I am a sixty-five year old wife, mother, grandmother, stepmother, and stepgrandmother, aspiring to become a treehugging hillybilly in the Ozark Mountains above Tablerock Lake. My husband and I honeymooned here (wedding pic attached), and I’ve done much of my recovering here. You can feel the presence of God in the lilacs, the dirt, the seedlings, the twenty-seven shades of springtime green, much like Ireland has.
Before the cancer, I was a teacher in Southwestern Arkansas. But illness forced me to stop terrorizing adolescent minds . Now that I’m healing, I have the time and energy finally to chronicle my adventures with cancer and to hope my amateur efforts on this first blog will help you to find your way through the Star Wars like adventure you’re about to experience.
I also hope to share what to expect during radiation, the good and bad of chemo, several moments of irony and laughter, and tips for the vain on wigs, how to choose, how to make them look real, how to wash them, and what to expect when your hair returns. Then I’ll also share some of the physical symptoms you can expect long after the treatments. About nineteen of them to be exact, but if all nineteen bother you at once, you’ll still think your life quite rich.
I welcome comments and posts about your experience or that of a loved one. More knowlege and less fear will help everyone who faces this. All 16,000 new warriors this year alone.
