So I was trying to get my shoe fixed today..
of which Murray had chewed (which btw would cost more than the shoe itself) so now my two favourite pair of cruise shoes are just a distant memory as I left my thongs on the beach walking Murray weeks ago…
Anyway, back to my story, the shoe repair guy (who described himself as Fabio) said to me “I’ve decided when I want to flirt with a girl” flattered I think
“I just take my hair down and tell them my hair looks better than yours” no longer flattered! And then he proceeds to take his long locks down which fall to the middle of his back and does the Fabio swish.
I tell him it’s even healthy, yeah I’m jealous.
And he he says
“Why don’t you just grow yours out”
I respond
“Dude! This is me growing it out! I’ve just had cancer”
He goes “Oh shit, way to dis a cancer survivor, now I just feel bad” meanwhile I feel better
“Can u fix the shoes for free then?” I ask
No deal. We part as even adversaries.
Happy days xx
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I was 21 and I was planning a wedding, buying a house and had a job interview for the job of my dreams on my 22nd birthday. You see I was being made redundant and had to find a new job by August. Especially with the new mortgage now. It was April. I worked for CML and my new job was a done deal. All I needed was a medical. And with that, just like that....my life was turned upside down and I was diagnosed with CML, ha ha, I know the irony. My hematologist had a laugh at that too. I had Chronic Myeloid Leukeamia, which was normally reserved for 70 year old men. Quite rare for a young adult to get, so how would they treat it? I underwent two separate trials until finally it was decided my best chance of survival (all be it only 50% chance), would be a MUD BMT (matched unrelated bone marrow transplant), now known as VUD Allograt (volunteer unrelated donor). I was told 21 years ago the chance of finding a match was 1 in 20,000 (and that is everyone was on the bone marrow donor registry). Scary odds. So being the risk taker I am I said "go for it". They found a match and that was my first miracle in this journey. The second miracle was, it worked - new blood type, two different DNA profiles and the miracle of medicine was reborn inside me. The third miracle is my son.
25 years on, I now face a new challenge. Breast Cancer. Certainly not the first person to have cancer, to have invasive ductile cancer, hormone receptive and HER2 +, or to even have a dual diagnosis. But this is not another Webiste about a cancer survivor, this is just my excuse to finally publicly write. Along the way I am hoping I can share some insights I have learnt over the years and at the same time, give you a good belly laugh.
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That could only happen to you. Your face would have been priceless 🙂
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