The first half of this year was terrible. First, I got sick on my birthday, and had to call in sick to work (which doesn't happen too often). A month or so later, I managed to get sick again, this time with an ear infection thrown in for good measure. A mysterious rash appeared on my chest, two bowling injuries(both of which are embarrassing), and another ear infection.
Just when I started to feel better, my grandmother passed away.
Add that to the fire.
When June came around, I told the universe(i.e putting it out there) that since the first half of this year was so sucky, I would appreciate a turn around of events.
Nothing has been happening(which is good) however, I would like to see some happy events soon.
Last week I saw a posting for a dream job in my company.
I am really hoping that the universe is listening.
I don't have all the qualifications they desire, but I am a smart girl. I can follow directions and can ask for help when I need it. I do my job damn well, and know that I could also kick butt in this position.
Fingers crossed.
Incense burning.
Saying prayers.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Cancer
Cancer scares the crap out of me. It has for years.
There was a point in my life when I was going to do everything possible to reduce my chance of getting skin cancer. So SPF was worn all the time, and if I happened to be at the pool, I sat in the shade. I never bought a big floppy hat, but that's an oversight on my part. I had moles removed, and have been watching new ones grow.
After a few years, I realized I probably wouldn't get skin cancer, but some toe cancer related to size 11 footed women.
Now I realize trying to avoid cancer is like avoiding death. It's going to happen, I just don't know when or how.
That might sound deep and dark, but it's true. Cancer doesn't care that you are a baby or an old man. That you have curly hair or recycle your cardboard.
I know that there are lifestyle and environmental factors that increase your risk of cancer. But plenty of doctors and health care professionals get diagnosed each year.
I know I will drive myself silly with the "what if's" but I would rather face it head on than hiding in the bushes.
There was a point in my life when I was going to do everything possible to reduce my chance of getting skin cancer. So SPF was worn all the time, and if I happened to be at the pool, I sat in the shade. I never bought a big floppy hat, but that's an oversight on my part. I had moles removed, and have been watching new ones grow.
After a few years, I realized I probably wouldn't get skin cancer, but some toe cancer related to size 11 footed women.
Now I realize trying to avoid cancer is like avoiding death. It's going to happen, I just don't know when or how.
That might sound deep and dark, but it's true. Cancer doesn't care that you are a baby or an old man. That you have curly hair or recycle your cardboard.
I know that there are lifestyle and environmental factors that increase your risk of cancer. But plenty of doctors and health care professionals get diagnosed each year.
I know I will drive myself silly with the "what if's" but I would rather face it head on than hiding in the bushes.
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