My Right Arm~


I have a piece of advice if you’re interested, stick with your cancer center when surviving such a monster.

Once put into a survivorship program some of us have to continue seeing other doctors due to location practicality but stick to your cancer center.

I did the right thing moving to where we are happy, healthy and comfortable, then checked in for my doctor red flagging my name. To the doctor it was an immediate alert with something suspicious at my carotid artery. I trust this man obviously since he found my cancer, but Sloan Kettering were who did my treatments and surgery. I’m notoriously loyal to who does me right.

As I await Sloan Kettering getting my cat scan video and blood work, I broke my hand simply dancing backwards while walking on uneven concrete to give my daughter a giggle.

Perfectly practical, right?

Growing up on a farm should usually guarantee you to know not to fly midair and land on your dominant hand but as my mom and Bobby always said “you take it to the limit every time”.

I’m seriously drugged up, and I’m told I’ll beg for my pills tomorrow. I’m one of those paranoid pill poppers, I’ll pass every chance I get. Haven’t take one yet.

Although I’m such a professional patient with being misdiagnosed for years then surviving cancer and Lyme disease, I do everything they say with a smile on my face, I’m genuinely annoyed my health is a constant. I’m ready for one sonofabitchin’ year without a hospital check in.

Constants – the things in life you know will always be there, no doubts.

The exceptional medical care when the scariest person to me (the anesthesiologist) turns out to be a new friend. I know instantly when I connect with a person. After a long talk she teased me for being a lightweight, I replied “not for long”.

The best of the best is in my daughter, as she will not let the house go a day without fixing it as I would and my medications are picked up, I always see my mom in her. Reliable, charitable and compassionate all rolled into one strong one.

I feel luckiest Bobby was home for this event. As soon as we finished unpacking from the move they lost the person that does literally everything. Bobby and paperwork are not friends for one but a comical one. I’m feeling thankful.

My fingers are straight again! I’m feeling thankful my surgery was so enjoyable for a pain in the ass klutzy accident and that my family and friends were 100% there and cared.Now you just saw what’s in my gratitude journal tonight. 😉

There wasn’t a night, except disco dancing, that Bobby didn’t have this played for me.

Every time it comes on we turn to each other, just as we always have, my right arm.

About Donda Danforth

I am the product of lifelong assorted novels in the works. Amateur music producer with official background. Long time freelance writer and ghost writer. Working to tell the truths and tales to the abuse and survival of cancer, Lyme disease, misdiagnoses, adolescent marriage, narcissistic abuse, and the humor that accompanies such a diverse list.
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