Massage, Muscle Relaxants & Merlot

The headache is still here but we're taking a different approach. Massage, muscle relaxants and Merlot. Oh wait, I don't think Dr. Eaton mentioned Merlot. I guess that wouldn't be such a good combination. We are going to try to relax my headache away...I'm liking the whole idea. Even if it doesn't make the headache go away, it will still feel good. I told Dr. Eaton I didn't feel like I had a lot of stress on me now that I'm not working and he reminded me that now I have the whole day to think about IT. I reminded him that I'm much too busy to think about IT.

Maybe we should stop talking about cancer on this blog. The only problem with that is, this website has given me a place to put hopes, dreams, awareness and information out to those who really want to know what's going on. Though cancer slaps us awake each morning, we are able to go to sleep each night knowing that we are doing the best we can with what we have been given. I hope you are doing the same with whatever is on your platter.

I think we've all had a "cancer" in our life before. Sometimes it comes as bad cells. Other times it comes as a divorce, a terrible neighbor, another debilitating disease, the loss of a job or some other life changing way. Whatever form your cancer comes in, know that there is always a treatment plan to get you on track for recovery. Mine has been Tarceva.

During the past hour that I've been sitting at the computer, 19 people died of lung cancer. Many who look very much like me. 80% of all non-smokers diagnosed with lung cancer are women. These are staggering statistics. I'm not sure how to solve the mystery of why people who never smoke get lung cancer, but I'm not going to stop working on it as long as I'm here. I plan on living to help save others. Big job for a girl from a small town like Stanwood...but I've got great teammates.

I guess I'd better go lay on ice for a while. I'm trying all the remedies you've sent me. Later on, it will be a bed of broken glass. :)

Love you more than all the dead flowers in the pots on my porch. (I think I know what tomorrow's job will be)

Dreaming Big,
Dor