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What I want

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Just got back from a barbeque with friends. It was a lovely evening – filled with burgers and flames and salads and strawberries and cards and easy conversation. Ulrike made a sponge birthday cake, which Darren carried out with the candles lit. Zsolt stole chips from my plate while patting my hand. Laura impersonated a boxer with incredible accuracy, and I finally met Gareth long enough to chat.

It was a great evening. Good friends make for great evenings. And backyards – one day Zsolt and I will have a backyard with our own little vegetable patch (or herb garden) and we’ll invite friends round to enjoy a twilight meal.  Won’t that be wonderful?

Tomorrow I visit my surgeon’s clinic and discuss my pathology results. I’m throwing bombs and hoping for the best. If you don’t ask for the best, you’ll never get it – so I’m asking, telling, shouting and praying for the very best news possible. Safe margins and good news. That’s what I want.

Birthday girl

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Today is my birthday. I am now 28 years old.

And ten years ago I was turning 18, running off to the bars in Hull and having a great time with my friends. It was goodbye fake IDs (in Quebec) and hello all night dancing.  But even then I said to myself, ‘Eighteen? Man, I’m getting older.’

But today I don’t feel older. I feel like myself, same as yesterday with a pinch more experience, and while there are a few lines on my face that weren’t there ten years ago, getting older is welcomed, very welcomed. Every birthday is a gift.

Anyhow today I’m 28 years old, which is still very young and still oh-so-fresh, and hopefully that feeling never fades. I look forward to many more birthdays and many more breakfasts in beds and many more outings with all night dancing.

🙂 So that’s good news. More good news – my bandages are coming off. Okay, honestly I’m scared for this. Scared to have the sticky sides pull against my skin – scared at the idea that it might reopen my healing scar – scared at what I’ll see after the coverings have been removed.

It’s a big day in more ways than one.  A big day for me.

There was a little girl

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A long time ago, in a land far, far away (a magical nation of poutine, ice hockey and toques) I was a little girl who occasinally became sick. And when I was sick, if I really was sick, my mom would make chicken soup, and my dad would bring gingerale, and they’d say while stroking my forehead, “It’s no fun being sick, eh kid?”

And those few words, whether I was nauseous or feverish or sniffing with a cold – they always made me feel a little bit better.

Just like now. My mom is here, and she’s making me meals, bringing me supplements, and pushing me to exercise. She hasn’t said it’s no fun being sick, kid (that was my dad’s thing) – but she’s told me it is okay to be angry, and okay to be sore, and okay not to be okay all the time.

And that makes me feel a little bit better. Actually, it makes me feel a whole lot better.

So FYI Mom – your help has been invaluable. INVALUABLE.  And FYI Dad – your treatments are really helping, really, really. I’ve been able to cope with so much more after working with you both.

And while there is more to say, and more that’s gone on, these two deserve a post of their own.

Thanks Mom and Dad.