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Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 13 – Revival of the Fittest – Zoomers

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Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 13 – Revival of the Fittest – Zoomers.

 

 

 

Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 12 – The Last of The Peonies – Zoomers

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Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 12 – The Last of The Peonies – Zoomers.

 

 

“Dear Me,

I never thought I would be last one standing.

I never thought each time cancer came around rearing its ugly head I would be the one peaking through the loose timber.

I never knew that attempting to rescue the good cancer cells waiting to erupt in a bonfire like a stack of rotten wood was sometimes terminal.”

Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 11 – Stages of Trust – Zoomers

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Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 11 – Stages of Trust – Zoomers.

 

photo from susielindau.com

If I thought my chapter on cancer was overloaded, yesterday more pages were stapled in without my permission. My friend, writer Susie Lindau, wrote a blog yesterday called The Boob Report – Roadblocks and U-Turns that caught me quite off guard. To my shock she has been diagnosed with breast cancer and life has”flicked her off the stage” as she said. The same words I heard years ago about a different part of my body were spoken to her in very much the same way:

Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 10– What Have I Become? – Zoomers

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Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 10– What Have I Become? – Zoomers.

 

“A long time ago when I felt people didn’t understand me and my crazy life I would walk to my favourite store and hide out next to the cupboard that held the Nancy Drew books. Eventually I would save enough to purchase one and would read it from front to back a dozen times. Nancy didn’t know what I was going through in life nor did she care as she was just a fictitious character. Or was she?”

Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 8 — I am as Serious as Cancer – Zoomers

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Cancer Always Calls Collect – Part 8 — I am as Serious as Cancer – Zoomers.

 

“Yesterday I read a short story written by Frank Stockton in 1882 that was mentioned on Susie Lindau’s blog called The Lady and the Tiger. It was a strange tale about a young man caught romancing the King’s daughter, and sent to the town’s arena to meet his punishment. He alone was the master of his fate choosing to open a door to either a hungry tiger or a beautiful woman. Stockton, the author, chose not to disclose the final results infuriating his literary followers and to this day readers wonder what the young man’s fate was.”