I had a dream last night that I was on a cruise ship sailing through the open seas. I was enjoying the views from the top deck with both family and co-workers as your dreams are often filled with random people, when all of a sudden the ship started to veer towards a very small channel that was too tight for our big ship. The captain was steering like a mad man, throwing the passengers all over the deck and narrowly missing the banks. We were careening out of control when I work up, scared but relieved it was just a bad dream.
Unfortunately, the news I had received earlier in the day wasn’t a dream. My doctor had called to tell me that I had breast cancer. What a blow that was. I wasn’t even feeling the slightest bit sick so how could I have cancer in my body? Shouldn’t you at least be obsessing about some small ache or pain that makes you think something horrible is going on? I had none of that which is probably why it knocked me for a loop when she called me with the results from my biopsy.
I titled this karen has cancer because after the word got out to my family and a few close friends I assumed that between texting, phone calls and facebook everyone was whispering that phrase over and over from one person to the next just like the scene in Grease where Rizzo tells her best friend that she’s pregnant at the concession stand of the drive in movie. Before she can even make it back to her own car the entire movie going crowd has heard the news. Why is it that bad news travels so much faster than good news?
This blog site is going to be part therapy for me and part information for my friends and family. Most of you know me well enough to know that I don’t take myself too seriously, so in spite of the fact that I am dealing with some pretty heavy crap here, I’m going to keep it as humorous as I can or else I will go insane. Obviously my dream last night was in direct correlation with how out of control I feel right now. Please stick with me through this as this is going to get interesting.
Karen
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