I have always been told to “Follow your heart”. I’ve come to the realization and have come to terms with that the heart wants what the heart wants. It just knows all. Rather than beating yourself up and being torn to pieces, just stop, then remember to just always follow your heart. It’s that simple.
Life is full of surprises. People come into your life and choose to actively remain. Then there are others. Those people who are placed into your life for purpose and reason, may end up leaving unexpectedly. . . slow and easy, or like a bat out of hell! Those are the people who teach us life lessons. Either way, the experiences are what we chose to live during those moments. I’d like to consider my shared experiences as happy moments, without an inkling of regret or reservation. Those moments become memories over a lifetime. There are numerous experiences and memories that I love to share and talk about with others. Then, there are specific experiences and memories I choose to keep to myself. Honestly, I could write an autobiography that would make for excellent reading, raise an eyebrow, or turn a head! As tempting a task it may be, I refuse to put myself through tortured drama at this point in time in my life. Although, I’ll never say never to the notion. There is a high probability that I will eventually, but only when the time is right. Those specific moments are my treasured and intimate memories that I choose never to be free from. They are my personal and cherished collection of a lifetime full of happy moments. Each day I keep adding to my wonderful collection.
Reblogging this as TODAY, Feb. 8, 2016, marks my 9th year anniversary of being diagnosed with that dreaded breast cancer. My personal account of it all, but of course, with my sense of humor. Enjoy!
After a little over eight years, I thought it time I start blogging about that dreaded disease I had the displeasure to experience, which seems so long ago. Yes, folks, I’m talking about cancer. Breast cancer to be more specific. Or as I called them, “The Intruders”. I remember it like it was yesterday. The norm was to have your first mammogram at the age of forty, so a month after I turned that golden age, I schedule my first mammogram. The day came, and I was a little nervous not knowing what to expect. Thank goodness, the technician had wonderful bedside manners, and was very compassionate all the while explaining what was happening step-by-step. The standard procedure is to be notified at a later date after two radiologists read the film results.
I ended up receiving written correspondence from the facility. After reading it, I wasn’t really too concerned…
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