Sorry to post this so late. The day got away from me, and then I couldn't get the computer from Ian and his homework. Monday was filled with tension. Ed hadn't packed up yet to leave for Albany, Ian was running late, and I didn't feel that good. The squabbling began early, not even Good Morning was said. The boys feeling the weight of the day, I guess. Ian headed off to school, Ed buzzing around getting the list together. Moving the car. Me doing laundry, and packing him up to go. Half way through packing I hit the wall. I so didn't want him to go. Ed's left so many times for months at a time. This is silly, only 6 weeks. Home on Sunday nights, all day Mondays, it's not that bad, but somehow this seems so hard. I had to shake it off. Ed feels guilty enough about going away.
So I turned to my FB, email, and there, from the Organizing for America, a request to call your Senators and Congressmen. Tell them to support President Obama on Health Care Reform. So I did. I spoke with John from Sen. Gillibrand's office and told him my story (in a nutshell of course) and asked if I could give my blog address to the Senator. My goal became clear. I was challenged to contact Michelle Obama, I did. Now I want it to viral, I want it to be read by all of Capitol Hill. My story is just one of millions. I have friends who also have breast cancer, but I also have friends who are suffering with other cancers, fighting the fight, fearing not the prognosis, but the cure; the cost of the cure. How will we make it financially? So many people who struggle with this day in and day out. The original Norma Rae just died fighting for her rights, just as she did so many years ago for better protections in her work place. She did fighting her insurance company for the treatment she needed for her brain cancer. They wouldn't cover it, and it delayed her treatment, and now she is dead because an insurance company whom she paid into with her hard earned money was somehow not good enough. This is madness.
So went to SGI Center to chant. I met a gentleman whose story is amazing. To look at him, one would never think, "What is wrong with this man?" The answer would be "Nothing." But this man is living with 9% kidney function, he is on a waiting list for a kidney. He has to wait for someone to die so he can live. He does dialysis everyday. He is strong, handsome, gentle, and kind. He inspires me. I drew strength from him. His radiant smile and his unending hope, yes, hope. It is the Possibility that keeps him going. So with that, I dwell, once again, in possibility. I must not give in to this cancer and all the complications that will follow from treatment. Where is the victory in that?
Then to return home to find out that Patrick Swayze lost his battle with cancer...such a loss. He showed us all how to fight, fight to the end, and live your life. Live it to its fullest and to its completion. He took a whole lotta love with him. He was a wonderful man, and was the man of many a woman's dreams. Sorry hubbys out there, but he was really hot, sexy, and boy could that boy DANCE!~
The house was quiet last night, no Ed, Ian doing homework. The bed seemed absolutely enormous. Can't be too happy, just realizing how much time is wasted on the trivial.
Nite!
Love and Light
Melissa
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