2017-08-11-17-36-10-636     Empathy means the ability to understand the feelings of others.

   Every time a medical procedure is scheduled I become anxious and I feel sad.  In order not to let these crazy emotions run my life I turn to my husband, and my Mother.  They are my rocks.  Everyone should pick a person or person’s to be their emergency contact.

My Father was included in the small circle of the Family members I could depend on, but he passed away last December from pancreatic cancer.  Although, he is not here in the flesh he is with me in spirit.  I can hear his voice in my mind, and his scent remains on a hat that I inherited.  Yet the reality is sad, his passing made it necessary to remove him from my medical legal documents.

Decisions concerning life and death may be the most important decisions of our lives.  These matters are easier to make when you have people you trust help guide you.  Pre-Planning before a medical emergency can save families time, money and ensure a persons medical wishes are adhered to.   Yet, estate planning documents are the paper trail of life, and when changes are made old documents should be shredded.    Does not take away the important parts of life…why we want to stay…not for the distribution of assets…for the ones we love.

Life is complicated,  and we are not our social security number.  We are human, life is not a game., and having an illness and everything that goes with it is a full-time job.  Surrounding ourselves with our family and friends makes living through uncomfortable situations  bearable.  Like a kiss on the cheek from a loved one before an MRI or a brush on the hand while being wheeled back to the examination room.

How would you feel, and what would make you happy if the tables were turned?



The CANCER or C-Letter


I sat in the doctor’s office with my Mom and Dad. We had finished what was supposed to be a twenty-minute MRI. This one lasted two hours. We knew the news was not good, but when the doctor told me I had “cancer”. All the pain I have been having made sense. The diagnosis felt like a “Scarlet Letter.” Now we could get down to business. I turned to my doctor, “Doc, how are we gonna fight this! This is when my journey began “How do I Live life to the fullest with Terminal Cancer?”