February 29th, 2008 | 19 Comments »

A blog I found through Candy’s Corner has touched me deeply. Jen Ballantyne is dealing with an illness that may take her life rather soon, and she has a young son. This alone is enough to make one weep, but her beauty of spirit and caring just blows me away. I know that if you visit The Comfy Place you will want to return time and again.

I wanted to tell her how she inspired me to seek more health care for some issues I am having, so I sent her the following letter:

I found a lump in my breast. Okay. Took care of it. In the hands of the medicals now. I had been having problems with my bottom system of late, and it isn’t clearing up. So I am now in the system to wait for an appointment with a surgeon, who will first order a colonoscopy, then perhaps, if nothing is found, clean up the taggy bits on the outside that are causing me such discomfort. I wouldn’t have pursued it but for you. So, thank you. I might want to freak out a little at the procedures, but not until I have to. At least the wheels are in motion. I will blog about this soon, and would like to link to you as my inspiration. There is an organization here in Canada that helps women look better to feel better. I hope you have something like this too. You are in my heart.

She wrote me back this morning. I was humbled because she is in the midst of chemo treatments, making time to be with her beloved son, Jack, and updating her blog to keep her readers apprised of her situation. I was a little bit horrified, thinking “No, no, don’t waste all your energy and words on me, take care of yourself”. I want to share what she wrote back to me, and then I hope you will visit her blog, fall in love with her, and offer her the kind of support that she so freely gives others.

Hi there my friend, I have only just read your email and I am so proud of you for getting things that may seem rather uncomfortable or even embarrassing done. Go You!!! If I help women to face their fears and get what could possibly be early symptoms checked then I have done something valuable with my time whilst on this planet.

A colonoscopy should, in my opinion, be part of our general check ups, you have your pap smear done, your mammograms done, I truly believe you should be offered a colonoscopy during this time and while you are still ‘young’. I mean I was only 34 when I got diagnosed, by the size and damage of the tumor I obviously had it for quite a while before it was found so early 30’s is possible to get bowel cancer. It just is, I am living proof of that. Also, in my humble opinion, it is getting younger, people younger and younger are being diagnosed as having early stages of bowel cancer. Even in the time I have been a patient with my Oncologist, which started 5 years ago roughly, I have seen changes. Whilst it was a shock to most in the profession to see me there being treated for bowel cancer, nowadays, someone of the age I was then is not such a shock, my Oncologist tells me when someone young has been in or coming in, just says to me 21, or 28 or whatever, but the whatever is young.

Anyway my dear, good on you and I think it’s brilliant that you are going to write about it, honestly the more exposure (pardon the pun) we can give this the better. A colonoscopy, is not much of an ordeal, it really isn’t, I mean they put you out for it, so the only thing you know about is waking up to sandwiches and a cup of tea. You may have a bit of wind, or someone else beside you may have, lol, but you all just have to laugh because that is just natural, the nurses don’t even bat any eyelid they are so very used to it. So usually there isn’t any pain, it’s very quick and the beauty of it is, if there is anything there that looks suspicious, we have the technology to fix it. You don’t have to die, you can be treated or have it scraped or whatever, but you can actually live by having one of these things done early enough. So congratulations to you, I think it’s a wonderful, positive message you will be sending out to folks. I also want to wish you all the best for your procedure and if they do find anything at all please feel free to email me and talk if you need to. The beauty of this is though that the chances of them finding it early enough are so much better than had you waited because you felt a bit uncomfortable about the whole thing. Then if they don’t find anything you will feel wonderful because you are healthy. As you said too, get all the bits and pieces that are causing you discomfort fixed up, I assume you’re talking about haemorrhoids or something similar which most women get, especially if they’ve ever had a child and they are irritating, no not life threatening, but nevertheless very uncomfortable and can be terribly painful. Anyway good luck to you, may it all go well and may you be as healthy as it is possible to be. Take good care and thank you for writing to me. Take Care Hugs Jen Ballantyne.

And yes, I am mighty uncomfortable having a device inserted into my backside while it is feeling so delicate, especially since I won’t have the bonus of seeing my farts. I guess I will just have to add my own tune to the wind section of the symphony without the visuals.

KNUDSEN WARNING FOR EXTREME BLOGGER TMI:

To add to the waaaay too much information department, the taggy bits are not exactly haemorrhoids, I don’t know how to describe them except they hurt and bleed. They seem to have erupted along the scar of my episiotomy from long ago, when I gave birth.

When I noticed a low grade feeling of nausea, but not stomach nausea, further down, I decided I would see if these two items were linked. I have been doing self-healing techniques, and have noticed an improvement in my symptoms, but still will carry through on all of the medical protocol.

So I guess this blog can serve as a countdown on how long it takes Canada’s health care system to service a medical concern. I still do not have my appointment for mammography, although I can’t even feel my lump anymore.

Let the healing begin!

February 28th, 2008 | 11 Comments »

I was tagged, oh, a long time ago by Diva of I Am The Diva fame for this frisky little meme that lists seven quirky things about me.

Rules:

  • Link back to the person who tagged you. Check.
  • Write your seven quirky things. Soon to be checked
  • Terrorize 7 other people whose blogs you visit. Scary. Link to them in your meme post.
  • Tell them what you have done in their comments section.
  • Beg their forgiveness.

Seven Quirky Things About Me (as if you don’t have enough information what with my 100 things page and all):

  • I have slept in the beds of several people who have died in those very beds. No big.
  • One of the beds was in a very paranormally active house. I woke up in the middle of the night once with huge beetles infesting my hair. They were trapped inside the chiffon scarf I wore around my head to keep my hair rollers in place. Yes, I’m that old.
  • I cannot follow a recipe to the letter. There is something in me that makes me think that I can make it better, my own way. Therefore, recipes are considered guidelines or suggestions.
  • I have wicked negotiating skills. I sold cars when I was quite young, and learned a lot from that. One time, I sold a car I bought privately back to the company that made it for $200 less than I paid for it. I had driven it for two years. The company representative was in awe of my skills.
  • I once had an online romance. It ended before we met, and I was totally devastated. He was an amazingly talented healer, but so much younger than I.
  • The first food I remember eating was lobster scrambled with eggs. And fried dulse, and bread and molasses. Yes, I am that old.
  • The presents I love the best are the homemade ones. Those of you who wish to present me with a kickin camera, I will totally forgive you if you didn’t make it yourself.

People I want to tag:

February 27th, 2008 | 19 Comments »

I wrote the post about my younger son, Ass Burger Boy,and his rebellion by way of joining a nutbar church that was so entrenched in its beliefs that there was no room for discussion.

That was yesterday (day before by the time you read this).

Today,(now yesterday) I received in the mail “A New Earth” by Eckhart Tolle. This was sent to me by an internet friend. Can we say synchronicity?

Bless Tolle’s heart, he wrote on page 17 pretty much what I was talking about, but in a much clearer way. After all, he got the big book deal, not me. Here is what he wrote:

What is the role of the established religions in the arising of the new consciousness? Many people are already aware of the difference between spirituality and religion. They realize that having a belief system- a set of thoughts that you regard as the absolute truth- does not make you spiritual no matter what the nature of those beliefs is. In fact, the more you make your thoughts (beliefs) into your identity, the more cut off you are from the spiritual dimension within yourself. Many “religious” people are stuck at that level. They equate truth with thought, and as they are completely identified with thought (their mind), they claim to be in sole possession of the truth in an unconscious attempt to protect their identity. They don’t realize the limitations of thought. Unless you believe (think) exactly as they do, you are wrong in their eyes, and in the not-too-distant past, they would have felt justified in killing you for that. And some still do, even now.

The new spirituality, the transformation of consciousness, is arising to a large extent outside of the structures of the existing institutionalized religions. There were always pockets of spirituality even in mind-dominated religions, although the intstitutionalized hierarchies felt threated by them, and often tried to suppress them.

I must be ahead of my time. I have been saying this for years. In fact, I tried to discuss this politicization of the church with Ass Burger Boy , especially about the changes that were made to the bible by the Byzantine Emperor Constantin at the Council of Nicea circa 325 AD. I believed then, and do now, that this is where the admonishment against soothsayers and the like originated. In a political structure (and give it some thought if you don’t think the church is a political structure), the aim is to amass wealth and keep the goodies in the hands of the elite. The great unwashed were not to have access to the mysteries, because the idea was to depend upon the church elite for that.

Stepping off my soapbox, I invite you to express your own opinions.

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February 26th, 2008 | 7 Comments »

It’s Tuesday, and that means I get to find something funny to leave here instead of a real post. Oh, be quiet. You know I post every day, and I didn’t even join that post every day thingie.

For more of the funny, click on the feather that is looking at you with peacock eye. Try to behave. It’s a tattletale feather.

I have things to do today that don’t involve the internet. I know, it’s sad, truly. I will try to do better. In the meantime, enjoy this photo of my nephew, who has a good start on being a comedian. Cute belly, huh?

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February 25th, 2008 | 23 Comments »

A bloggy friend of mine, Zoe is having some teenage curfew problems with her son, who has recently been very ill.

Even at the height of Ass Burger Boy’s teenage rebellion I had to laugh at the irony of it all.

Did he do drugs? No, he did not.

Did he drink? Again, no.

How about whoring around with women? Nope.

None of that, and yet? His rebellion caused much angst in the household.

It was about church. Let me hasten to say, not just any old church. It was a get-the-survival-gear-the-heathens-are-coming type of church. One with no affiliations to a sane church. Just a standalone congregration making it up as they go along. But hey! They had food! And they offered ABB a social interface which he was sorely lacking. And their exclusionary preaching pitted him against the person who loves him most in this world.

They scared the living daylights out of me. Whenever we rationally tried to discuss religion, the hand would come up, and the mind would shut down. He was so convinced that I was a Tool of Satan that he was afraid anything I said would compromise his salvation.

I understood his longing to connect to his spirituality. I had done the same thing when I was younger than he. I went to several different churches, and one of them was a similar nutbar church. They offered free! church camp! with games! and zany contests! I was all over it.

I was very disillusioned at the free! church camp! however. The elders became verbally abusive when the little darlings were away from their parents for two weeks.

I left the church after camp, and formed my own conclusions about spirituality. One of which is that it doesn’t necessarily have to do with religion. It’s what is in your heart. And that Jesus got it.

ABB was so wrapped up in this church that he sabotaged a great paying job he was offered by the promoters of a psychic fair. He was to greet customers, and hand out flyers. He took the opportunity to proselytize. He even went so far as to admonish one woman that if she valued her soul, she would run away from the psychic fair. Strangely enough, this didn’t ensure job security.

A lot of the same kind of things went on until I.Had.Had.Enough.

After one outburst from ABB where he shouted “Satan is speaking through you!” I felt I had to take a hard line.

I told him that he could live with his mother, or he could attend this church, but he wasn’t to do both at the same time.

He was certain that Satan had won.

I encouraged him to find other churches in the area. (Some of them even had food!) to see if he could find a place where he felt he fitted.

He did find a church or two that he enjoyed, and yes, they had food. He knows what is important to him.

We got to a point where we could converse rationally about religion, and he allowed that the first church was a titch tightarse.

Ya think???

One of the churches he discovered was a charismatic Mennonite sect, where the emphasis was on the Holy Spirit rather than looking down your nose at others. I found the people quite charming and sincere. He decided to join the church and was baptized. They had a lovely outdoor ceremony and picnic. I was happy to attend.

He also got very involved with the Greek Orthodox Church. A little strange, but, hey, they have strong ties with an organization, and don’t make up their dogma as they go along.

When he announced that he wanted to be baptised in the Greek church, I reminded him that he was already baptised. I knew this because I watched. I accused him in jest of being a baptismal slut. I attended, because it was so important to him. I have reasons of my own why I don’t feel comfortable in churches anymore. The ceremony was about an hour long, but there was a nice meal afterward.

He still attends both churches. The first for social reasons, to visit with the nice and charming congregants. He doesn’t take communion there, though. The second is his spiritual home, and I am fine with that.

And? I’m happy that his spiritual life keeps him from doing the stupid things that most young people do like drugs and partying.

I have to tell you though, I truly feared for him when he was at the nutbar church. I don’t regret taking a very hard line to get him away from them, either. Not one bit.

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