**This post was transferred from the now defunct "The Long Ease" blog.** Well, today SHOULD HAVE been Treatment Day #24... but things don't always go according to plan... Yesterday, as I sat across from Ryan during our Labor Day breakfast at our corner diner, I was feeling pretty great. Like, finally feeling like I knew for sure that I was getting better. No doubt in my mind. I even felt comfortable saying it out loud. That was an awesome feeling. After breakfast, we went to run some errands, and I started to feel a little "bleh" in the belly. Bloated and uncomfortable by the time we got home, I was in and out of the bathroom for a couple hours. Ryan guessed that I probably got a mushroom in my omelette somehow. Not hard to believe and the symptoms seemed similar to the mushroom situation. But as the day went on, I started to feel like it was less gastric upset, and more the same stupid lower abdominal pain that has accompanied my last several infe
Big apologies to any of my old followers who were following this blog via email updates or whatever. I decided that I was never going to return to my "The Long Ease" blog, and rather than continuing to pay for two domains, I just transferred all of those posts over here. Didn't occur to me til I finished that I lost all of the original comments I received during my HBOT... oops! Regardless, I'm back to not posting on just ONE blog again. Which I'm sure will make not reading everything I don't post on both sites a lot less time consuming for everyone. Honestly, though, I've actually been thinking a lot about this blog the past week. Partly because I am trying to just be more positive in general, but probably moreso because we are coming up on my 5 YEAR diagnosis anniversary. My Cancerversary. The magical 5 year mark where they'll let you start thinking about things like being eligible for life insurance again and whatnot. I haven't really plan
...because something else really got under my skin today and I clearly need to vent about it or I won't be able to focus enough to do the things I need to do today. So... let's go back in time, shall we, to late last summer. One of my best friends ' first child was born with some issues. Lil Spencer spent many a day in the NICU. While he was there, his terrified mother and my dear friend repeatedly made requests on facebook and the like that if people were so inclined to pray for her newborn son. Or if not the praying type, to send positive thoughts, good juju, whatever was right for them to send. I liked that. I liked the way she did that. "Please do what makes sense for you and within your beliefs to send some hope to my child." Now jump ahead a few months to when I was sick. From day one, people were praying for me. To a god (or gods) I don't believe in - not even in the slightest. But those prayers made sense for them - and I truly believe t
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