AS UNIMAGINABLE CHANGE IS UPON US, ALL, PANDEMIC FEAR AROUSES PANIC IN MANY

In hopes of remaining calm rather than feeding fear by watching the news, I’m feeling philosophical ... and by concentrating on facts, I’m barring ‘what if’s’ from invading my peace of mind ...

Suddenly, everyone seems as concerned about their health as has been true of me, over this past year.  As I’m so immune suppressed that catching any virus has been life threatening, our sons have convinced us (by calling individually as well as during conference calls) to self quarantine for at least a week at a time until we all have a better idea about how rapidly the corona virus may be spreading throughout the world as well as zeroing in on its effect upon the very young, elderly and infirm, as proves true of the flu.

Since Will, who had a serious case of pneumonia, which saw him hospitalized for an extended stay, several years ago and whose age places him at risk, our sons (Eric, having asthma, is also at risk) have lovingly convinced him to self quarantine, as well.

So, as proves true of countless others, we’re in the house, well stocked with goods, wondering how this pandemic fear will effect lasting change throughout the world as change is bound to result from a domino effect, whose proportions remain unknown while, right now, our main concern dwells solely upon keeping our loved ones well as we all absorb shockwaves from watching the entire world, as we know it, shutting down.

As the fearsome nature of this epidemic is way beyond belief, we can’t help but wonder what today’s sense of panic will lead our planet to experience on a global scope, next ... Is it possible that differences separating us into divisive groups for eons will dissipate as fear of a common enemy creates sound reason for nations to rally together for the common good, at last?

I’m hopeful that world leadership (excepting those whose mentality apes self aggrandizement) will take a smart stand of togetherness; it’s certainly not those who are panicking in whom I place my trust, suggesting that as we’re all in need of change for the better, hopefully, divisive forces may dissipate from the air, which we each need to breathe, free from fear of each other ...

No doubt, change on a global scope, which is bound to injure many, will benefit others ... As for me, on a very personal note, I’ve become accustomed to being homebound, and as this last round of chemo has not offered up nasty side effects, as of yet, I’m feeling better than was true, last week.  So, while we take precautionary measures to stay apart from each other rather than panicking about the spread of deadly disease invading home after home, I hope you’ll choose to join those of us who place a high value upon the healing nature of spreading love wherever it has been much too scarce in the past ...

And remember to wear gloves when pumping gas

As to the compromised populous of Italy, this nation is not alone in its fight to heal.  I believe that Italians will hang tight as do I while family, friends and medical braintrusts inspire my spirit to continue to battle a foreign body from further invading my good health.

As a matter of fact, fighting the good fight has offered my spirit sound reason to stand up in defense of my life so
as to inspire my smarts to do whatever proves necessary to regain my good health as my mantra is reaffirmed on a daily basis thus reminding me to never-give-up-on-winning-the-good-fight as long as my lungs can inhale enough oxygen to clear my brain to declare my inner strengths worthy of mustering the courage necessary to recover from fear of disease while I take every precautionary measure to recover from the disease, itself.

Part 2—CONCERNING MY NEED TO SWITCH CHANNELS BY CONSCIOUS CHOICE Part 2.

I wonder how many therapists are seeing clients who are freaking out as our world spirals off its axis while (in addition to angst over trump), we worry on a global scope about the deadly nature of the corona virus.  I mean, when has an entire European nation shut itself down?  And on and on ...

Now, everyone’s brain floods with fearful reactiveness whenever a cough or sneeze is released just as proves true of patients, like me, whose immune systems are compromised from chemo being pumped into our bloodstreams in hopes of deactivating tumors, which prove to be one of Mother Nature’s most aggressive enemies of longevity.

If we can’t feel happy while all of our loved ones are healthy then when will a relaxed attitude concerning everything that’s way beyond each person’s control be ours?

As soon as I get uptight, my brain has been trained to ask myself this question—can I change any aspect of this scary situation?  If the answer is no then I call forth my well-practiced line of self control and while standing as near as I can to this imaginary line where my sense of self discipline adheres to logical thinking, my strength of spirit encourages my brain to inhale a healthy dose of oxygen, followed by exhaling a self steadying stream of pent up stress.

As to my heartfelt tenacity, which strengthens my spirit each time positively focused energy surges through my mind, I can feel determination inspiring my sense of wholeness to relax with the realization that I can create change for the better by consciously choosing to embrace a healthy attitude, which clears my thought processor to accept reality without freeing subconscious fear to couple up with imagination, thus transforming my brain into a cage in which a gerbil running on a wheel, gets no place fast, most especially throughout a tossed and turned night.  Whew!

Thank goodness for EMDR therapy, which encourages my processor to create new channels of thought that strengthen my conscious connection to positively focused insights, which serve to brighten my connection to self awareness, which in turn, spotlights personal need to call forth character traits, like tenacity, courage, patience and good humor when current events, beyond my personal control, continue to spiral too fast to process the domino effect that intrudes upon everyone’s sense of personal safety, throughout the world.

This post, written yesterday while I was plugged into chemo, offers my think tank sound reason to minimize my fearful reaction to a virus that is causing millions to freak out for sound reason—sooo in closing for today ...

Please note that, last night, Will and I enjoyed time well spent with another couple, dear friends, who had lovingly brought dinner.  Though Will had battled cancer as did my dear friend, whose husband is battling against bladder cancer, right now, most of our conversations concerned politics and family, the latter refocusing our minds upon loved ones, who offer our spirits countless reasons to smile.

So far, while sitting in this chemo chair, attached to tubes dripping yet another new cocktail into my port, I’ve actually begun to enjoy another positively focused day based in my determination to plug my ever heightening trait of self awareness into my brain’s expansive capacity to redirect my chosen attitude away from spiraling downward in favor of feeling appreciative of my having thought out of the box so as to have conjured up this line of self control, during my child-raising years ... and as, presently, this new combination of drugs is causing my eyelids to feel heavy, I’ll end today's post, the writing of which has, thankfully redirected my attitude away from spirally out of control toward relaxing my fears, at least for right now, suggesting our having witnessed my strength of spirit freeing my youthful mind and elderly body to get the rest needed to do battle with the aggressive nature of this sarcoma, which, upon having invaded my lung for no reason other than to snatch my good health in its grasp, has not yet been successful at wrestling my lust for life to the mat  ... so why end today’s train of thought for today with an arousal of anger?  Because, having engaged in countless sessions of therapy has offered me insight into understanding that anger, acknowledged so as to release an awareness of suppressed angst let’s off steam in a healthy manner based in the fact that my mind-steadying line of emotional control does not loose sight of logic, which continues to offer me a balanced view of the bigger picture, suggesting that with family, friends and my medical team’s wealth of knowledge and experience staunchly in my corner, my brain does not do battle against this brainless tumor, round after round, all by myself, and as the limbic portion of my brain stem, which is preprogrammed to spiral away from logic when panic becomes pandemic  is proactively protected by my spirit’s positively focused resilience, my well-practiced power of intuition has trained my processor to stand ready to attentively place my toes on my line of emotional self control so as to switch tracks from thoughts that entangle my mind with downers in favor of refocusing on uppers with which the writer in me fills post after post, many of which I review countless times for the sake of depth absorption, knowing that my conscious memory needs a boost most especially when each next round of chemo ties my brain into tight knots of misery that make me feel as if stranger danger has invaded my mind and body.  And as writing frees intuitive thought to filter this bite sized portion of angry steam from remaining repressed within my subconscious, my eyes are closing—more peacefully than before.
❤️😊🌈🌻🙋🏻‍♀️ Annie

PS
My three sons, concerned about my longevity, have convinced me to quarantine my vulnerabilities against the aggressive nature of the corona virus, over these next couple of weeks of uncertainty, which made sense to me.  After all, my mom, having beat stiff odds at the age of 82, to which her medical team expected her to succumb, lived to dance through her birthday party which celebrated our good fortune to commemorate 100 years of her lust for life ... and Mom’s spirit, in tandem with Dad’s robust love of life, offer me two role models upon which to pattern my choice of attitudes, which continue to influence the mindful direction of three fully grown men, whose love runs clearly through the line each time they call to check up on their mom as they watched me do with mine, and The positive aspect of that domino effect fuels my spirit with the fortitude to smile each time they call to reassure themselves that Will and I are truly taking good care of their elderly mother and father ... lucky Will.  Lucky me ...

CONCERNING MY NEED TO SWITCH CHANNELS BY CONSCIOUS CHOICEPart 1 ...

Yesterday, despite enjoying David, Ravi and dear friends, who brought dinner, I was feeling down, short of breath and physically out of sorts.  It was not until evening, when everyone left that my symptoms added up to my having a reaction to last week’s infusion of chemo (the second week being the most reactive time), over the past couple of days.  And as those symptoms did not flatten me, rather than feeling down, I felt suddenly relieved.  Whew!

Today, I awoke feeling much relieved of most of those symptoms just in time to ready my emotional shield to steady my approach to accepting tomorrow’s infusion of a new chemo (which will be added to whatever bag of chemo that was injected, last week) with a sense of clear-headed, self control necessary to keep my mind’s eye focused upon the bigger picture of my need to do everything possible in hopes of defeating this tumor from further endangering my life until my oncologist deems my sarcoma readied to undergo surgery .

Though I’m taking precautions to remain aware of the global impact of the corona virus (which is huge as indicated by the domino effect that continues to spiral), my personal need to sustain my inner strengths to contain fearful reactions from running away with the logical portion of my mind is more than enough for my processor to maintain, day after day.  So with thoughts of minimizing my fearful reactions, I consciously maintain my line of control, which reins in my imagination from spiraling each time my compromised immune system, which would surely succumb to this virus that attacks the lung, comes to mind.

And with that said, I’ll consciously switch channels, right now, from examining my fears to refortifying my think tank with peaceful thoughts by acknowledging my good fortune to be surrounded by love during this time of worldwide crises, as another couple is bringing dinner, tonight, after Will drops David—who’s heading back to the coast—at the airport, late this afternoon.
Annie 🙋🏻‍♀️🌈🌻🌳

WHERE THERE’S A TREE, THERE’S A WAY!

In keeping with my admiration for
The tenacious nature of
A tree’s inner strengths, working
In tandem to overcome all odds so
As to enjoy a long, fruitful life
We are reminded to embrace
A certain catch phrase as our own
Most especially at times when
The going gets so rough that
Being our own best advocate proves
Imperative to regaining good health—
Don’t fence me in!

Like the tenacious nature of this tree
My brain’s intuitive powers
Seek creative solutions to
Classic problems by
Thinking outside the box ...
🌳Annie

CHEMO KINDNESS— HEALTH UPDATE #13 EXPANDED UPON ...

For those of you who prefer a synopsis of my thoughts rather than the soliloquy that’s naturally my style, your wish is about to come true😊

I’m glad to say that other than feeling light headed while standing (I have an appt. to see a cancer cardiologist), I’m still feeling better in the aftermath of my most recent chemo infusion, last Wednesday.

The fact that this new protocol is much less intense than my first two protocols, suggests why this chemo is effective in reducing the size and activity of tumors within only 25% of patients fated to march ever more courageously into a highly personal, life or death struggle with cancer.

Currently, with positive attitude being my sturdy shield, fending off fear, day after day, I’m hoping that this new chemo protocol, which is treating me ever so kindly, is two faced, so that it will terrorize the sarcoma (which has already overwhelmed one lung into submission) to shrink away from further encroachment upon my heart until my Houston oncologist deems my body readied to undergo a dual surgery so complex as to require my positively focused energy to muscle up, immeasurably ...  and now that you’ve witnessed the intuitive portion of my brain offering my thought processor yet another heartfelt pep talk, I’ll close with a smile, based in our family’s difficult decision as to whether David’s plan to fly in, last night, would be cancelled or not.  And having gone back and forth, during several phone conversations, I’m glad to say that a family fun fest lies directly ahead as this weekend unfolds ...

As to the global nature of the mind-swirling crises created by the corona virus, most people are choosing to cancel flights in favor of playing it safe at home, so thank goodness for the fact that though flights are being cancelled, day in and day out, the depths of our heartfelt love for one another continues to fly back and forth around the world for free!  As usual, we see how a common enemy brings the consensus of the majority, together.  Now, let’s hope the same group mentality holds true for our nation in crises, this coming November. 🌈🦚Annie

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DO YOU KNOW THAT A PIRATE, WAITING TO STEAL YOUR CONNECTION TO LOGIC, DWELLS INSIDE YOUR HEAD?

I know two people, both bright and college educated, who were recently, individually, fleeced by highly successful scammers. How can that be?

In each case, the scammer must have touched a raw nerve that had terrified these intelligent, well educated people (a man and a woman) so deeply within the subconscious portion of their brains as to have stimulated a limbic reaction to emerge at such an overwhelming degree as to have knocked out each one’s calm connection to clarity, because a fearful (like a furious or euphoric) state of mind fogs up all sense of clarity necessary to view reality so mindfully as to remain aware of need to place the wild side of your brain’s imaginative wandering into time out before fear stimulates your adrenal glands to suffocate your thought processor with an over production of adrenaline, which frees your brain stem’s fight/flee/freeze survival instincts to solo on center stage, reacting as would a puppet, controlled completely by a scammer, who, having silenced your intelligence, is now the only voice you can hear, suggesting the liar having usurped control over pushing your buttons and pulling your strings.

Today’s scammers are literally so adept at scaring people out of our wits that a person’s thought processor’s connection to logic is totally overwhelmed to the point of disconnection by his/her brain stem’s fear-based limbic reactiveness, which proves true of human nature across the board.

So far, my well practiced line of self control has withheld an overproduction of adrenaline, freeing my processor to identify need to keep a clear frame of mind when a scammer’s voice is beginning to fill my head with claptrap that makes no sense to the logic based portion of my brain.

Today’s scammers are present-day pirates whose swashbuckling swords have expanded to slash their way past the seven seas throughout cyberspace.  Their acting skills are so well practiced as to thoroughly scare the processors of honest fol out of their right minds.

Once a person’s connection to clarity has fallen into the lying clutches of a scammer’s mind control, yesteryear’s unresolved trauma feels so current that all sense of reality fogs up, which is why we tend to say—what a difference a day makes.  And knowing how easily my think tank can scare me silly, I choose to sleep on any self-terrorizing (deeply debilitating) sense of inner conflict that is stimulated to erupt from deep within my subconscious in hopes of ‘thinking smart’, overnight, thus minimizing those times when my limbic system is likely to make a rash decision, which is actually in cahoots with any culprit who proves accountable for running away with my brain’s natural capacity to think so calmly (clearly) as to outsmart the cyberspace scammer on the the other side of the line, whose primary goal remains as determined to fleece me of my hard earned cash as did yesteryear’s pirate, who had captained his ship’s gang of thieves on the seven seas.

As I wish more people knew about the explosive nature of each one’s limbic system, I pen one true story after another, most of which highlight the importance of accomplishing success in life with grace by way of conscientiously honoring the personal achievement of heightening levels of self awareness, self discipline, self respect and self esteem, all of which are determined by your subconscious level of self worth, which may still be contained within a blocked mental state of repression instigated at a time when your defense system had deemed it in your best interest to hijack all conscious awareness of terror after a highly personal, belittling childhood experience traumatized your mind as had happened with mine ... you see, at times when your conscious self worth and subconscious self worth do not match that’s when the scammer on the line banks on the pirate, who hides inside your head to arouse the wild side of your imagination to run away with your intelligence in mere seconds flat ... and not until later, when your release of adrenaline normalizes, does your processor’s reconnection to clarity concerning reality reawaken the logical portion of your brain to ask—what the hell just happened to me?  And with no clue about the classic nature of our brain stem’s limbic system, which was necessary for survival when great beasts roamed the earth, we tend to bully our smarts into the presumptuous belief that we’re crazy or even worse to self worth, just plum dumb, when neither put down is true, at all.  And that’s why I caution my sons to call forth their well practiced line of emotional control, so their smarts can remain clear headed most especially at those times when everyone else is running in circles like chickens without heads yelling GET OUT OF MY WAY—TAKE COVER—THE SKY IS FALLING AND WE’LL ALL BE KILLED!!!

It’s at those times that your smarts and mine must remain clear so that your connection to clarity remembers what a difference a day makes ...

HEALTH UPDATE 12B OUR SECOND FLIGHT TO HOUSTON PROVED FRUITFUL, INDEED

After leaving the oncologist’s office in Houston, All I felt was a HUGE sense of relief!
Why?  Because the good doctor had offered sound reason for changing my chemo protocol, again.

Immediately after greeting us, Dr. Ravi’s eyes locked ever so seriously into mine, and here is the first thing he said:  ‘Annie, your side effects were terrible—we have to stop doing this to you.’ And as that was a direct quote, his words, floating into my ears, proved to be the most effective of salves, much needed to soothe every debilitated atom that continues to make me—me, while my body exists in this seriously diminished, chemo-induced state of being

As Dr. Ravi continued to speak, imagine me leaning forward, breathing in every word of his explanation as to why a third change in my chemo protocol proved necessary.  And once relief cleared my mind of personal need to declare myself bordering on desperation, I, listening intently, learned that the intensity of my current chemo protocol has diminished my heart’s natural ability to pump oxygenated blood around my body, and that’s why Dr. Ravi came up with a plan, which, being harmonic with everything my intuitive intelligence had need to hear, stimulated my spirit take a leap of faith away from remaining firmly tied to the dock toward springing so freely into the air as to land with both feet fully planted aboard this newly constructed life raft in one fell swoop.  And now, let’s see what Dr. Ravi’s third life-saving plan proves to be—

We’ll offer my body several days of rest (Yes! Yes! Yes!) before infusing me with a third chemo protocol that’s much reduced in intensity until my debilitated heart function (which, along with low blood count, has been causing weeks of light headedness) heals on its own. Though the second chemo protocol had somewhat reduced the tumor’s size and activity level, its intensity was literally half killing the healthy portions of me.

As my heart function recovers, my blood count rises and my level of energy improves, this third chemo protocol will be discontinued in favor of resuming the second chemo protocol at an adjusted level, because the second protocol proves to be the most effective sarcoma-killing agent, of all!  The fact that I never had to plead even one word of my body’s desperate need for change was reason enough for my injured heart to fall in love with my Houston oncologist, on the spot!🌻❤️

Thank God for doctors whose brains and ears are as firmly connected to compassionate hearts as their professional training is firmly attached to the black and white found in their patients’ charts!😊
Of course, I can’t deny that the primary reason for this most recent change in chemo is based upon heart scans that clearly declared my heart in distress.

Since chemo protocol #2 had caused my heart’s natural pumping ability to diminish, determining why light-headedness sees me pretty much housebound until this dysfunctional state of being repairs itself (which I’ve been assured it will, slowly, over time), my general state of mental laxity and physical lethargy, over these past several weeks, makes sense.  And having absorbed the fact that physical miseries will be gone baby gone (at least for a while), I was wheeled out of Dr. Ravi’s office floating on sensations of released relief, feeling 100% content with Dr. Ravi being in charge of my physical well being until he sees fit to signal Dr. Reardon and Dr. Chan to ready me for surgery.

How will Dr. Ravi know when readiness is ripe?  When chemo protocol #2, being resumed at a reduced intensity stops attacking the tumor’s aggressive activity.  Why not stick with chemo protocol #3?  Because it proves effective in only 20% of the patients whose lives are threatened by aggressive sarcomas.  If I am not amongst those 20% then chemo protocol #2, at a reduced intensity, will prove necessary to prepare me for life-saving surgery.

Will, being both my loving husband and a meticulous surgeon, feels torn about reducing the intensity of chemo#2.  Though he knows my heart must be healthy to undergo such a complex surgery successfully, his worry, concerning the aggressive, advanced nature of this tumor, which is encroaching upon my heart, sees his mind fielding a curve ball, resembling Catch 22.

We flew home on Wednesday, and yesterday, being Friday, I chose to accompany Will on a brief errand—first time in many weeks that I’ve had the energy to leave our home to go anywhere other than doctors’ appointments.  I must have been running on pure adrenaline, because once clarity’s spotlight shone directly at reality, my euphoric state of mind landed back on planet Earth. 

Tomorrow, we’re hoping to enjoy dinner out with our closest friends in celebration of the oncologist’s declaration, in Houston, that these last two chemo treatments were too intense (#2 actually damaging my heart)—so why celebrate?  Because my spontaneous reaction to Dr. Ravi’s findings offered my body’s natural reaction of desperation such a huge sense of relief as to stimulate my highly personal reason to celebrate this imminent change in chemo protocol, which had caused more misery than my defense system chooses to consciously recall.

Though days pass quietly, I feel so grateful for this next change in chemo protocol that each quiet day, free of physical misery, pretty much describes all that I require to feel content, at least for now.

Early in March, a third protocol will be infused if my blood count is up and my heart’s dysfunction Is on the mend.  Though I’d love to participate in up-coming events as friends gather for this reason or that, my primary goal of deactivating this tumor from encroaching upon my heart remains compliant with doctor’s orders in hopes of restrengthening my heart healthy state of being in readiness to withstand the rigorous, dual surgery, ahead.

As always, I’ll be with everyone in spirit until, once again, my body’s recovery of good health takes me wherever I really want to go.

Most likely, I’ll undergo several additional chemo treatments followed by several weeks to recover physical strengths, which will surely be undermined by chemo’s grip on the healthy portions of my body, because the less active the tumor, the more successful the curative aspect of these dual surgeries tends to be concerning warding off re-occurrence of this aggressive tumor, down the road.  In short, additional chemo treatments will be infused with hopes of killing any rogue sarcoma cells that may remain undetected when future PET scans are read.

As to how long it may take to recover my health, well, that’s not in question for this reason:  currently, my hope is aimed at re-energizing at least enough to quietly participate in a greater quality of life rather than lying in bed, month after month, feeling grateful for the fact that my organ systems are still functioning on their own.  As to currently decreased heart function, it must restrengthen in order to endure the complicated surgery, which we hope to be curative.

I’m so relieved to know that my sense of logic and humor have remained intact throughout the intensity of my personal chemo experiences, because one of my personal goals continues to focus upon consciously maintaining the mental acuity of attaining a curative recovery with grace, concerning self control remaining high on my list of inner strengths.  I mean how better can I demonstrate the depths of my amazing good fortune to feel so well taken care of by so many loved ones other than by welcoming each one’s presence with a cheerful smile that naturally invites family and friends to continue to participate freely in my recovery of good health by interweaving your heartfelt positive focus with Will’s and mine.  I hope that, even when I feel need to be quiet, you continue to feel the true depths of my love, every day!

As the days progress forward, I can’t express the depths of my relief to know that my oncologist in Houston, who prescribes intense doses of chemo to sarcoma patients, every single day, determined my side effects as being ‘terrible’ followed by informing me about the debilitated state of a portion of my heart function as soon as he’d entered the exam room—before I ever had a chance to open my mouth in hopes of voicing my need of change for the better, and upon hearing this sarcoma specialist say that we need a different set of drugs to allow my heart to heal, my spirit felt so relieved of suppressed stress that my heart’s distress came close to jumping for joy!

Once my heart regains it’s strength and we return to the more effective drug but at a reduced intensity, my reduced heart ability and severity of the anemia, which left me unable to ambulate more than a few steps before becoming so short of breathe that I’d let myself gently down to the ground, will repair itself, as well, suggesting, once again, the fact that the miracle of life manifests in countless ways, every single day.  Glory be!  Perhaps, as David declares, my spirit is more Rocky-like than Adrianne, after all!

Though my patience is intact, I acknowledge my spirit’s natural eagerness to feel re-energized, again!  Perhaps David is on target when he says—‘Mom, ! You’ve been knocked down and around but your spirit keeps winning in the center ring!  No sitting in the stands for you!’

My scans are all good.  Though my heart’s ejection fraction dropped from 64 to 50, that will improve once chemo #2 is no longer on the attack.  Thank goodness the tumor is less active and has shrunk a bit.  So picture me feeling deeply relieved that change for the better is about to replace severe anemia causing hospitalizations and blood transfusions, every few weeks.

Last week’s appt. literally offered my heart and spirit such good news for another reason, not yet aired.  If Dr Ravi had not taken my physical distress as seriously as he did, I may have left his office seeing myself as a wimp instead of a champ!  Why?  It’s human nature to be much too hard on oneself.🤓

As to hurrying my life forward—as it is, birthdays fly by so fast as to dizzy my head from spinning round to figure out how 26 became 76, over night!!  So as long as physical distress is not extreme, I’ll truly live each day as it comes feeling blessed with love.🙃

As to all of you who see me as being as strong as I hope to be when the going gets rough—perhaps my transfusions are coming from those who are considered ‘Bad ass—I mean, how funny would that be!  As for me, I’m hoping that blood donated by successful comedians proves to be in the mix.
😁

Though I still need my walker, nearby, I forget to use it a good deal of the time.  Hopefully, that’s a positive sign of heart healing and re-balanced blood flow naturally re-stabilizing, a bit more, every day. as my last treatment of chemo, being three weeks ago, fades into the past along with every side effect that had severely taxed my health without fazing my deeply rooted strength of spirit  😊🌻🙋🏻‍♀️

With my little red dress in plain sight, my spirit feel inspired to click my RUBY slippers, thrice, in hopes of magically maintaining enough heart healthy energy to remain at HOME (no hospitalizations in sight since my personal plan for the immediate future is to dance my way through this third protocol of chemo, which I’m destined to experience, beginning this coming Wednesday—
Cha cha cha!💃🏻 😊💪🏼Annie