It was March 12, 2007 when I walked home from work in Nova Scotia, answered a phone that changed my life forever. Dr. B called and told me I had cancer, an aggressive type and that I should be prepared for a lot of hospital and doctor visits in the next few days.
I was stunned and numb. I didn't know what to do. I had to wait for "A" to come home from her work. It seemed like hours, but it was probably minutes; I really don't know. But when I did tell her, she broke out crying. And I cried too.
365 days have passed and with the help of friends, "A", my Harvey son, , my Gloria, my Winter Binter, my Justin and my grand kids, Dustin, Demetrius, Aaliyah and Bohdan, the journey was actually "enjoyable".
I prayed this morning. I prayed for strength to stay away from that first drink and I pray for acceptance of whatever the PSA test will be this year. I am hoping for zero's but praying for acceptance is the best strategy.
Finally, thank you BLOG for allowing me to share my thought, feelings and prayers.
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