MY FEET IN THE SAND: Fork In The Road

By those who've been around me socially or know me fairly well, when described, quickly I've been dropped into the category of moderately "boogie".  Now, to my White friends, in the Black community, "boogie" is short for bourgesie.  And we all know what that's supposed to mean, the creme de la crème, the upper crust, the best part.  For some, this label is a compliment, celebrated even.  For others not so much; it's another way of saying 'you're a snob who really doesn't have a pot to pee in or a window to throw it of.

I don't believe I'm "boogie".  I like what I like.  I don't take offense to the term, nor do I celebrate it.  It just is what it is.  I give this lesson to demonstrate how I've learned the valuable lesson of taking sweet care, not to judge.  And it was a fork that continues to teach me this lesson.

 

MY FEET IN THE SAND: 2 Down 2 To Go and Still Fighting Like A Girl!

At this writing I will have conquered two more cycles of chemo with two more to go.  I also must say To God Be The Glory or in cyberspace language TGBTG! these rounds are far more palatable as chemo goes.

Me and Dr. Callahan
Photos courtesy of Expressions of You

My first round from November, 2013 until January 2014 was pure Hell.  I was supposed to have six cycles but my Oncologist stopped at four.  My body couldn't take it.  I was hospitalized three times in that time period and my chemo schedule had been thrown way off.  As I stated before chemo (Taxotere and Cytoxan) was debilitating.  Fatigue was unbearable.  And coming from a person with high energy, active lifestyle always on the go, the slow down was unfathomable.  The pain was excruciating and the side effects were some of the most extreme cases my Doctor had seen.