Friday, June 24, 2005

wear your perfume...

Every year for Christmas, Mom and Dad give Sis and I an expensive bottle of perfume. If Mom isn't sure what our favorite at the time is she asks what we would like.

Two years ago for Christmas, they gave me a bottle of Christian Dior's Poison. I used to wear it years ago, and when mom asked what I would like for my gift, I decided I'd like to go back to it again.

I still have almost half of that bottle left.

If you've been reading, you know that we were kind of busy on Christmas last year. When we finally did get to celebrate, mom sent dad out with a list of gifts to buy. Next to my name she wrote "Poison". Dad bought Hypnotic Poison. I had never worn that one, but I absolutely love it.

The only thing I didn't like about it, is that it comes in a bottle that looks like an apple. It's really a beautiful bottle, but I thought it was very ironic. If you've been reading, you know I had a little problem with apples for awhile...

I think I've finally gotten over my aversion to apples. That pretty little red bottle of Hypnotic Poison is sitting on my dresser next to the purple bottle of Poison.

I've always saved my good perfume for special occasions. Over time perfume will go bad. I've often thrown out perfume I haven't used.

Yesterday I looked at the bottles on my dresser and thought about that. Like I said, the Poison is two years old now. If I don't use it up soon, it will go bad and I'll have to throw it away...And it's been almost six months and I've barely used the Hypnotic Poison...

It was then that I realized that I should wear the good stuff all the time, because LIFE is a special occasion...

Monday, June 06, 2005

a beautiful day....

It was a beautiful day.
The sky was blue, and the sun was shining brightly.
The bride was radiantly beautiful,
And her grandmother danced at her wedding...

Friday, June 03, 2005

things are looking up...

Mom told her doc a while back that she didn't want chemo the week of the wedding. She wanted to be able to enjoy the day. I guess it's all working out because she wouldn't have been able to have the treatment with a low white count anyway.

They've not checked the count since last week. This is puzzling to me, but I guess that's why I'm not a doctor. Maybe they think since they're not doing a treatment they may as well wait.

On the good side, Mom's feeling great! I know that having your red count restored will make you feel better. Does the white count have the same effect? If so then things are looking up so to speak.

She's enjoying herself, shopping for the perfect dress for the wedding and all that goes with it. Dad says she's the one who's supposed to be tired, but he's worn out!

(written September of 2005) I have learned much in the last nine months. I have read that ovarian cancer whispers. I say it screams. It just needs someone to listen. The American Cancer Society statistics for ovarian cancer estimate that there will be 22,220 new cases and 16,210 deaths in 2005. This is a death rate FOUR TIMES that of breast cancer.Almost 70 percent of women with the common epithelial ovarian cancer are not diagnosed until the disease is advanced in stage. The 5-year survival rate for these women is only 15 to 20 percent. This is unacceptable. Women need to be made more aware of the symptoms, and doctors need to listen to their patients. Especially when the patient tells them that they fear they have ovca, as my mother did for almost a year before she was finally diagnosed. It’s so sad and senseless when a woman knows the symptoms but can’t get anyone to listen to what she is saying.