We’ll I watched this last week but on total recall it doesn’t seem as stupid this week as it did. Set in 2036 (but made in 1993) all things bad for you were banned including hand shaking due to personal hygiene. Mean while my son is still at footy training with Glenelg who obviously haven’t got the message yet!😷
As for me I’m 4th pumped session in and they are still NOT even. Dr thinks I’ve had 250ml so far but I’ve definitely only had 4 visits of 50ml each. Hopefully next week we’ll be caught up and pumping both. Today I got the all clear to drive and swim but no laps 🥳 great news given the weather for my last week off before I’m due back at work (if work’s still there).
Went to the supermarket for normal shop today and was blown away at the ridiculousness. Feels surreal this is actually happening 🤪
Stay safe everyone, follow the rules, don’t panic, use common sense and we will have …
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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