Life is full of surprises. People come into your life and choose to actively remain. Then there are others. Those people who are placed into your life for purpose and reason, may end up leaving unexpectedly. . . slow and easy, or like a bat out of hell! Those are the people who teach us life lessons. Either way, the experiences are what we chose to live during those moments. I’d like to consider my shared experiences as happy moments, without an inkling of regret or reservation. Those moments become memories over a lifetime. There are numerous experiences and memories that I love to share and talk about with others. Then, there are specific experiences and memories I choose to keep to myself. Honestly, I could write an autobiography that would make for excellent reading, raise an eyebrow, or turn a head! As tempting a task it may be, I refuse to put myself through tortured drama at this point in time in my life. Although, I’ll never say never to the notion. There is a high probability that I will eventually, but only when the time is right. Those specific moments are my treasured and intimate memories that I choose never to be free from. They are my personal and cherished collection of a lifetime full of happy moments. Each day I keep adding to my wonderful collection.
Reblogging this as TODAY, Feb. 8, 2016, marks my 9th year anniversary of being diagnosed with that dreaded breast cancer. My personal account of it all, but of course, with my sense of humor. Enjoy!
After a little over eight years, I thought it time I start blogging about that dreaded disease I had the displeasure to experience, which seems so long ago. Yes, folks, I’m talking about cancer. Breast cancer to be more specific. Or as I called them, “The Intruders”. I remember it like it was yesterday. The norm was to have your first mammogram at the age of forty, so a month after I turned that golden age, I schedule my first mammogram. The day came, and I was a little nervous not knowing what to expect. Thank goodness, the technician had wonderful bedside manners, and was very compassionate all the while explaining what was happening step-by-step. The standard procedure is to be notified at a later date after two radiologists read the film results.
I ended up receiving written correspondence from the facility. After reading it, I wasn’t really too concerned…
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Been hostage long enough.
Guilty as charged.
Exhausted from holding onto it.
Self-sentenced internal punishment served.
Time to forgive myself.
Time to love myself.
Time to let it go.
I accept my gift of self-forgiveness.
Thank you very much.
The months of August to January were a whirlwind of life events. First time meet-ups, new friendships, impending divorce, holidays, then marriage reconciliation. A new discovery of feelings and self-love had risen within me. Courage and strength surfaced and peaked to their highest levels. A voice that was once suppressed is now clearly heard loud and proud. I’m falling in love again and on a daily basis. It’s only the beginning of my new life. Good things happen each day, and still, the best is yet to come.
(New Tattoo: My Virgo zodiac sign & plumeria symbolizing my life’s new beginning )
I absolutely love Marissa’s writing and had to share her hilarious story of our meet-up! 😁👍❤
It started out a day just like any other day
Blue skies, pleasant temperatures, typical L.A.
But this Friday was special as I was psyched to be
Meeting soon at Starbucks, a group of bloggers 3.
For a wholesome day of fun, coffee, gossip, laughter
With Erika Kind, Corinneonline, Carolina at Yesterday After
All the women were so sweet starting off you see
But I don’t remember much after sipping my coffee…
And the next thing you know, well, the scene was quite outrageous
My head was pounding as I woke in a hotel in Vegas
Corinne was sprawled out on the couch and starting to come round
Carolina on the floor, Ms. Kind was nowhere found
Strange clothing strewn across the floor, emptied bottles of booze
A gap where I once had a tooth, Corinne had new tattoos
And in the other rooms we found a tiger and a…
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I was very excited to meet up with these beautiful and talented women! Next time, hopefully, Kevin Hotter can join us! Better yet, we can go see his comedy act LIVE on stage!! 😀
And we finally met in California
on November 6 2015!
On Nov 5th I announced in my post “When Bloggership Will Meet” that something very special was about to happening and it truly happened we met here in California with Erika Kind, Marissa Bergen, Corinne and Me!!! We had great time and it was so wonderful to met the beautiful ladies behind their Blogs! It was indeed an emotional and beautiful day fulfilled with joy and happiness being able to hear our voices and hug each other
lots of smiles and sharing about us this time not behind a keyboard ❤
Our meeting venue was at this Starbucks!
While sipping a delicious Peppermint Mocha one of my favorite, we enjoyed our great time together talking a lot, and laughing a lot like friends that know each other from years and years, it was amazing how…
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Concealed emotions once supressed now accepted
Twenty years of silent suffering finally surfaced
A blow to the ego was never intended
Understanding and sincere apologies appreciated
Forgiveness, yes. Admittedly, this cannot be fixed
Want to give me the world you took from me
Gifts a-plenty and kind gestures galore
Too much to bare and too late to serve their purpose
Humbled by realization of past mistakes
Eager to acknowledge and validate
Ownership of blinded hurtfulness
Years of devoted loyalty wasted
Love enough to let go
Thank you for the goodbye
Time for my new hello
My eyes were open, but may as well have been squeezed closed tight. You appeared, and my eyes came into focus once again. The connection had always been there, but I had been blinded with distraction. Believe it or not, our paths have crossed in the past, but not to this extent. Naturally orchestrated, all was meant to be. Adoring pain, guilty as charged. Graciously, your affection, kindness, patience and understanding are admirably expressed. Although our paths may never cross again, I am eternally grateful, for my soul has been saved, and you don’t even realize it. With my complete sincerity, thank you.
“I’ve read that dreaming of your own death may be interpreted as facing the end of something – career, marriage, or other life-altering change. Also, symbolizing a new chapter in life.” – Excerpt from my post published July 31, 2015, Peaceful Serenity.