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I asked for one thing, Respect!

Georgie

Reading some of the recent messages proved, once again, how strong you men and women are. I always knew it, but until I was diagnosed with lung cancer almost six years ago, I had no idea how strong I was. I had my 12th chemo treatment in a row yesterday, making a total of over the years of who-keeps-track? That to me is giving cancer too much power, and it's just a shitty part of me. I'm no longer friends with people who don't know how to laugh and who make federal cases out of pebbles in their shoe. You better have a joke to tell me when we meet. I have to see smiles, hear laughter, and feel hugs. It's so necessary because that's what helps to keep me going. I'm a great-grandma and many of my close friends have died. Many of the friends I made at the chemo clinic died, too, some because they didn't know how to fight. Others because it was their time, I guess. That hurts more than losing buddies I've had for decades because I know what those "sisters" and "brothers" went through. I know how some of their caregivers gave everything they had to keep their husband or wife alive... and couldn't. Do I hate my cancer? Not really. It taught me so much. I don't take people for granted anymore. I've had to learn to slow down and not be such a control freak. I love my husband more each day and know how lucky I am to have him, even though the old coot is hard of hearing and denies it! But who else would put up with me? I'm no walk on the beach to live with. Putting myself first isn't easy after decades of taking care of others, but at my age I can do it with his help. People, cancer is not stupid. Cancer is smart. Our job is to outsmart it any way we can. To me that means every morning when I wake up, my job is to remind myself to go to war and tell myself I'm smarter than my lung tumors. I'm trying to kill them with love. I surround them with red crystals and squeeze them tighter and tighter until they gasp and disappear. This visualization worked for me through two remissions, short as they were before, so I think it will work this third time. I'll find out when I go in for a PET scan within the next two weeks. I've had so many, I'm surprised I don't light up the room. How do I feel? Optimistic. As usual.