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Re: Friday Funnies
ahhhh, we all have our flaws, this is a lovely reason why.
An elderly woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. 'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.' The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?' 'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.' For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.' Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path! God Bless You all !! 🌿 Author Unknown
An elderly woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water. At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream. 'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.' The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?' 'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.' For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.' Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. SO, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path! God Bless You all !! 🌿 Author Unknown
Makday
5
Re: Fear of recurrence
HI @2MC
Anyone who did not have any concerns about this wretched disease stalking them could possibly be, in the words of my terribly un-PC and long dead grandmother, soft in the head. The degree of concern varies from person to person, but doesn't that apply to all aspects of out lives that qualify as threats?
The joys of 2020 have revealed exactly how cavalier some folk can be in the face of what others consider desperate circumstances. And how different we can be. 'Nah, it's not a thing' vs 'I refuse to leave the house until it's all over' Both responses to the same situation. Folk are strange.
I had a recurrence (after 10 years) and it was bloody horrible but I'd stopped obsessing about my disease at about the five year mark post first diagnosis. Prior to that, I was totally convinced it was going to kill me. Looking back, that was a significant waste of limited energy and resources, but there was no way I could have switched off. And nothing that was going on my head would have made any difference to the eventual outcome.
Four years after BC V2, I'm still not mentally 'over it' but I try to moderate my responses to every miniscule ache and pain. It's a pretty steep learning curve, but you do start to know what to mention to your GP (pretty much everything) and when you should push the panic button.
Will there be a BC V3 for me? Who knows; I won't spend every waking moment stressing about something that may, or may not, happen. Of course I think about it, I'd be soft in the head if I didn't, but I try to keep that noise down a bit if I can.
Hang in there. You are not on your own. Mxx
Anyone who did not have any concerns about this wretched disease stalking them could possibly be, in the words of my terribly un-PC and long dead grandmother, soft in the head. The degree of concern varies from person to person, but doesn't that apply to all aspects of out lives that qualify as threats?
The joys of 2020 have revealed exactly how cavalier some folk can be in the face of what others consider desperate circumstances. And how different we can be. 'Nah, it's not a thing' vs 'I refuse to leave the house until it's all over' Both responses to the same situation. Folk are strange.
I had a recurrence (after 10 years) and it was bloody horrible but I'd stopped obsessing about my disease at about the five year mark post first diagnosis. Prior to that, I was totally convinced it was going to kill me. Looking back, that was a significant waste of limited energy and resources, but there was no way I could have switched off. And nothing that was going on my head would have made any difference to the eventual outcome.
Four years after BC V2, I'm still not mentally 'over it' but I try to moderate my responses to every miniscule ache and pain. It's a pretty steep learning curve, but you do start to know what to mention to your GP (pretty much everything) and when you should push the panic button.
Will there be a BC V3 for me? Who knows; I won't spend every waking moment stressing about something that may, or may not, happen. Of course I think about it, I'd be soft in the head if I didn't, but I try to keep that noise down a bit if I can.
Hang in there. You are not on your own. Mxx
Zoffiel
5
Re: Year 4 done and dusted woot woot !!!
Dear @kezmusc,
Well done! And thank you for all the support to the network members and humour. I bet your new bathroom will look fabulous. This is me painting the grout in my shower cubicle - not a renovation, just a desperate rescue.
Well done! And thank you for all the support to the network members and humour. I bet your new bathroom will look fabulous. This is me painting the grout in my shower cubicle - not a renovation, just a desperate rescue.
jennyss
7
Year 4 done and dusted woot woot !!!
Soooooooooooo...Halloween was my 4th year anniversary NED!!!!! (A bit of a late post I know)
One more year and I get to be on the official stats
Finally, after seeing my BS the other week I get to have a whole 12months off before the next lot of scans! Which I am quite happy about given the last 18 months.
I am baulking on changing to the letrozole, actually, I am just not going to. I am hoping there will be a new doctor next time so I don't have to explain my "non compliance" to her. Lol
It's been a pretty good year (all 2020 catastrophies considered) and surprisingly I am keeping up with my "say yes to all invitions" which has obviously been a bit interesting with the whole COVID thing. Anyhow, I just got back from Fraser Island, which is one of the most stunning places to visit in the world I am sure, even if I did get mauled by sand flies at one campsite (bloody camping)!
I've had an interesting kind of restlessness over the last few months. Whilst I feel well and strong, apart from my toasted brain which is a bit concerning, I now find myself bored shitless with the sameness of everything, the mundane day to day. I guess it's still that mortality slap in the face hanging in there, looking for something more kind of thing. It's more frustration at not really knowing what to do about it.
I've taken up painting which I am enjoying. I'm renovating my bathroom (eek,,,huge job) and all the usual farm work, so I am busy but I'm missing some kind of something (not that I'm the kind of person that wants to go juming out of a plane or anything) In the words of Bruce Springstein, "I'm just tired and bored with myself" hahaha
Anyhooo, I guess I'll work it out at some stage.
I hope everyone is managing ok with whatever stage of this shit fight they're at and the train wreck that is 2020.
For those just starting out, keep breathing, keep going one foot in front of the other, you've got this, and you'll find a strength inside you never thought you had. Although you probably wont' realise it for a while.
For those in the midst of treatment, hang in there guys and keep those goal posts firmly in sight. Your getting closer every day.
For those that are beginning "survivorship".....this is what they didn't warn you about and they should have.
I'm going to split this into another post so this one doesn't become a "war and peace" and it's the long haul so I've found there's much to be learnt.
Lots of love to all and thank you to everyone who has listened, helped and guided over the last four years
Hugs to all
xoxoxo
kezmusc
11
Re: Big Thank You! 💝
FLClover said:@Afraser @arpie @kezmusc @iserbrown @AllyJay @Blossom1961 @Sister @Shellshocked1 @mum2jj @nikkid (sorry if I’ve forgotten anyone)I’d just like to give a massive shoutout to these very special ladies. From the moment I joined, I’ve felt so supported and cared for thanks to all the practical and wonderful advice these ladies are always willing to provide to lost newbies and older members alike. This is very important, as sometimes this is the only proper support we can get. Most of the time I don’t even need to create a post, as I can just read through all the helpful tips they’ve already provided countless times to others.I’ve realised that at the beginning, when we’re all terrified and confused, we go to sites like
these for help. But once we’re past the initial stage and we become more familiar with it all, and somewhat better, we tend to just move on with life and not be so regular on sites anymore. It just happens naturally and unintentionally.However, these ladies have stayed on this site for years, literally, and continue to very selflessly give advice and comfort to ladies (and men) whenever they need it. That’s VERY SPECIAL 💖, and I hope you ladies understand how much we appreciate it. Lots of love to you all 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🙏🏻🎉🤩👑
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I also would like to say a big thank you to you all, this is such an uplifting site, and has helped settle me with lots of advice when we are concerned about our terrible journey, I don't ask friends/family for advice as they have not been through this, but I know how much support I get from you all. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, you have been such a blessing. Hugs all xxxx Cheryl
ChezaH
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Re: Big Thank You! 💝
Here here to all those ladies you mentioned above. I am now post surgery chemo, radium and now on tamoxifen and the help and support here on this site has helped me enormously. Thank you all xx
Cath62
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Re: Christmas Funnies ....... put them up here for a laugh!
Heading towards that time of year again ..... so I’ll kick it off ...
arpie
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