Thursday, September 24, 2015

Saturday, September 19, 2015


My prayer for you, YES Y-O-U, is that you'll
take time to baby yourself today. Do something to
make you deserve to re-member who you really
were before the "C Word." 
Take care of you! 
Baby steps, Beloveds...

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Throwback Thursday - A Halloween Revelation - 11/1/12

Had a blast last night!  I made a big pot of home made (from scratch) black beans, Ropa Vieja and yellow rice for dinner.  Kathleen came over to join me for a pre-trick-or-treating meal.

Rose is not one to want to wear costumes.  I discovered that last year when I bought her a Bumble Bee costume and she absolutely hated it.  My dear friend, Judith, a retired therapist reminded me, "Now, Jodi. That is because she knows that dogs are not supposed to wear clothes."

This year, Kathleen brought her dog's old chicken / rooster costume for Rose to try on.  The picture above is the first shot. She was not a happy camper. She was frozen in place!  I kept taking a few pictures and Kathleen and I tried to coax her to move but she just sat there and wouldn't move a muscle.  No baby talk. No offer of treats.  Nothing would coax my girl off of that chaise!

She was not havin' it!  Then, I heard my neighbor, Bubba outside and told Kathleen that would be the REAL trick!  She loves Bubba!  So, I snapped her leash on her and she slowly walked to the door and then froze in the middle of the stoop.  Of course, Bubba and his wife, Brittany loved her and tried their best to get her to move, but Rose was a frozen chicken.

She sat outside with us while we handed out candy to the kids, and, although she enjoyed seeing other dogs wearing their Halloween finest, she didn't want to be a part of it.

Once I removed her costume, she was back to her normal self.  When I got into bed, I did my meditation and prayers.  Then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit me!  I was alot like Rose before cancer.  I, too, was a frozen chicken!  Scared of the unknowns.  Frozen by fear of failure.  But, once I shed my "costume of fear," everything started falling into place.

Although I cannot promise there will be no other costumes for Rose in the future,  I can promise that I will continue affirming that everything happens for a reason and there are lessons to be learned and wonderful experiences that are yet to be!  Thank you, Rose for reminding me of this!

P.S. - For my costume, I wore scrubs and a stethoscope and thought I was a nurse, until one of the kids came up to get their candy and announced, "Oh, cool!  You're a doctor!" Leave it to a little one to raise up the vibrational level ... out of the mouths of babes!  "Why, YES! I AM a doctor!" 

Thursday, September 10, 2015

Throwback Thursday - Angels Along The Way - 8/30/12

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Angels Along The Way ....

All along this journey, I've encountered many angels in human-form. Too many to name. My first angel came to me via my local Leukemia & Lymphoma Society chapter. After my hospitalization, I didn't feel as if my first oncologist was on the same page as me, so I called LLS to try to find another doctor. Although they don't give referrals, they were so helpful and offered to send me material to read, told me about their financial assistance program, and before we ended our call, the resource person said, "Jodi, would you like me to have one of our volunteers give you a call who may have a cancer such as yours?" When I told her of the rarity of my particular type, she said that she'd put me down on her list anyway. I thanked her for her assistance. About an hour later, the phone rang. I answered it. "Hello, Jodi. My name is Dick Post and I was referred to you by the local LLS chapter. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to share my story with you." He told me a little bit about himself and then he asked about my situation. When I mentioned that I was only the 201st person to be diagnosed with SPTCL, he said, "Although I don't have your particular kind of lymphoma, I want to tell you my story." Mr. Post said, that ten years ago to the date of our conversation, he developed a lump as well as some other symptoms. I got goosebumps! HIS story eerily reminded me of what I was in the midst of! He asked me about my doctors and I said that I'd just made an appointment for a second opinion the following day. When I told him the oncologist's name, he said, "Jodi, that is the VERY doctor who saved my life! You are going to be in good hands!" More goosebumps! Mr. Post said that this doctor hospitalized him, and after countless tests and no answers, he called in a team of doctors from all over the country ... they discovered that his form of lymphoma was the rarest of all - he was the FIRST patient to be diagnosed with it! Suddenly, being "Patient # 201 paled in comparison. Mr. Post gave me just what I needed at that time ... a feeling of HOPE that I would get better. A sense of caring. He called me many times over the course of the next few months until I moved away. I can never thank him enough for being my special angel!
Bless you, Mr. Post!

Mr. Post has since passed away,
 but his spirit lives on in the lives he's touched...

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Turn It On, Baby!


Ever notice how life goes on  even in our darkest hours? is funny like that! 
Step into the light and try to find a reason to smile today.... 
You are loved!

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Throwback Thursday From 9/7/12 - I AM THE LIGHT!

From the time that I was diagnosed until only recently, I refused to have my picture taken. The medications that were used in my treatment, distorted my body and made me unrecognizable. I didn't know the face that I saw looking back at me in the mirror. I felt ugly. Hideous. Bloated like a Macy's Thanksgiving Day balloon. I gave up hope that I'd ever get back to the real me. My self-esteem was at an all time low. It was hard to imagine what the future held for me. Cancer can make you feel unworthy. Un-loved. Alone. Last October, I was weaned off of one of my treatment medications because it was doing more harm than good. It affected my liver and kidneys and I decided, along with my oncologist, that I wanted to give my body a break from these toxic meds. He reminded me that there is "no cure" for SPTCL. That we can always try other drugs if need be. That once it gets aggressive, there is no turning back. I left his office stunned. I've always maintained a positive outlook from the very beginning, and now I had my doctor there to remind me of what "will" happen to me. On the long drive home, I replayed his message over and over in my head. I became increasingly depressed. I'd recently begun to feel less effects from the meds and thought I was on the upswing. Now I was being told otherwise. A torrential rainstorm cropped up and I had to pull to the side of the road. The windshield wipers were a backdrop to the driving rain, which only worsened my mood. I began to cry. No, not a normal cry. Deep, sobbing, take-your-breath-away cries. I called my friend and asked her to meet me at a local coffee shop. When she arrived she wanted to know how my appointment went. I explained what the doctor told me and I started to cry again. She did, too. I let it all out. Right there in that coffee shop. Luckily there weren't any patrons nearby. She held my hands and asked me how I felt. I told her that I'd just started to feel like maybe I could get my life back. She said, "Well, then do it! If you are feeling good, then just go with it." Thank God for having my best friend there to put it all into perspective. I went home and from that day to this, I shifted my thinking. I start each day with a feeling of gratitude. I am thankful that I'm alive. I have such a wonderful support system of friends near and far that I could never thank nearly enough for all that they have done for me. Once again, I found that little spark that has always been inside of me. I am focused on my writings ... I have a story to tell. Getting cancer can kick your ass. But, it can also make you appreciate what you do have even more. Thank you for joining me on this journey and have a great day.
You must find the place inside yourself where nothing is impossible.

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Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Light It Red For Lymphoma!

September is 
National Lymphoma Awareness Month!
Some cities around the world will be lighting it RED...
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