Wednesday, March 27th


Even though I was dis-charged from my therapies at the end of July, it feels like it was 20 years ago.  Big deal, I’m in a wheelchair and I have a patch over my left eye. Doesn’t bother me.  My eye patch, most people notice that & stare at me, especially little kids.  Wheelchair is never noticed.  People see others in a wheelchair and think nothing of it, but how often do you see an eye patch………….almost never.


Oh well, stare at it, I don’t really care.  Yes, my therapies were difficult, my speech therapy is on going and I have a cat-scan later on this year.  I’m not out of the woods yet.  Everyone calls me a “hero, inspiration, miracle, etc”. Medically I guess I am, physically and mentally I’m not…………..yet.


I have to exercise twice a day, oh well, it’s good for anyone, cancer patient or not.  If I can do it, so can anyone else.


When I was going through my PT, OT, and ET, I would curse at myself if I couldn’t do something the right way. My PT, Robin, heard me get very frustrated with myself everyday, while walking with a walker and asked me “Will you dwell on this when you’re 90 years old?”  I guess not!  I’ve forgotten all about my cancer, just have to keep moving on.  Life didn’t stop for me or anyone.  Should it have?  No, I don’t think so.  I didn’t die, I made it, and I’m happy to be alive and to have been born, wasn’t so much before.


Two of my therapists wanted to put me on a special program.  They kind of did, without a pile of paper work.  For a while at the peak of my therapies I was doing physio therapy once a day Mondays and Tuesdays, twice a day, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Occupational therapy once, 5 days a week, twice on Mondays and Tuesdays.  Exercise therapy 2 times a week.  Thank goodness all of my therapists had the same E.D.O. Every 3rd week.  I would do terrible on Mondays and at the end of the week.  My body was just so incredibly tired at the end of the week.  Even Mei, my O.T., couldn’t believe I was at 17 therapies a week, when the previous blog started October 16th of 2011.  My therapists, Kim, brother, parents and everyone else saw me go through an evil thing, cancer, therapy, and depression.  My music therapist, Melinda, even saw me in tears one day, I was so sorry I had put Kim through all of this and I didn’t know how to make it better.  Kim and I didn’t see it coming, nobody did!


I went quite a while forcing myself to eat I was so bummed out and feeling sorry for myself.  For a day or two I had zero drive to eat anything at all.  I was at my parents house in bed, while my friends and family were in the kitchen baking thousands of cookies to fundraise for the “Relay for Life”.  Elka came in with some bananas and got the order from my mom to force me to have a banana so I did, slowly.  (Thanks again Gwen Stefani now I can spell bananas).  I was so confused before you released this song, I couldn’t figure out if the As or Ns were first?   Not really a fan of “that song” but the drum line is good.


This one is better “That Song”   This is the song you always asked me to show you Messer.


Yes, Redler, I did get quite thin. Corey and I were both quite thin at the 4 Seasons steak night, now I’m a bit larger than I was before cancer, (B.C.)!


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“There’s always someone else having a worse day than you or I”



“Hubby Boo Boo” aka Christopher

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