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I always wondered what people thought about when they were encased in a CT scan sphere, after they were sternly warned not to move. I was pretty sure I wasn't claustrophobic; I also knew I was going to have to employ a little self-discipline in order not to launch into some teeth whistling or try and engage the techs in some inane conversation.
You know what I thought about? I thought about the fact that I couldn't think of anything to think about. And it went on, and on, and on, for four or five long minutes while my body was gently parked, then reversed, then re-parked, in and out of the scanner. It was like a Class 5-thought hurricane, and at the epicentre was: Hurry up! It's nearly done and you still haven't thought of anything to think about!
I emerged from the gentle ambience of BCCA freshly tattooed, duly photographed (naughty bits as well as my gritty grin) and minus a couple of vials of blood (my contribution to science; it is for the PREDICT cancer study). I had my mug shot and tats done, and even though there was no finger-printing I tried to pull off a street swag as we left the building. Hard for a menopausal white girl to pull that off, though.
This morning was spent scoping out Victoria, finding a superb farmer's market, a decent butcher shop, at least 15 Starbucks and the location of my new (temporary) gym. I have programmed the car stereo with two of Victoria's best FM stations, with Lisa's guidance. My lists are getting longer, my determination is getting stronger, and I can only hope that my energy outlasts my expectations. I'm ready for Victoria - is Victoria ready for me?
Here's what I know: Only my graceful and loving daughter could take a 3 week stint of radiation therapy and magically transform it into Disneyland covered in Christmas glitter. Let's get this party started!
So wonderful to hear from you, and to keep in touch, its a fantastic blog !!! Keep up your photography and your writing, I feel we are talking together. Hugs for now Jenny
ReplyDeleteYo Mama!
ReplyDeleteHow cool am I to have a tattied up mom. So street, like gangsta style :-)
I love you and can't wait for all the good times of our 3 week 'boob camp'!
I think you are such an incredible inspiration for all (especially me!) and I just know that your blog is going to help and inpsire others in ways that you can't even imagine. xoxox
Like mother, like daughter. You are amazing Cathy! Thank you for being you.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you are on your way.
ReplyDeleteI find the the "gangsta swagger" is easier to do with some Advil on board. Helps loosen the joints.
Can you keep the tattoos? Or add something over/around them? Kinda like a momento/badge of pride? You are amazing even IF you can't think of anything. And don't worry, that twisted little brain of yours will come up with something wonderful when you least expect it!