tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32309235.post115672698265374152..comments2023-08-07T03:39:00.560-04:00Comments on Life Changing Cancer: What Does it Mean When your Most Pampered Organ Develops Cancer?Lynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15597668719819089422noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32309235.post-1157045989718658282006-08-31T13:39:00.000-04:002006-08-31T13:39:00.000-04:00Hi Lynne,Great blog you have here. The link back ...Hi Lynne,<BR/><BR/>Great blog you have here. The link back to my site unfortunately doesn't work. Please come back and leave a comment once you get it fixed. Thanks!Bobby Griffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11927477198605744391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32309235.post-1156957795214597702006-08-30T13:09:00.000-04:002006-08-30T13:09:00.000-04:00I am leaving a general comment to all of your post...I am leaving a general comment to all of your posts, Lynne. I have found them insightful and touching. My father died of throat cancer and I asked many of the same questions you are asking. My number one question to the doctors was "how does a non-smoker, with no family history, get throat cancer?" The answer: "Sometimes bad things happen to good people." He was 49 when he passed and he missed his first grandchild by mere months. Like me, he was a control freak, so how he lived with his terminal diagnosis was by making lists of things that my mother should know and written explanations (how to deal with the oil heater, how the escrow comes out of the mortgage check etc.). <BR/>What I learned most from him has been reiterated here in your and in others comments. I do not take my time for granted. My son jokingly tells me that I live my life as if I am in a race (you remember my dissertation!). I prioritize my time and know that work is simply a pay check but my family is my life. In fifty years, it won't make a difference that I left dirty dishes in the sink, but it will make a difference that I took my kids for a ride in a kayaak. Most importantly, I learned to distinguish between a problem and an inconvenience. So many people around me get so flustered over what I term "a lump in the oatmeal." I read once that there is a profound difference between a lump in the oatmeal and a lump in the breast. <BR/>Finally, I learned that my father, who I always suspected had a secret superhero identity, really was superman. He faced his illness with a courage that still amazes me.<BR/>Lynne, you too, are incredibly brave and insightful. Your children are so fortunate to have your example...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32309235.post-1156942754406330642006-08-30T08:59:00.000-04:002006-08-30T08:59:00.000-04:00Wow! That is so amazing, Lynne. I had no idea yo...Wow! That is so amazing, Lynne. I had no idea you had this special relationship with your gallbladder. Spooky, to say the least...<BR/><BR/>I had my own "if-only"s when I had cancer (endometrial). If only I'd been the one to try to get pregnant, maybe doctor's would've discovered pre-cancerous cells before the tumor developed or would've discovered the tumor before cells spread into the lymph node. If only I'd eaten better, exercised more, been more spiritual, etc., etc.<BR/><BR/>What to do now? How to maintain trust when faced with this kind of betrayal? Keep asking the questions with compassion, with love...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com