check on it ~
“You can look at it as long as you don’t GRAB IT”
I’ve quoted Queen Bee in spirit of the American elections this week. It’s self explanatory if you don’t get it.
We as Canadians will be waking up to a different world on Wednesday, November 9th – regardless of which way it goes. Apparently on Monday night, bars all over the world are going to be packed with people watching this shit show, that I call entertainment, as it unfolds late into the night. I for one will be glued to my TV since I’ve watched all three debates, therefore I have to see the finale!
My kids had great outfits this Halloween. My daughter was Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad, and my son was Donald Trump in a prisoners outfit. The best part is when people opened the door to give out candy he said “vote Trump!” and they all broke out laughing!
November is not traditionally a very good month for me. November for some reason has always tested me. Why? Many reasons but the main one is #sexybreastcancer…November 14, 2013 to be exact. I’m hoping to change up my luck…so I’ll tell you two stories, one that happened yesterday, the other one happened last week.
You can be the judge if you think the first one is good…the second was awesome!
Yesterday I went to see my plastic surgeon because I’ve been unhappy with my left tit. It looks like a shriveled up potato…like the kind people stuff nylons with to make a face…here’s a visual:
It obviously doesn’t look exactly like that but close if you minus out the nose and the eye and turn it sideways.
Don’t laugh…it’s the truth – no sarcasm here! But it’s part of the recovery of breast cancer treatment. Getting my ovaries removed accelerated weight gain which in turn, turned my beautiful new ‘boob’ into a potato head.
The good news ~ I will have it fixed….FAT GRAFTING aka LIPOSUCTION from my stomach to correct Mr. Potato Head.
Now I know other cancer patients may be jealous…but don’t be I still will have no feeling and will have to do more surgery down the road.
I just pray to God and the universe that the doctor while sucking out fat form my stomach will keep going and suck out all areas of unwanted cellulite….hahaha…
Wish me luck! It may take a while and there is a long list of #sexybreastcancer women ahead of me.
I was invited as a guest speaker to speak to a group of women at the Ottawa chapter of an organization called Zonta Club of Ottawa last Wednesday night. It is part of a larger organization called Zonta International.
Here is their mission and vision statement:
Zonta International is a leading global organization of professionals empowering women worldwide through service and advocacy.
Zonta International envisions a world in which women’s rights are recognized as human rights and every woman is able to achieve her full potential.
I’m so down with that!
As part of its mandate to improve the education and the professional status of women, the Zonta Club of Ottawa established an annual bursary and awards program, as well addressing violence against women and elder abuse.
Wow how nice of them to think of me! Thank you Dr. North and Zonta members for the great welcome and dinner, it was truly an honour to be a part of this.
I met a couple of ladies after the talk who wanted to share their breast cancer stories with me. I love this! As I always say ~ story telling is everything, more importantly, feeling validated is everything.
I’m happy that my story resonates with people, and not just with breast cancer patients and survivors but mothers, grandmothers, caregivers…you know pretty much anyone who has been affected by cancer…so basically EVERYONE!
I had 20 minutes to speak but my friend told me I went over my time limit and hijacked the women for almost 45 minutes…lol…I thought I was under time.
The thing is I asked in advance if I should prepare a deck. I was told it wasn’t necessary…phew ~ thank the lord…I wouldn’t have minded but winging it is more my style.
It’s not that I didn’t take it seriously, I did, it’s just that I know my story, I know the intricacies of my cancer life and the one of my husband. I can rhyme it off in my sleep ~ diagnosis dates, surgeries, appointments, good days, bad days, all days…they’re imprinted in my memory like a rolodex of significant events like others would have ~ anniversaries, first kiss, new jobs, divorce, engagements, etc. I have these dates memorized as well, I just have and extra calendar of cancer events.
I knew what they wanted to hear ~ how I got to Hollywood to cover the Stand Up to Cancer event. So I told them in 45 minutes..lol!!
At the end (when I finished babbling) there was a Q & A and someone asked me what my mantra was….good question…I had never thought of a mantra…hhhmmmmm
I’ll steal one from my neighbor who is a total boss women:
NEVER GIVE UP!
The other two things that kept me going but I’m not sure if you would call it a mantra is rest, and of course a good book or a great song.
I could be feeling like complete shit but if I put on a favourite song, I’d be in a better mood or a good head space instantaneously.
Thank you Wendy for coming with me and keeping me in check! I love you xo
Here’s a photo when they graciously gave me a beautiful yellow rose:
Queen Bee – need I say more…