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Last year at this time I wrote an email to close friends sharing with them that I was going to have new breasts for my birthday.
That happened.
3 months later drains were pulled, bruising settled, incision puffiness calmed, right side hematoma had managed, and I could grasp what living with these bags of saline would entail.
Not for me.
Read More“Momma, why do you need to do radiation? I want to ride my bike to the end of the road and I can’t because you need to take the car to the bus. It is not fair! I want to ride my bike! It is NOT FAIR!”
Dragon, you are 150000% correct. It is not fair. It is not fair I need to be radiated for the FOURTH FUCKING TIME. It is not fair my mucosal lining is so taxed from the bone marrow transplant for Hodgkins I am on regular Imodium and bentonite clay courtesy of the immunotherapy. It is not fair I wrote a book about not feeding my “What If Monster” nearly 17 years ago and I am STILL negotiating with the SAME MONSTER - and I know how I am making it worse with these wallowing thoughts and that just makes me ANGRY.
Corinna, deep breath. Remember your vagal nerve release exercise!
I put my fingers on either side of my ears and gently rubbed up and down along the hairline until I yawned.
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My life vision is to love, be curious, identify my Cranky Monster, and be brave enough to speak from and for The Good.
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