Some may find the visual aids within to be too emotional for many people. The written media also targets at the minimum 14 years plus.)
Here are some pictures from various stages of my Cancer treatment.
“I have always been highly spiritual. Rarely religious.
My Queen Heals Me Spiritually
AS YOU CAN SEE I LOOKED FINE.
But, I had slowly been feeling flu like syptoms for a few weeks at this point.
I spent most mornings reflecting about life. Subliminal messages telling me to beware.
I should have not procrastinated.
Nightsweats became daysweats
I have a strong survivalists side. I do not lay down in a battle. It is an Irish Genetic Inheritance.
There’s humour in all instances of life. I soon had to find reasons to smile.
Hospital stay 7. Combined weeks since January 4th, 2019, equal 19, so far.
The smiles are half truths. I hide many emotions. Or rather, I ‘used’ to hide them. Now, I let the truth be told.
THE PRINCESS MARGARET CANCER HOSPITAL. I AM VERY BLESSED TO BE UNDER THE WORLD CLASS CARE THAT THEY GIVE. MANY DO NOT HAVE THIS TYPE OF EXCELLENCE AND PROFESSIONALISM.
This pain is relentless. None stop for two weeks now. 24/7, has not stopped once.
It is by far the worse pain I have ever experienced. And pain and I are lifelong buddies.
This pain is a b*dstard!!!!
Many battles won. No losses. Round Two! Finish HIM!!!!
So, this is just a tidbit of the Faces I have and must endure. There are smiling ones with genuine joy. There are sad ones with devastating sorrow. There are bland boring pictures and there are silly ‘selfies‘ taken inthe middle of a night when sleep evaded.
Here are 3 pictures that tell exactly how 18 hours of my day presently go.
Picture 1 – Pain rushes in like an out-of-control freight train. All I can do is squeeze my skull as tightly as possible and strap in for the ride.
Picture 2 – Accept that it is what it is. Unstoppable, untreatable pain. Let the tears flow – they earned their journey.
Picture 3 – Recover. No time for this to be stealing moments that are best held for love and joy. Cry it out. Hold my head high and dance in my Light.
I am an Urban Viking. The last of the Canadian Cosmonauts.
Cancer is soon to be dumbfounded when I kick it’s demonic ass into the dust of Hell whence it came.
I had a double session of radical radiation therapy every morning and another double set every afternoon for 20 days. 80 treatments, 20 days.
STRAPPED DOWN – MY VERY FIRST TREATMENT
I kept my mask. A gentle, but stark reminder of this “Walk With Dann.”
March 2, 2019 4a.m.- My spleen literally exploded. I bled out. I was brought back.
The surgeon and various doctors could only say one word to describe the recovery and my being alive.
“Valhalla does not wish for my company and Helheim has a Peace Bond on me.”
I will post a few more similar blogs such like this one.
To add a face to my “Diary of An Old Man With The C”.
Until then I shall be wruting in the two works I have in ‘progress’.
I want to leave behind my story for my future generations to understand who and why I was placed upon this beautiful blue marble.