You are Not a Statistic


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When I first got the news I had cancer, I did not ask questions like: How much time do I have? How many people survive this?

The first words out of my mouth were, “How are we gonna kill this bitch?”

I never wanted to know about statistics because I am not a number. I am a unique individual with a unique past and so are you! Whoever tallies up those survivor numbers lumps everyone in a one group and doesn’t figure out each persons history, health wise or emotional. Both are important. Besides, focusing on that stuff takes away precious time from getting well and that’s all I focused on. Getting well.

If my doctors wanted to do that– fine. My job was to eat healthy, rebuild my immune system and get my mind right. That meant drinking fresh juice, green smoothies, meditating, and visualizing myself healthy. I read books by Kris Carr, Louise Hay and watched positive videos. No one was allowed to discuss negative stuff around me. I learned to put myself first and to love myself 100%, something that had been a foreign idea for most of my life. I deleted anyone from my life who was not a positive influence and I didn’t feel bad doing it.

I made plans for the future.

Doing those things and continuing to do so is why I am here today… over five years cancer free and counting.

You get to decide what is best for you, whether you have a life threatening illness or not. Its your life! You are not a statistic. You are a fantastic unique individual!

Be well!


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I’m Lovin’ My Colostomy Bag


I have an ostomy bag.

It makes my life better.

Before that I went through adult diapers like crazy and I couldn’t keep any weight on. After the colostomy surgery I didn’t have as many bowel movements and my weight stabilized. Now I lead a pretty normal life and definitely a less stressful one! Most people who know I wear a bag attached to my abdomen are online. I don’t advertise it unless my bag “goes off” while I’m in a public place and the noise draws attention to me. That’s when I either laugh it off and say nothing, or give a quick lesson on the benefits of an ostomy. I’ve never had anyone say anything derogatory about my bag to my face and frankly even if someone did, I would shrug it off –because I do not care what anyone thinks about my bag or me for that matter. I like myself just the way I am and I’m grateful to be alive. That’s all that matters.

The reason I decided to write this post is because a fellow ostomate was deeply offended by a remark (actually it was a dumb joke) made by someone (who does not have an ostomy)  about having a colostomy bag. (Whew! Trying to write that last sentence and make it make sense, got me all tangled up in my own underwear!)The funny thing is, this person who got offended is a writer and believes in “free speech” in general, but apparently joking about colostomy bags is over the line. In other words, free speech is good unless you are the target of that speech.

I also believe in free speech and that means speech I may not agree with. Someone can make fun of colostomy bags all day long and my response is, “Who cares?” I will admit years ago I said I wanted shoes to my match my colostomy bag (as in handbag. Get it? Your shoes should always match your bag). Back then, I didn’t know what a colostomy bag was. I was ignorant and you can bet I never dreamed I’d actually have one–but I do. Maybe it was a law of attraction thing. Who knows? I don’t, but I do know this bag is a permanent part of my life and I’m glad to have it. Before the bag, I’d freak out if I had to poop and was in the middle of heavy freeway traffic. Now it comes without warning but at least its emptying into that bag. Of course as soon as I can, I empty it in a public toilet but I’ll save that story for another time.

This blogger also told story about a woman (with an ostomy) who was at a bar talking to a guy who seemed to “like” her, so she decided to be upfront about her appliance. His reaction was childish to say the least and she was devastated. If she told me what happened in that bar, I would have said, “First of all, you’re in a bar. How many people find their one true love when their all liquored up? Second, your ostomy is none of his business or anyone else’s, but if you choose to share this information be ready for whatever response comes up. You cannot control other people’s behavior but you can control yours. You don’t have to feel victimized either. Why do you give a shit what some drunk guy thinks?”

Eleanor Roosevelt said (I’m paraphrasing) “No one makes you feel bad without your permission.” She should know, her mother was a real bitch to Eleanor when she was a kid.

People say stupid shit all day long. Just turn on cable news for a minute and you’ll see what I mean. I say stupid shit. You say stupid shit. We all do, but hopefully we learn to stop saying it out loud so much. I think it’s a human flaw. We also need to stop being so offended. Whatever that person said that ticked you off, has nothing to do about them, it has everything to do about you and how you see yourself. No one is perfect. We all have secrets we think would be the end of the world if someone found out. I have news for you; it won’t. In the grand scheme of things no one cares or if they do, it will be only for a minute, until there is someone else they can gossip about or judge.

As for that woman in the bar, she will eventually meet someone who will fall in love with her, ostomy and all and until then I suggest she work on her boosting self esteem because confidence is sexy. She would be surprised to find out how many of us are walking around with bags hidden under our clothing.

Life is too short to get worked up about bullshit. Instead of being offended about petty shit, go out and have fun!

Be well and LOVE yourself 100%