So I actually met a real life person from the BCN! Her name is Peggie (pegLove), she's always posting and keeping us up-to-date on here with her wonderful blogs. I had the opportunity to go visit her while she was recovering from her lumpectomy.
As most of you know anesthesia can to uh... do bad things to the innards. Having had 3 surgeries and lots of chemo... by now, I FEEL the pain if you know what I mean. So, I was able to brig over the only thing I've found that will get things... moving. Oxy Powder has got to be the greatest product on earth. I mean I had my Dr's prescribing me stuff for weeks trying to get me to go. All of which either did not work or caused me the most excruciating abdominal pain I've ever experienced. No fun. I remembered using the Oxy Powder (oxygen based colon cleanser) before and thought... oh I have some extra! I'll try it! Sweet sweet merciful relief ensued. For like days... I swear I lost 5 lbs. So yeah... paying that forward for a breast cancer patient in need is where it's at. I have decided pooping is very important.
Aside from the helping the needy I also found that Peggie and Dylan were quite the sweethearts. I came over at 7ish and I am positive I overstayed my welcome... I do that. Sometimes I find it impossible to shut up when I'm nervous. I wasn't always this way. I have a Canadian friend who is teaching me bad habits! I met Peggie and Dylans little dog Luna, their two impeccably hair-do'd parakeets and got acquainted with their very cute house. It was nice to be able to talk to a young person who understands what it is like to have cancer. I dare say that is different for us younger women who are fighting this disease. We've not had children (and may not be able to after chemo) and have a different perspective on what the future would have held for us. I found that Adam and I and Peggie and Dylan have similar world views, similar taste in mirrors, and similar taste in procreation. As in neither of us want kids. In fact I scored a very amusing book from Peggie about the joys of un-parenting. Peggie was ever so sweet and gave me a necklace to wear while beating up cancer as well as loaning me a book. I feel woefully shameful that I didn't bring a gift for her... do poo pills count? I hope so!
I have also talked with Nichole from here... who is also very sweet and is having a hard time recovering emotionally from all of the rigmarole that we cancer women have to deal with. It's really nice to be able to talk to someone (be she face to face or in Florida) and help them get through a difficult patch. I'm never so happy as when I can help another person. We are left with some very ugly aftermath after losing breasts and our confidence. I was able to keep mine save for a short spell of getting used to my new body. My perspective on life and body, I feel, are unique and seem to be helping with the women who've contacted me. I just want people to be happy... and despite having a very scary and trying disease, I feel you can be happy... preposterously happy, as I am.
I'm happy to have met you Peggie, Dylan and Nichole! You're very special people.
-Trace
