Observation 1.: it is impossible to weed where your fat dog is lying!😂🐕
Observation 2: do not wear overalls when you are trying to drink 2 litres of water a day!🌊
I spent the weekend in the sun, weeding between the pavers and picking through my brain, to my favourite tunes. And I feel great.
I am reaping the benefits of whole foods, lots of water, vitamin D and accomplishment. Trying to reduce the inflamtion by resting and semi detoxing has helped my knee. Doing has helped my sense of worth and finally honestly talking to my husband has cleansed my soul.
We have finished the painting of our redecorating project and should have it looking almost complete next weekend (except I keep adding things to the list).
I have a new feeling of gratitude and trust in the process thanks to all the people around me who have been listening.
I do believe this is truly the start of something new!
Happy days xx
Published by Debra Mesecke
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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