Cancer Brought Me To Colliape

Something amazing happens when I get to spend time with my sis….I forget all about having cancer or the poking and prodding that comes along with it.  Last week was the week of my regular bone density test, bone and CT scan as well as following up with my oncologist.  All the tests showed great results.  The doctor is urging me to consider a bone density drug called Xgeva.  I read up on everything and this one has numerous side effects, one being necrosis (rotting away) of the jaw (now my would anyone sign up for that).  All signs point to HELL NO.  My curiosity wants to know why a drug that claims to improve bone density will selectively destroy a jawbone.  Is it because people cannot physically see their other bones and the jawbone can become more visible as it deteriorates?  Sounds to me like the pharmaceutical industry is pulling the wool over peoples eyes.  They also state that while taking this particular drug that people are more prone to femoral and hip fractures…..the very thing they claim it is supposed to improve.  I will also like to add that this injection (eeewww) comes with a price tag average of $1700.00 every four weeks.  Again…..HELL NO.

Anyway….on to the sunny side of this story….

My sister met me in Dallas, we did some shopping and enjoyed good food (and a couple of trendy cocktails) in between trips to the medical center.  Three cocktails that really impressed me were a mezcal blood orange margarita with a small spoon of avocado cilantro, a tangerine infused champagne with a marigold garnish and a prickly pear margarita.

One of the things we REALLY love to do is visit thrift stores, unfortunately, the ones we found had nothing but junk so we came up empty-handed.  What we did find was a small marketplace outside of town that had an awesome little assemblage of shops with homemade candles and soaps (all the good stuff).  I bought a campfire scented candle which I absolutely LOVE.  FullSizeRenderI am ashamed at how much it cost so I’m not going to say (LOL).  At another shop had the pair of sunglasses I have searched a long time for (score). I always take random pics so here are a few from this trip.  I had to include a pic of Colliape, a little aloe vera plant that we rescued from a Mexican restaurant.  Someone had given her pink highlights and plopped her in an empty vegetable can.  We busted her out and she is now living happily on my back porch in a proper container waiting for the pinkness to grow out.  🙂 I cannot grasp how someone thought painting a plant was a good idea.

I can’t begin to say enough how much I needed a little time with my sister.  Even in the times I was being poked by needles and laying in scanners, all I was thinking about is the fun times we were going to have when all of it was finished.  She is truly the bestest.

Hope everyone has a super wonderful day 🙂

 

Algebra Aftermath

dust storm over lakeWOW!!  The wind has been CRAZY.  A small dust storm blew in.  House is clean except for the new dust that came with the storm, dinner made, then….&**$%*$#%—–I meant Algebra homework  :/  Now, I am a right-brain person and this is either really, really hard –or I am over-thinking it.  My  strategy for passing this class is to make 100 on all homework assignments in hopes that the final average is a 70.  Before starting this class, my confidence was high, I had a great attitude and was Train your mind to see good in every situationready to slay this monster.  That confidence turned to frustration and now I am coming to terms that maybe some people ‘just don’t get it’.  (Note to Self:  Think Positive) There came a point where I just had to STOP for today.  Turns out, my time was better spent prepping a few meal helpers for the week, skimming through an anatomy book and catching up with blogs.

Check out the ‘highlights’ from this past week.  It was fun being in the kitchen for sure. When creativity hit you gotta run with it.

EXCITED to have the opportunity to use the cute bowl my sister gave me which is actually meant for olives.  Plopped one on top–perfect.

GuacTHANKFUL that the leftover Brussel’s sprouts and spinach pasta made an awesome salad with cherry tomatoes and mozzarella pearls.

DISCOVERED that fresh Brussel’s sprouts are so much better.  I’ve cooked them before with seasoning but this time I left them plain. YUMMMM!!

EXPERIMENTED with fish cakes–went amazingly well.  Mixed three white fish (cod) filets, one individual package salmon, green onions and ground.  Was actually somewhat similar to a crab cake.

As far as school, Anatomy and Ethics are going really well–loving them both.  It’s just the ^)&^*&(*& Algebra.

Be Seein’ Ya

 

 

 

 

 

 

Funnel People

The funnel peoplepeace

A twisters twin

Exist in darkness

Angry and bitter

Jealous and unpredictable

Creating a path

Paved with destruction

No discrimination

Emotions tossed

Feelings of pleasure

From others’ pain

Retreats only

When all seems broken

But our resilience

Delivers us safely

The funnels fate

In kharmas hands

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Viable

Navigating life takes strength and bravery

An ever-changing mission

A team of one wearing many hats

The ability to endure the elements and be resourceful

To be viable in the most extreme conditions

Dependent and self-sufficient

Smiling confidently through difficulties

Persevering through obstacles

Remaining calm under pressure

Being thankful for each new day

V….Viable

I….I

A….Accept

B….Believe

L….Learn

E….Embrace

 

 

 

 

 

 

Small Town Reservations

Just married and looking for a place to call home, we scoured Texas looking for the perfect house. We were both raised in suburban areas so the charms of a smaller IMG_8068community beckoned us. Neither of us had reservations about leaving city conveniences behind and delivering ourselves into the welcoming arms of a small town. After an exhaustive search we found a cozy, stone, lakefront cabin in West Texas that was perfect. Although the town was severely limited, it did have a Walmart (no comment) and a few other stores for basic needs.  Quality restaurants and places to grab an adult beverage were pretty much non-existent (only beer here) but fast food and greasy home cookin’ were in abundance.

In October of 2015, we made the move. One of the first things we did was find a church. For the first few months we attended regularly and even assisted with a few church activities. The Christmas bake sale in particular sticks out in my mind. Baking is something that I loved to do am was good at it. This was a great opportunity to help raise IMG_7578some money for the church and have fun in the process. I baked mini versions of carrot cake with cream cheese icing, pineapple upside-down cake, and three variations of cookies. I meticulously wrapped each in a holiday- themed, cellophane treat bag, carefully tied with a ribbon  and attached a hand-crafted label. Excited and ready to help and mingle about with the other ladies, I headed to the church. When I arrived, a group of about 30 women were gathered at a long table in the gym working on packaging turkey dinners for the following day. As I approached the table with my treats for the bake sale, I said hello to everyone and……nothing. They kept working as if I wasn’t even there. Did I not speak loud enough? Did I somehow put on my invisible coat by mistake? The second time I singled out a lady, said hello, and explained to her that I  was here to drop off some items for the bake sale. Without even glancing up from her work and looking me in the eye, she pointed to a small area of the gym and said, “Put it over there with the others.” Almost in tears at this point I reluctantly walked over, placed my desserts with the others and quickly left. Thinking back, I should have just brought everything back home. I wanted so badly to go back up there and tell them how I was feeling but decided it was best to just leave it alone (that was hard to do).  We have not been back to church.  Since then I came to the realization (ah-ha moment) that church is wherever I want it to be and it’s working out beautifully.

On another occasion, I was asked by our realtor to join a few ladies for game night which I found to be fun….at first. Most of the women just wanted to gossip, ask questions and try to figure out what ‘my story’ was. When they figured out that I wasn’t going to sing like a canary, the invitations ceased. The whole thing never made sense to me anyway, pray before we play and then gossip. It should have been the other way around, play and gossip, then pray about gossiping. Truthfully, there have been too many similar things happen to us here.

Like I said in the beginning, we had no reservations about relocating and giving a small town life a shot. We do, however, have reservations about staying here any longer that we have to. Our misconception was believing in the illusion that small towns create of being united as a community, working together toward common goals and being one big happy family. Blah, blah, blah. Our town boasts, on TV and radio of all places, of being a thriving community full of possibilities. This is so far from the truth. New businesses open, yes, but rarely succeed because of small town politics and negative lip service. Growth could happen if the people would allow it but they make the choices that allow it to become stagnant. This is the case with many small towns and I find it very sad especially for the people of the community that REALLY try hard to make a difference.  One such person is my math instructor, she is awesome and goes above and beyond.

move forwardAs far as my husband and I, we have bigger goals and plan to relocate once I finish college in April. We both realize that all places have pros and cons but there is something out there that is a better fit for us and we intend to find it. For now, I have shielded myself with armor and refuse to let this town suck any more from my soul. Rant over.

Have a wonderful day. May the universe shower us with an abundance of  blessings. It’s freezing outside so I think grabbing a canvas and some paints sounds like a groovy idea.  🙂