Serendopeity

The faculty of making stupid discoveries by accident. The name of my first Fantasy Football Team. Neither of which have anything to do with this blog. I just like the word. Deal with it !!!!!!

Monthly Archives: August 2009

I have been noteably absent as of late…

and I have no excuse except that I my brain has turned to mush and I have nothing remotely interesting to write about.  At least nothing that I think is interesting.  Not that my blog has ever been really interesting but at least it was mine.  It still is, I know that but I feel like someone else has taken over my body and thoughts so…

 

No, I am not drunk.  No, I am not stoned.  Maybe just crazy.

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When the Saints…

In 1982 I travelled to Nova Scotia with Mom and Dad to visit Uncle Jerry who was vacationing there.  On the way home we went via the US, crossing over from New Brunswick, stopping at the famous LLBeans store in Freeport Maine and then heading to Portland Maine.  In Portland we stopped at a Holiday Inn to have some breakfast and to make a reservation at another Holiday Inn in  Burlington, Vermont  for that night.

While sitting in the Dining Room having breakfast there was a table behind us with a group of people having a very spirited conversation.  By spirited I mean loud but not obnoxious, a conversation that one could not help but overhear.  There was also a voice that I will never forget – one that could be heard above all the rest.  She was lamenting that the donations were not coming in as fast as she would like and therefore it was time to “get off their asses” and get the “money  coming in”.  I looked over at the table and knew immediately who the voice belonged to.  I had been a Kennedy follower for many years, since my Grade 12 American History class taught by Phil Sharp at PCI.  However my fascination with America’s “Royal Family” was limited to the political side and mainly JFK  (who, to this day, I swear I remember watching his funeral and seeing JFK Jr., salute the cassion as it went by even though I was the same age as John-John.) But I had seen enough Kennedy Family photos to know that the woman who was speaking was Eunice Kennedy  Shriver.  What I didn’t know at the time was her passion and devotion to the Special Olympics and many other charities involved with making the world a better place for everyone.

I didn’t know that until today when I watched her funeral.  I wish that in 1982 at the young age of 22 that I had had more of a social conscience than I do today, that I had listened more carefully to her as she spoke and that I had taken the time to introduce myself and tell her what an awesome woman she was.  But, back then I didn’t know what awesome women were nor that there were so many people less fortunate than I was.  I didn’t know that I was “priviledged”, not by money or social stature but by the mere luck of being born female and caucasion and “normal”  in a country as diversified as Canada.  Hell, I didn’t even know what diversified was – we were all Canadian’s and that’s what I knew.

That was then and this is now.  And I as I watched her daughter Maria speak about her “Mummy” and as I listened to the many many things that Eunice Kennedy Shriver had accomplished in her life I finally understood what it truly meant to “Celebrate” a life.  If there ever was a life to celebrate it was this one. 

Later in my life I became a Special Olympics volunteer.  My neice Maggie and I volunteered to teach Autistic children to swim.  It wasn’t until today that I found out that I had Eunice Shriver to thank for that opportunity.  And it was an opportunity; one that taught me humanity and compassion and how, as humans we are not really all that “different” no matter what label has been placed upon us.  I am just sorry that it took 40 years of my life to realize something she had so much earlier in hers.

Eunice Kennedy Shriver is one woman I will never forget.  One woman who made such a difference in so many lives.  One woman who’s legacy will live on in her children and their children and the lives she touched.

Rest in Peace Mrs. Shriver, you have earned it.

5 Years and counting

Although my official date is not until October 28, 2009, I had my 5th year annual check up with the Radiation Oncologist this past Wednesday.

I really never thought I would see the 5 year mark.  The surgery went well, the chemo and radiation went well while they were happening.  However, it was the after effects of said radiation and chemo that almost killed me.

Happily enough I managed to kick them in the ass and well, here I am 5 years later.  Somedays I almost forget – but then a little twitch or pain shows up and I am again reminded that I am a SURVIVOR.  That’s right I am A CANCER SURVIVOR and try as I may, I will never really forget.  And to be truthful I don’t want to forget.  Forgetting would mean that I didn’t care and that’s just not true.

 

See, as I have said before I will tell anyone who will listen and even those who won’t about the dangers of heartburn and living on antacids and prescription Acid Reflex drugs.  Listen up people, believe me YOU DO NOT WANT TO GO THROUGH WHAT I DID!!!!

Although cancer stats are getting better on the whole there are some that are not getting better and EC is one of them. 

I implore you – if you suffer from heartburn on a regular basis please, please see your Doctor and demand that you get a scope.  Barrett’s Esophagus is now becoming a “common” disease and it can be treated.  A very small percentage of people diagnosed with Barrett’s will be diagnosed with EC.  I cannot see wating till that time – so if you have heartburn, if you scarf down handfuls of Rolaids or Tums and they are becoming one of your major food groups, go to the Doctor.  Do not pass GO, do not collect $200.  JUST GO!!!!!

I am one of the lucky ones thus far – don’t wait to be able to call yourself LUCKY because it might not happen that way.

I know I go on and on about EC but I have to.  No one and I mean no one would want to have this incidious form of cancer.  Believe ME.

 

Nancy

Wasting away again in Margaritaville…

I wish I actually had time to waste away doing nothing.  It seems the more I try to streamline my life the busier it gets.

I spent all after noon “polishing up” my resume and writing a dynamite cover letter for a position I am applying for with the Alzheimer Society.  The cover letter is a killer, if I do say so my self but it had to be – I lack the specific post-secondary education they are asking for.  Somehow Police Sciences is not the same as Media Sciences.  The only thing they have in common is the “Sciences” part although I did have to take a course on Media Relations when I took Police Sciences.

The position I am applying for is one of a Fund Raiser.  As someone who cares for two Alzheimer patients on a 24/7 basis I am well aware of the need for funding that this agency and others like it require to offer the services that it does to the people who need it the most.

The job is part time only, 22 hours a week.  In addition to me being perfect for the job, the job is perfect for me.  Recently we were approved for 24 hours of respite care a week. This means that I can hire someone for up to 24 hours a week at $10/hour to look after mom and dad while I am at work and it will be paid for.  Anything above that will be our own responsibility but that is ok.  I can’t see us needing anymore than 5 or 6 hours on top of the 24.

I am really excited about this job.  I know I can do this.  I am no stranger to fund raising – hey, I used to sell the most Girl Guide cookies in my group. Fund raising for cash is the same just a little different.  The principles are the same the outcome the same just different.  (If you understand what I just said,  you too can be a fund raiser…)

Anyhow, wish me luck.  I am dropping off the resume on Tuesday, tomorrow is a holiday here and they will not be open.  I’ll keep you posted.

 

Nancy