On Being Thankful!

When you meet someone, who by a simple glint in his eye and a smile on his face, can light your world! Your heart does its own little dance and you just know this is where you were meant to be, with this Man, this Master, the one who turns your world into a beautiful and wonderful place with each breathe you breath... You know you are owned, you are loved.....

In 1998, at age 37 I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. The news was devastating to say the least, I was a single mom with a 10 yr old son. To say it changed my life is putting it rather mildly. For 3 years I underwent countless surgeries and treatments. Throughout which time i continued to work and raise my son, all basically alone!

I remember hitting the 5 year mark, a major milestone, then the 10 year mark, another major one!

However, I have always remained very vigilant about changes with my body, I am quite aware of the fact that I am what is considered "high risk".

Recently the results of a blood test came back with positive markers for another type of cancer, ovarian!

And here I go again...

Only this time, things are a bit different! My son is grown and fully capable of living his life without the watchful eye of Mommy hovering over him.

And this time, oh God this time, I am not alone!

The comfort in knowing that I am not slaying this dragon alone (this time) is huge!

Sometimes the exactly right people come into our lives at exactly the right time and this is one of those times!

I have a wonderful Master who is standing by me, holding me up, giving me strength to face this, almost overly eager to take care of his lil slut ... He is truly a gift in my life!

Thank you my Love, my Life....

Being different...

I received word yesterday that a friend was just diagnosed with Cancer.

I have lost two of my best friends to this horrible disease in the past 2 years.

It is something that hits home with me personally.

When i was diagnosed in 1998, it was a death sentence, one i knew i had no choice but to fight with each breath in me. Thirteen years later, all is well!

It makes me different. But not in a bad way, just ... different.

The image i have of that struggle, is unique to me.

I am aware of the strength i possess, and in that, i find comfort.

But for my friend, my thoughts are with him....