mon Amour - because we giggle relentlessly about poo, arse barking (new word for fart), and goofy laugh-out-loud stuff like that ...) ....all kidding aside, and again, I do not float that sentiment out there for sympathy - I see this forum as my opportunity to perhaps use what some folks are telling me that I can do in a positive, beneficial way. And by that I mean, I have worked in jobs my whole life where I was the gal who was the philosophical one in the back seat of the car who asked repeatedly "are we there yet? are we there yet? are we there yet? are we there yet? ...." - like Bart Simpson - until finally someone said "For GOD'S sake, someone HELP her and get her off my back!" ... tenacity is a good thing when s**t is important, right?
And, some folks (humbly, graciously and thank you profoundly - truly - thank you, merci, gracias, grazie...) have told me that perhaps, Yours Truly, can adequately put pen to paper, as it were, and get an effing point across. All that to say - I am ruminating/chewing/tossing that around in my cranium which is feeling marginally better today (although my ass is going to be sooooooooo sore tomorrow - I haven't worked out in I-Cannot-Admit-That-In-This-Forum-Because-I-Am-Too-Embarrassed and I mowed the lawn today ...hence, the stream-of-consciousness, accompanied by Lady Gaga, Madonna, INXS, Pink Floyd ... et cetera ...) ....and giving thought to how I might use some of my talents to give back to the community and help those folks who may be thinking the same things I am but don't know where to turn, to whom to turn, all of that kind of stuff ... all that to say, ruminating on how I might do the right thing and help someone...
And on that happy note, I will leave you fine, fine folks to the rest of your glorious day, and again, a fond Happy Mother's Day to all the awesome mothers out there - a bajillion (remember, that is a God's honest number) merci's, grazie's, gracias's (say that five times fast), thank you's, Danke Schoen's ... for everything YOU do!
And today's closing courtesy of the Uber awesome Racherella. Sending you all love, hugs, kisses and warm embraces - love you all thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much ... and then some. PS when my hair falls out and grows back, it is going to be blonde .. just sayin' ...
Cancerella cut it up one time
xoxoxo
Love from Cancerella and Schifoman (Her Amour/Marito)
Well...let's just say I wouldn't want to be a suitor on a first date with you! (Heavy, man!)
ReplyDeleteAll kidding aside, the question of 'how am I making the world a better place?' is one that I ruminate on all the time. I've been trying to get work "on the side" to teach writing, thinking it would be a good thing to help people who firmly believe "I can NOT write" actually do it. But, alas, I've only had interest from one community college so far, and that was for day hours. (I'd like to keep my day job, thank you.)
So, I did some research and, rather than launching a new project with the fabulous Tap Root Foundation as I've done in past, I'm lending writing and editorial services to a small non-profit that promotes arts education in urban schools. I hope this means I can help them get some big bucks to ensure that kids learn singing, dancing, painting, and yes! writing when tax dollars won't.
I think, however, that the world is a better place because I occasionally say something funny. And, while it's nice to put a mark on the world, the indelible ones are always made one-to-one. So keep the laughs coming, sister! It really brightens my day!
XO
Mille grazie for your reply, Racherella, and for the keen insight into your amazing philanthropic efforts - very admirable indeed - and especially with an energetic (and adorable!!) two-year old....just feeling rather introspective these past couple of days ...part of the territory and the journey, with This Thing in My Head...it's all cyclical and part of the turf, and why this blog is serving as part therapy at times. While most days are happy, others are more reflective. On the positive side, whilst reflecting, I am finding more positive than not..I just need to get through the next few weeks/months and I truly want to do something worthwhile ...not being very articulate at the moment (need dinner!) ...thank you for the support!!!! xoxoxoxo
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