Started nearly 30 days ago. As of today, there are three days left of taking Anastrozole, an estrogen blocker, which wreaks havoc on one’s body, although I am totally thankful and grateful because I am cured of breast cancer.
On Feb. 27, 2024, I will have taken that little white pill for 2,555 days – seven years. The pill wears you down slowly. Thankfully, I am someone who works out at the gym faithfully. I’m sure it slowed the deterioration of my bones.
Did you know estrogen comes from our bones?
The number 27 was big in my journey.
Backstory: About a month before my breast cancer diagnosis, I was at the beach every chance I could get. I met some pretty cool people – played Frisbee and Bocce. Once at Bethune Beach, a friend pointed out a cloud that clearly was the number 27. I thought it was cool.
I was diagnosed with breast cancer on the 27th of the month, had the double mastectomy on the 27th of the month, started chemotherapy on the 27th and radiation on the 27th. And yes, I have come full circle with the number 27, or in three days anyway. Oh, and let’s not forget the countless reconstruction surgeries (hindsight).
I had to stop taking the pill for one surgery. When I was cleared to go back on it, it was brutal. However, that little white pill protected me. At first my doctor said something about five years. I’m like I got this. After those five years, the doctor said 10 years would be ideal, but two more years is the same as 10. I was on board, although my body ached.
Because I work out, I’m in pretty good shape. If people don’t know your circumstances, they automatically assume. My one-liner: ‘I only look this way.’ Estrogen is needed for a lot of things – hair growth (I was blessed with natural curly, fine hair.), protecting your heart (I now have a leaky valve.) and my bones including my feet ache daily, ouch.
Backstory: One time it got so bad that I brought my daughter to my oncology appointment for support. I was going to tell my oncologist that I was done taking that pill. I did. And then I heard Spirit clearly: ‘Seven is as good as 10.’ Dammit!
But I’m still alive! I love food and music! And more importantly, I love my family. I have two fabulous grandchildren who definitely have me wrapped around their fingers.
I joked (I have a sense of humor.) with my bestie from my home state: ‘I’ll be having estrogen flowing in my veins again.’ She chuckled and reminded me: ‘You’re old.’ We laughed. I said: ‘Something more is better than near nothing.’
When you’re going through it, remember: Everything is in Divine Order.
I am thankful and grateful for the people who supported me on my journey.
Blessings of Peace and Love!
P.S. I only made it to the gym twice this week. I’m still pushing through.
Has hit a new level. And I recently posted about it on my Facebook account. The post became not available within hours. It’s because I gave an affirmation for everyone to say before leaving the front door.
‘Sending out the white light followed by the pink fog of love to wherever I go before I arrive.’ Imagine if everyone said that before getting into their vehicles to go wherever they are going. Bliss.
I-4 has been quite interesting in my neck of the woods. One driver was in such hurry that he created his own lane on the side of the road and cruised it for at least 30 seconds, kicking up rocks and entering other lanes erratically. The driver seemed intent at any expense.
It’s simple to me. When you get into your vehicle, please just drive, and at the speed limit and in the appropriate lane. Sounds like I might have a little road rage going on myself. LOL
Backstory: In my younger years, I’d flip people off and give a lovely curse word on occasion. Finally, moved to peace signs and to sending a white light of protection to those in need.
Listen to this one: I was walking into the grocery store the other day – two other women were walking slightly behind me. Before crossing to go into the store, a man with his window rolled down in a truck was intent on cursing about someone in front of him. The three of us chuckled. The one woman said: ‘Road rage in a parking lot.’ Unbelievable.
These days one just does not know what could happen on the road or elsewhere. Times are extreme – good vs less than good, which will win and at what expense. We really don’t know who is coming into our country and how many.
One must be extra aware of his or her surroundings, feel the vibration, go out at certain times. It’s why I like to use that affirmation above: ‘Sending out the white light followed by the pink fog of love to wherever I go before I arrive.’ Bliss.
Inner peace is needed to move through this thing we call life. How do we find that inner peace? By going inside, introspecting – looking at our own selves and then coming up with solutions that can be acted upon.
Another post that was taken down by Facebook: ‘Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds. Have no fear for atomic energy 'cause none of them can stop the time’ ~Bob Marley
Anyone else wonder why those posts would become unavailable?
Babies and toddlers see more than just the physical third dimension.
The other day I was hanging out with my family. My daughter was in the kitchen, and I was in the dining room when my 2 ½ year old grandson walked in the kitchen, looked toward the floor, and asked, ‘Where’s Dante?’ His eyes followed toward the ground into the hallway. My daughter and I stopped in our tracks.
Dante is a Corgi, who resided with my daughter for many years and with me for a short period before his forever home. He is on the higher side of life (dead). My grandson had never met him. But seemed to know and looked for him.
And then the other day, I picked up my grandson from his daycare. It was the first time at that particular school. When I arrived, all the kids were on the playground and gathered toward me. One little girl was crying horribly. I finally asked, ‘Do you want a hug?’ She reached her arms out, so I picked her up and gave her love. I put her down and the rest of toddlers continued looking at me. I said I would give hugs to everyone and sent the energy of love to them as my grandson arrived from getting his clothes changed. I swore that these children could feel my energy and perhaps see a light around me.
Backstory: My daughter saw auras around people. When she was around 9 years old, I asked what color she saw around me. She said it was red. Truly, it made sense at the time since I was the main caregiver in our family and dealt with societal situations.
Think about it. Have you walked into a store and children just stared at you for what seemed like no reason? Maybe, maybe not.
It’s always good to be a skeptic – that is until you realize there’s no point in it because you already know the truth. Not everyone does, though.
I mentioned to my bestie about the children gathering around me. She said that’s a problem when it’s time for pickup. Children come to the door hoping it’s their loved one. Talk about popping my bubble. My daughter said something similar.
Well, guess what? I’ve been back to that daycare a couple more times and the children have never gathered again. I believe!
With the other situation, my daughter got the idea to check with the daycare about the name Dante. There is a child by that name. She shared the story with daycare worker, and that woman said it was probably Dante.
My daughter and I both agreed that Dante was there. Heck, I didn’t really need more confirmation. I saw what my grandson did, and so did my daughter. My daughter had to step out of the room for a moment when it happened.
Rey Rey, an aging part husky/English Shepherd, has not been well for quite some time. I said, ‘Dante is waiting for her.’ We agreed. It brought comfort.
Perhaps they do in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp and the surrounding area. Imagine residing, working with a group of psychic mediums daily for seven, eight years.
Just the other day a certified medium, healer, teacher and ordained minister stopped by for a quick chat. He said something about he wondered where all the mediums have been lately, probably in their homes. I said it’s chilly. Someone has got to keep this rational. I knew there was more.
‘How do you know all these people are alive? Maybe they’re Spirit and we just don’t know it. Are they people, or Spirit?’ We rolled with laughter and gave a fist pump. I said this is my next blog. We laughed more.
I swear by this – about two months ago I had a similar conversation with another resident of Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. Heck, the two probably contrived the whole scenario. LOL
Backstory: A gentleman I’ve known since my student program days said to me: ‘When I see you, wave, so that I know you’re alive. I’ll wave too, so you know I’m alive.’ I agreed to wave.
What a hoot! You cannot make this up. Well, I’m sure I could. I am a writer with a creative streak, or some may call it me being a channel to whomever wants to speak from the universe at any given time. Maybe now.
What is real? What is not?
I had an episode recently with one of my eyes. I saw a flock of birds in it. Thankfully, my retina is attached. I explained to my eye doctor, who is also a medical doctor, that I see what looks to be my pupil. I said my bestie from childhood, and I decided that perhaps I was seeing the lens that you surgically implanted. He smiled and then chuckled. He said it was a floater and guess what its shape is circular. LOL
Listen, don’t judge me. I’ve seen some shit you can’t even imagine.
Seriously though, who needs a street with ears when a psychic medium and reporter is on the scene.
Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.