GEORGIE'S JOURNEY


I've decided to change the title of my blog to Georgie's Journey.  How I Made Hash...does not really fit.  It was to be the title of my autobiography/cookbook and unfortunately that has been put on hold indefinitely and the title is very misleading to those who think it's about making "hash"  the kind you smoke or snort or whatever is done with it these days.

I need to find out how to change the title and get all the entries in chronological order so it's easier to follow the path I'm on.  Not one I've chosen, I must add, but sometimes we have no choice.  We find ourselves plopped down in most unexpected places.

When I think of the past five years I am astounded by all the things that have happened to me.  I thought as you got older things slowed down.  Wrong.  Every thing goes faster.  I am reminded of the old movies where the passage of time was shown by the pages of a calendar flying off the wall.  And each week goes faster, almost at a dizzying speed.  When I was young one Christmas seemed like forever til the next one rolled around.  Now I barely get the decorations down and put away and it's time to drag them out again.  Or maybe I've just gotten slower.

When I first got the report that I had "something" in my right lung that they weren't sure of, I wasn't too worried.  After all I'd stopped smoking 24 years ago and I'd been in a National Lung Study when I lived in the D.C. area and had been having yearly x-rays.  If I had cancer they would surely have found it wouldn't they?

Well, obviously it didn't show up until 2009 and even then it was hard to diagnose.  After many tests, x-rays, CT scans, a broncoscopy and biopsy they finally said, yep you have non small cell lung cancer in your right lung.  We need to do a lobectomy.  At that point I was ready for a lobotomy, especially when they told me how they went through your back and separated the ribs and that it was more painful than open heart surgery.  I had the surgery on my right lung and was told they got all the cancer.  I was referred to an oncologist and cancelled the appointment.  I figured if they got all the cancer, why would I subject myself to chemo?

Since that time if you've been following this blog since I started this journey, you'll know that two years ago  the cancer showed up in the left lung.  This time I opted for a wedge instead of a lobectomy.  One of the lesions (I hate the word tumor) was too close to the aorta to remove, so they just took a section of the lung.  Again, I was referred to an oncologist.  I did not like what he told me, so I waited about  year and saw another oncologist who I liked much better, but stopped short of having a port put in my chest.

Since that time, there has been growth in both lungs and the lymph ducts.  I had pretty much resigned myself to thinking, well this is it.  My time here on earth is about finished.  And then I heard about Mistletoe Therapy.  I am now ready to embark on another journey, one that I am hoping will have positive results.  If you would like to read more about Mistletoe Therapy go to BelieveBig.org. or google Mistletoe Therapy.  Some pretty interesting information can be found there.

In the meantime, I am gearing up once again to try to eat better and get my immune system as good as it can be.  Please say prayers for this to work, not only for me, but for all those who are in need of a positive outcome.  I know with all my being that there is a cure.  I just know it.  Perhaps not in my lifetime, but soon.  There are many good people working to find it.  I truly don't believe the cure has to be worse than the disease.