I can weave in and out of traffic jams and get myself home with a smile on my face. Proud that I didn't just sit there like a fool. I am the Queen of shortcuts.
When I was waiting for the Dr at the Tom Baker Cancer Center I was reading the NKJV of Proverbs 18. What stood out for me was about the fool. A fool has no delight in understanding, but in expressing his own heart. The words of a man's mouth are deep waters; the wellspring of wisdom is a flowing brook. He who answers a matter before he hears it, it is folly and shame to him. A fool's mouth is his destruction.
Gasping for breath between my foolish and wise thoughts about what I'm going to do and what I'm not going to do on this journey with cancer I am reminded that there is no short cut when dealing with cancer. As a wise fool of the 21st century after listening to a wide spectrum of for and against traditional vs natural medicine which if you've been following my blogs, has sent me off the deep end emotionally. Two weeks has past and I know I need to call the Radiation Oncologist with my decision and start walking on water with Jesus, as my faith and tour guide.
I said "I'm calling to tell Dr. C. about my decision to go ahead with radiation. I'd like to have the initial preparations completed before I plan a trip then begin the sessions when I return." The secretary said she'd send an email to the Dr. then get back to me. His suggestion was to get it all completed before going anywhere. It's important not to leave it any longer.
Realizing that I had been stalling for time and driving myself crazy with indecision as well as thinking I could take a short cut seeing the Dr. already said I didn't need chemo I thought I could beat this without radiation as well. I am grateful that the final thought that helped me in my decision was: I had put up such a fight to save my breast that when the Dr. said "If you're not going to go ahead with radiation it would be in your best interest to call the surgeon and have your breast removed." I didn't like that answer.
Thinking about short cuts I was reminded of this memory: My first job at 14 years of age was in an Italian restaurant in Calgary called the Prairie Dog Inn. I really enjoyed my life as a waitress until realizing that the income would not support my spending habits. I worked there for nearly 4 years at the south and the north location.
One time at the south location I put in an order for pizza. Our pizza orders were made on a separate slip of paper. My order read as: 1-8"+12" Anchovy. After picking up the main dishes from the kitchen I went to get my 8" and 12" pizza. To my surprise the pizza cook was running out of room on the pick up counter as he proudly displayed 8 - 12" Anchovy pizza's. I was further shocked when the owner told me that I had to pay for the pizza's.
My order I was told . . . . should have been on two slips of paper, reading 1-8" Anchovy and on the second slip - 1-12" Anchovy
Who the heck likes anchovies? Back then I thought they were disgusting. I couldn't even stand the smell of anchovy's. It was not a popular choice for a pizza topping except for that day! The customer got 2 - 12" anchovy pizza's for a good deal and I got no deal. I have no recollection as to where those other 6 pizza's ended up. I know where I ended up - I eventually resigned and went to AVC to upgrade my education and take a business course. I got honors on the adding machine and typing. My second job was as a secretary for Atco Industries. Eventually resigning from that job for better pay at Alberta Gas Trunkline. Then I married an Italian and became his secretary. I did all the paperwork while raising our three children. My husband gave our son all the builders to which he worked for. Now our son runs his own painting/woodworking business so we can enjoy retirement.
Enjoy retirement? Well not right now. God willing, soon very soon we'll enjoy our retirement once again.
Ending off with a good deal . . . .
My husband came to Canada from Naples Italy in Sept 1974. He got hired on his third day here and has never been out of work. Now he doesn't want to work, although he shows up to help our son on occasion. January 2017 marks the first time he's received notice of a deposit into his bank account (for Canada Pension Plan). He tells his family and friends that he's won the lottery. He gets X amount of money each month for the rest of his life. Now that's a good deal!
As I focus on gratitude and look at radiation through the eyes of faith may your eyes take a fresh look at how far you have become on your faith journey.
With Love and Encouragement,
D o r o t h y