Shedding the mortal coil

There’s this epic battle for supremacy, and we’re all doing it. But as I Rage, rage, and think of omphaloskepsis – I’m also reminded of all the gifts I’ve been given my whole life. The safe place to land is no longer safe, and I’m nearly certain I won’t be able to stay in the Kootenay region. I’ve been too exposed, and literally everyone is laughing at me. This is not funny.

So I keep my forward head posture noggin’ held high, and trudge onwards.

The resources out of BC Cancer Kelowna do reign supreme. I legit wouldn’t bother pursuing care at the Trail hospital unless you must due to circumstances. I’m fully happy to have chemotherapy from there – but my complex medical history makes it such that I’m awaiting more diagnostics. One’s that have to be done from Kelowna.

It’s cruel punishment from an elite doctor class if they make me have that mammogram. I really have been poked and prodded enough. I’m not complaining, just asking for people who read this to trust my judgement as much as I’m being required to be trusting.

So I’m going to continue to follow the signs and trust my intuition. When every suggestion I make is met with resistance from the people in my life, I will discard the idea that I’m in the forefront of their decision making criteria. I’ll know the truth and I’ll accept a no as the answer when it’s not a resounding yes.