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Dena's Blog

Well, the plan originally was to blog about the process of dealing with the tumor in my throat.. things change, right? Now, although I'll write considerably less (I hear your sighs of relief!), I'm still going to be writing because I have learned .. that I am, above all else, a mere human .. and so are you and we might share more than you could imagine .. so I'm going to continue sharing my life .. whistling in the dark and listening for a responding whistle confirming that I'm not as alone as it sometimes feels!

Oh .. THAT was fun .. NOT!!!

A neighbor generously gave me a ride to the hospital. I’d never met either he or his wife but I posted a request for some help on a neighborhood group. He offered and I gratefully accepted. It was nice to have someone to talk to and to distract me .. we talked about – what else? Music!! So I’m there the requisite 2 hours early and sat in the waiting room alone and nervously tapping my foot and watching the clock. It kept ticking and I kept waiting. How is it that when you’re

Sigh .. decisions .. decisions ..

Tests done – check, consultation with primary doctor – check, find surgeon – screeching brakes!!! Sometimes I really question my decision making skills. In 2014 I hired two different “publicists.” The first one easily revealed what a mistake I had made .. right off the bat and while somewhat expensive, it obviously wasn’t expensive enough because I turned around 5 months later and made another very poor decision. Anytime someone is rude to you, run! Disrepectful? Run! Aren’t

Life happens! Yes, it certainly does .. multiple times!!

So, I’ve known about this tumor for quite some time and I’ve known that it was having a less than positive effect on my body BUT .. sometimes you just get tired of dealing with STUFF!!! After the 2nd round of breast cancer (what’s UP with that stuff anyway?), I made my mind up that I was done all the medical crap! Didn’t I deserve a break? Round #1 came 4 years after the car wreck that changed my life permanently. Hell, I battled for two years to learn how to walk and talk ag