I think it’s Live Like You Were Dying. I don’t care as much for that song as I used to. I mean, I get it, but it just isn’t the way it really is. Not really, for me anyway. The song I relate to much more is Never Take a Breath for Granted. Here’s why. When you get the news (as the song goes) that you have a terminal illness, that you are going to die sooner rather than later, it is very likely you’re too ill to waste time riding a mechanical bull. You need to get yourself to the nearest expert right away. There you might discover great hope, a plan for high quality of life (so you can decide if it is time to go skydiving today or if you might enjoy it more further down the road) , a roadmap to living well for as long as you can. In my way of thinking if you never take a breath for granted, you are present, truly present all the time. Not in a frenzy to see how many of the crazy things you’ve thought of doing you can do before you kick the bucket. But living in joy every day, thoughtfully revising and adjusting your life list to match the journey you find yourself on.
In my quest for keeping my body healthy so that my targeted therapy drug Lorlatinib can do its job beating down the notorious ROS1, driver of my cancer (Yes, I own it.), I’ve discovered essential oils and a wonderful health coach. bridgesforhealth.com It’s too early for me to say that this is helping my neuropathy, immune system, and numerous other things that need help in this journey, but it sure does feel good, and right. I’ll keep you updated.
Lorlatinib, as I’ve said before, causes cholesterol problems and weight gain. A few people in my ROS1 Facebook group have managed to keep cholesterol numbers healthy by eating a diet very high in Omega 3. Worth a try, I love sardines! We’ll see on this too. And, maybe the essential oils will help so much with the neuropathy that I can get on some hiking boots. Now that would be pure joy. (Even if I don’t lose an ounce!)
And, I must share that I am STILL playing. Have you ever seen such beautiful cereal box cardboard?
Or such a cute little felted gnome?
Didn’t think so!
Softball and baseball season is upon us. We have four grandchildren playing one or the other. Readying camp for our move, snowdrops are blossomed. Preparing to travel to see our now RN, BSN granddaughter be pinned and graduate. Finding joy in the everyday every day. Be present. Never take a breath for granted.