Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul and SINGS!

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bluebird of hope

This was in one of the doctor’s offices.  Really made me think.  I’m not a singer.  Not even in the shower.  Not even in the car…well maybe sometimes.  But songs are constantly playing in my mind and I have music playing everywhere I am.  Classical, hip hop, rock, opera, indie, Indian!  I truly love it all…except for grunge, as it turns out.  I used to think I could listen to any music and be OK, but then I went to a head banger concert (to support a friend of a friend).  Realized there is definitely one type of music I can not physically tolerate!

Hope sings.  Yes.  Hope doesn’t talk and hope doesn’t whisper.  Hope sings musical notes that soothe the soul and calm the mind.  That’s why hope has to sing.  If it whispered we might not hear it.  If it yelled we would run the other direction.  But when it sings, we jump right in and begin to dance the happy dance.  Hope.  Even to say the word, I feel the lightness flutter in my voice.  I feel my chest raise a bit, I sit a bit taller.  Try it…say the word HOPE.  HOPE.  HOPE.  Feel it starting?  Feel your voice start to lift magically all on it’s own and move into a note that rests at the back of your throat?  That’s hope.

And that’s that.  My happy thought for today!

OK – here’s my latest lumpyroad update!

Loved the 3rd doctor I interviewed this week.  Seems that the care I have selected is to have neoadjavent therapy.  Big words that simply mean I will have hormone therapy for 6 months PRIOR to surgery.  So…right now I’m waiting on the Oncyl DX (sp?) test result that will determine if I go into hormone therapy or if I  go into chemotherapy (no way, no how…HOPE!).  Will know on October 31st.  Then, I’ll do my hormone therapy in a clinical trial.  I qualify for the Alliance Trials where they are researching this type of neoadjavent hormone therapy and the life long effect.  Here’s how I feel…this ucky thing must have a silver lining and if I can participate in this trial and help the women who come after me to weather this even a little bit better — that would be a good thing!

So, more later…

Here’s to  a HOPE filled, JOY filled weekend!

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About Monica

I am a survivor, a fighter, a lover. I love old beautiful trees and spring flowers. I love a gentle rain and a peaceful snowfall. I love my kids, my husband, our families. I love boot camp and cooking healthy meals. I love entertaining and I love a good Negroni! I look for joy in everything I do and in everyone I meet.

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  1. Monica, you have always been, and I see that you continue to be, an excellent writer. I can actually hear you saying what you’re writing. I, too, think that you should go with the doctor to whom you feel the most connection. I feel that you can get so much more from a doctor who not only knows what they’re doing but also has a manner that makes you comfortable. In addition to treatment, attitude (on both patient’s and doctor’s part) is extremely important. You seem to be doing well following your own research and intuition, so go with it. You’re strong. And, smart. Beat this mother into the ground!

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  2. I am so happy you did research. Please let me know how you fare on this path. Love you and hope, hope, hope that all goes well for you.

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  3. I’ve always wondered about the Hormone connection; glad you feel good vibes with the Doctor you have chosen; together you will be a great team to erradicate this “lump in the road”.
    LOL Nana

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