OK, so I just have get two key pieces of my family history from somewhere and then I’ll know whether or not I’ll need to have any further screening done. It boggles my mind that someone’s age of diagnosis or the specific type of someone else’s cancer can have such a huge impact on my life. If I can find these answers and they are one thing, then the chances of me having this specific gene abnormality is significantly higher, but if I find that the answers are something different then I have no greater chance than the next person of developing some type of cancer. Thankfully, I have a feeling that when I do find these answers it will mean good news for me.
The rest of my family have all had cancers that were attributed to the fact that they all smoked since their early teens and/or had jobs in a factory or Bethlehem Steel. Since I neither smoke or work anywhere like that I think I’m in pretty good shape. Well, I guess not totally good shape, I really should exercise, this summer has been a great summer for eating way too much.
So there’s my update for you. And I leave you with some advice: DON’T SMOKE! It really does kill. And it makes you smell.

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Working For The Weekend

They say if you do what you love then you’ll never work a day in your life. I really wish it was that easy.
I suppose I should consider myself lucky that I have a job. I should feel lucky that I work for a great company and we do great things. Literally life and death work. Not me personally but the doctors, surgeons and nurses. I work in a foundation office; we raise money for cancer research, patient care and programs. I love where I work. I even like my job. Unfortunate I find it very difficult to work with a select group of people. There is constant belittlement, undermining, sneaking and backstabbing. This all contributes to the sense of dread I feel when I wake up every morning. It makes me sad because if not for these attitudes and actions I would love waking up to go to work each day.
I suppose I should just let go of much of what is said to me or even what I hear people saying around me. But it’s hard. Instead of working as a team towards one goal, everyone is out for him or herself. It’s so frustrating and it’s a downer.
I truly believe that this is the reason I cannot sleep at night. I would love to have it all–a job that I love to do at a company that is great to work for and for colleagues who build you up instead of tear you down. I guess I can’t have it all though.

50 Things

Cancer is a horrendous disease. I would not wish it upon anyone. But there are people who truly do not understand the seriousness and emotions that are attached to those going through it. Those who use cancer diagnosis as an attention grabber should have a personal scare so they understand.

 

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