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Tongue Cancer and My Organic Cotton Socks
Is anyone safe? For years, for decades, I searched for organic foods, put aside my two cigarettes a day forever twenty seven years ago, followed in my Father’s Mother’s footsteps sipping a glass of red wine now and then before bedtime, only now and then mind you.
Glass jars and glass glasses, stainless pots and pans, filtered water, my chicken and beef were free of antibiotics, my fruit and veggies cost sometimes twice as much, but I figured pay now or pay later. The paint in my house is safe, there are no harsh cleaning chemicals in my cabinets, no pesticides on my lawn so what gives? Oh, there's more? The dogs dine on organic food, sleep on organic cotton beds, enjoy the safest shampoos and treats, love soothing music, have a safe toy, respond to homeopathy and boast their water bowls are metal and feeding dishes are washed sometimes twice a day. And by the way, I have worn organic cotton socks for years and years. Did I think I would escape cancer because my regimen was so pristine? Did I really think that clean air, clean water, clean food, meditation would hold me safe? Did I really believe that being a nut about my teeth, an avid power walker and swimmer would emit an invisible wall that would allow no virus in my domain?
I was diagnosed with Tongue Cancer in July 2009.And only after my dentist and my then primary care doc missed the 4cm tumor at the base of my tongue. A fast growing, aggressive tumor that was by all definition, ahead of me.
When I sailed into the cancer world I was turning 70. I had punk rocker red and blond/dark brown hair, wore black jeans, black t-shirt and maybe even black pajamas. As a real estate broker, I was preparing for the free fall ahead with the economy tanking. As a clown working with Carolina Clowns, Inc., a non-profit entity, my goal in 2009 was to become a better juggler. I had many friends, great neighbors and a terrific family, all of whom I kept at bay.
Through the treatments of chemo, radiation and surgery I was forced to shed my reclusive ways and take a long hard look at where I was, what my relationship had become with everyone, especially my soul and most particularly, my lesbian spirit.
How does it turn out? Really yet to be determined but here's my take as of this day, it was a profound Blessing and still is.
Christmas past to celebrate my one year from the last chemo treatment and one year from the last radiation blast, and pre-celebratory one year anniversary from surgery, I ordered and received another two dozen of the organic socks, tie-dyed, of course.
Hope! Springs eternal.
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Tongue Cancer and My Organic Cotton Socks
Is anyone safe? For years, for decades, I searched for organic foods, put aside my two cigarettes a day forever twenty seven years ago, followed in my Father’s Mother’s footsteps sipping a glass of red wine now and then before bedtime, only now and then mind you.
Glass jars and glass glasses, stainless pots and pans, filtered water, my chicken and beef were free of antibiotics, my fruit and veggies cost sometimes twice as much, but I figured pay now or pay later. The paint in my house is safe, there are no harsh cleaning chemicals in my cabinets, no pesticides on my lawn so what gives? Oh, there's more? The dogs dine on organic food, sleep on organic cotton beds, enjoy the safest shampoos and treats, love soothing music, have a safe toy, respond to homeopathy and boast their water bowls are metal and feeding dishes are washed sometimes twice a day. And by the way, I have worn organic cotton socks for years and years. Did I think I would escape cancer because my regimen was so pristine? Did I really think that clean air, clean water, clean food, meditation would hold me safe? Did I really believe that being a nut about my teeth, an avid power walker and swimmer would emit an invisible wall that would allow no virus in my domain?
I was diagnosed with Tongue Cancer in July 2009.And only after my dentist and my then primary care doc missed the 4cm tumor at the base of my tongue. A fast growing, aggressive tumor that was by all definition, ahead of me.
When I sailed into the cancer world I was turning 70. I had punk rocker red and blond/dark brown hair, wore black jeans, black t-shirt and maybe even black pajamas. As a real estate broker, I was preparing for the free fall ahead with the economy tanking. As a clown working with Carolina Clowns, Inc., a non-profit entity, my goal in 2009 was to become a better juggler. I had many friends, great neighbors and a terrific family, all of whom I kept at bay.
Through the treatments of chemo, radiation and surgery I was forced to shed my reclusive ways and take a long hard look at where I was, what my relationship had become with everyone, especially my soul and most particularly, my lesbian spirit.
How does it turn out? Really yet to be determined but here's my take as of this day, it was a profound Blessing and still is.
Christmas past to celebrate my one year from the last chemo treatment and one year from the last radiation blast, and pre-celebratory one year anniversary from surgery, I ordered and received another two dozen of the organic socks, tie-dyed, of course.
Hope! Springs eternal.
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