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When it rains it pours!

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Ya’ll I fell down my entire flight of stairs! This was suppose to be my come back month, before my 4th weight loss visit for exercising. I fell hard, and down all 15 stairs. I must admit, if I didn’t have all that cushion, at the back, I would have certainly fracture/broke my tail bone. So, hip hip hooray for the fat! My bad leg, which I completely separated from my foot three years ago, twisted behind me, and that’s the leg I slid down all 15 stairs on. It’s a miracle nothing was broken. And guess what was happening, AGAIN?? Damn furniture delivery. Gawlee!!! The first time I broke my leg, I was directing traffic to get my sofa in, which never made it in. I slipped in mud, and completed broke all three bones connecting my foot and leg. This time, the delivery guy was knocking at the door, and I was coming down the stairs, and my foot slipped in front of me, on the second step. The worst part about it is that I don’t trust that bad leg. I will not where heels, because I am always afraid of falling again. I’ve been living in my home for over a year, and this was the first time, I’ve ever slipped, let alone fallen. I am always super cautious, and just that one moment, I was so excited, and I didn’t pay attention, or practice the caution I have for years, and I rolled.

My elbow is completely skinned up. I can’t hardly laugh, cause everything hurts. I busted my big toe open, right after a fresh Mother’s Day pedicure. I scared my baby so bad, it was a crime shame. But, I will say, she decided when she saw me hit that bottom step, that she was going to help her momma. She had forgotten to hit the button, for emergency like I showed her, but she turned and said, “I am going to get some help for my momma!”, crying, but not hysterical. She was amazingly calm. She was going to get the furniture men to come and help me. But there was no need. I stopped her, and I said let’s check to see if anything is broken. If not, we will get our furniture in the house, and go to ER. That’s exactly what we did.

No breaks, but I feel like I have rolled in a car crash about 6 times, and then got beat up by young Mike Tyson. Lawd!!

I’ll exercise next week. ūüė¶

A girl, 2 best friends, and Lymphatic Cancer

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When most people think of cancer, and how it impacts a person’s life, family and friends’ lives, with sometimes¬†a looming threat of death, most people start to shake and quiver at the mentioning of cancer. Two months ago, I begin my second¬†life-term¬†sentencing, with a Lymphatic cancer. When I was around 22 years old, I had to do the first sentencing with¬†Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. That sentencing lasted a year. There were eleven months of chemotherapy, and 3 weeks of radiation. The pain, fears, tears, and the abandonment were real. Losing the will power and control of your body’s functions were hard to handle, especially when you are so, so young and independent. The feverish and painful attacks that occurred, soon after receiving chemotherapy were gut wrenching. Fatigue that cannot be described in books was harsh. So harsh that sometimes you would wish, even for a flitting moment, that you would just go to sleep, never waking, and rid of all of that suffering.

Suffering becomes a part of life. Then you begin to look at your friends and family and wonder how they must be feeling. You begin to force yourself, through all the pain and fear to crack a smile, joke, or break out in a dance to remind everyone… “I am still here, so please stop worrying, and whatever you do, treat me as if cancer does not live here!”

So, I begin to cook dinners at home, schedule movie and dinner nights around chemotherapy treatments, and dance.¬†I begin to laugh more; I begin to get in with the jokes, perfecting my dance moves and cooking skills! Why? Because my friend who at 18 years of age had been diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, and all he wanted was for me to treat him ‘normal’, not to fear him, and not to leave him!

We never witness his hair loss. However, he got it cut really low, and only if you were up close, could you see the small bald spots. He never lost weight, because I, being a true southern woman, cooked, and he ate (I will not blame him for my weight issues today… hahaha)! He loved my cooking, and all of that fat that was served in it. He is the first cancer patient I have been around that gained weight, while going through chemotherapy. I say it was because I can cook, and my food was really, really good, but we really know it was the goodness of God!

Tomorrow my best friend of all of these years, will turn 34 years old. He has been in remission every since. He has gone on to become a husband, a homeowner, the god-father of my daughter, Gabriella, and will soon graduate as a Radiology Assistant, in December (he loves all things radiology)! He is brilliant! He knows it, because I tell him all the time! His name is Rolando Dupree, my best friend, supporter, my brother.

Happy Birthday baby!!

Rolando

Now, I would have been happy, with this story, had it just finished right there. Rolando is healthy, happy, and a good, good best friend! However, it does not end here for me. I have two people that I am very close to; they are treated as family. For emergency contacts, you will see their names, especially for Gabriella. Her God-Mother sent me a text about 2.5 months ago and told me that some dumb doctor had told her that she had Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. I just stared at the message, and I was cursing her every¬†way I could, up and down the street. First of all, why would you text that too me? Secondly, are you freaking kidding me!?!? No way was this happening again! She went into the hospital for a ruptured hernia, not cancer! After the shock past, I kinda freaked out, and I was at work. It was really bad. This person and I have been friends, since birth. Our mothers were good friends, before her mother succumbed to cancer, at the age of 38. This is a lifetime friendship, who has the same cancer as Rolando. After leaving work, and driving around aimlessly trying to figure out what that conversation was going to be like, she finally called.

I have since shaken off the dread and fear that I had. This girl is so strong. She does not want to appear weak or out of control. She is the infamous controller of her emotions. Everyone around her is screaming and hollering and crying, because she is so loved. She is the only one standing in the middle of the floor (on the phone, wherever), directing emotions like a police officer in a traffic jam. “Oh, ya’ll think cancer is going to win? Shoo, ya’ll are crazy, I GOT THIS! I am mad as hell, and cancer picked the wrong girl! Ya’ll know me! So stop all of that crying and get it together, so we can do this!” I am on the phone blubbering like an idiot, trying to get control of myself, cause she is so right. If anyone can kick cancer Apple Sea Salt, it’s Sharon Tyler!

Thus far, she’s had some good days; she has had some weary days, but Lord, she WILL NOT complain! Later her diagnoses were made more clearer. She has Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, which is much more aggressive than non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. She was given a 91% chance of survival. She is in her suffering phase now. We just finished round 3 of chemotherapy. We will prayfully march into chemotherapy #4, then we will do THE pet scan. The army of prayers are up and out working, that this will be the FINAL treatment!

I love you sister, from Joyce Fulton, who is watching over you from the kingdom of heaven!

sharon

This has been so stressful, challenging, but just like my two best friends forever, I am so strong. I can handle just about anything, because I have survived everything. Who better to walk this path, with my friends than me. We got this, covered in the blood of Jesus! It’s lonely being the girl with 2 best friends, with two types of Lymphoma cancers, but I GOT THIS! ¬†Why? Because of the friends and company I keep! I am still laughing and dancing. My cooking has gotten a healthier. So, I am now toasting with a good and health chocolate protein shake! hahahahaha

Anyone and everyone is susceptible to experiencing some form of cancer, directly or indirectly. It is not that cancer came knocking; it is what we did, when it came knocking. Rolando and Sharon are almost 2 decades a part, when cancer came. Rolando had problems breathing, and the doctor told him that he was developing asthma. His persistence in asking for a simple x-ray revealed a tumor, in between his lungs. Sharon did not know at all. She went in for a rupture hernia that required an emergency surgery. When they opened her up, they found tumors in her stomach. We do not get to chose or determine the path of life  that is structured, walked, and lived by us. Our job is to live it earnestly and humbly filled with hope and the love of God.

Just a girl that loves her two best friends forever,

Evette

 

By Far one of the best articles written

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Long time no talk, my peeps!!

I have decided to move forward with the weight loss surgery. It’s going to give me, my best me, and complete control over my life. I’ll be ready for my 5 year old and all of her new adventures, as we prep and ready ourselves for KINDERGARTEN!!! She will be participating in a Chinese Immersion program that I am very excited about. Who knows where that will take us. I have a six month wait period, and I am certain I will have the quality of life with her that I’ve started to long for. Not to mention, I am going something fierce!! So, I’ve been spending these last couple of months learning and reading EVERYTHING! I’ve gone to all of my support group meetings. After Friday, I will have completed everything that is required of me. I just need to do the paperwork, although my surgery is still months away. I’ve been looking for a great comparative article that can explain Gastric Bypass vs. Duodenal Switch, and I found it tonight. It was enough to share here. I hope that anyone that is thinking about it or confronted with trying to decide, this may help:

Researchers Take a Closer Look at Weight-Loss Surgeries

This article was written in 2012, by Alexandra Sifferlin.

Take care…

Voting today!

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I have been cooped up in this house for 48 hours. Yesterday was not a good day for me. The headaches and exhaustion were tough. I know I am not a 100%, but I need to VOTE! Come hell or high waters, I will participate in one of the most important elections of all time. If there was every a moment of exercising a right, IT’S RIGHT NOW! I’ll be quick. Voting polls are open until 2pm.

I was suppose to be traveling today. That ain’t happening. It’s okay. I have to take care of myself and my kid. We’ll get to go another time, my lips to God’s ear.

This North Carolinian is VOTING!

Flu! Big Stressers! Overwhelming at times! Big Stresses! Then light appears!

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Well, everything has been working itself out slowly, but surely. I picked my daughter up last night, and she had a temperature of 102.5! I took her to the doctor today, and guess what? For the first time in our lives, WE HAVE GOTTEN THE FLU. I can’t believe it; I thought I was just stressed out, yet otherwise¬†fine. I was going back to work. I just got my paperwork to start the gym, and now I am sick. I heard it’s going to be rough. I sure hope not, but just maybe I’d lose some weight. LOL Find the humor. Find the humor. I had some plans this weekend to address/see/check on another source of stress, but I guess Skype will need to do.

Prayer for Healing and Strength

O God who are the only source of health and healing, the spirit of calm and the
central peace of this universe, grant to me such a consciousness of your indwelling
and surrounding presence that I may permit you to give me health and strength and
peace, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

I did receive some really great news today. My contract has been accepted! This issue I am referencing has been the source of my biggest stress point.¬†It started a few weeks ago. It has taken me a long while to get everything worked out. Every stress point that could have been hit… was/has/is! Damage was done as well, personally and professionally. STRESS! STRESS! STRESS! STRESS! Nothing worse than being misunderstood, or feeling alone in the darkness, with no flashlight. This is when your faith kicks in. That’s when, if you are a spiritual person, you just start to pray, pray, and pray, and never let the spirit of defeat win. I must remind myself that HE’D never allow me to walk this path alone. Every step I make HE will make two! I just need to keep going, stay faithful, kind, and true, and hang on to HIS word!

Not much of a weight loss blog, but a peek into my life, when it’s in the throws of big stressers, which is when I tend to indulge more. However, I am presently aware, and I am doing really, really well! I will not lose sight of my primary goal, greater health for 2016!

Amen!

Yesterday, I met me!

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Through casual conversation, I discovered that I worked with what I needed to decide my faith in the weight loss surgery. I met a young lady, a few weeks ago, who disclosed that she did the surgery two years ago, and with my same physician. She gave him raving reviews. Most importantly, she talked about the quality of life she gained back for her 4 young boys. She raved about it being the best decision she had ever made. She showed me her tummy also. As I wanted to see everything. Lolol It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Also, I loved the fact that she looked like herself, just a slimmer, healthier version. And, she was not thin. She wasn’t a skelton, which was what she wanted as well. Very, very promising talks yesterday, I had.

She outweighed me by 50 Lbs, when she had her surgery. I will be decidedly about 70 to 75 lbs down from her top weight should I take the plunge. She assured me that I am in the best hand and care, if I move forward. I meet me yesterday. Her health was like mine… risky due to weight, but no health deterioration. She just wanted to have start over and to take advantage of the help offered, which has helped her tremendously. She is down 185 lbs.

Yesterday was a good day.

Upper GI Scheduled

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Friday, I went to see my new Gastroenterology. Apparently, the next step in the process is to do an Upper GI. I need anesthesia and all. ¬†Hmmm… They need to see my stomach. I was told that I was a healthy big girl. I know that. My blood pressure was 138/73, and I had not taken any medication. I am feeling pretty darn good.

I started my strength training, on Thursday. I’ve done it every day thus far. I have to do 2 support groups. One of them I went to was an exercise class. I want to see other people that have done the surgery. That’ll be on the 17th. I am going to do more of the support groups, because I want to do the food store tour and the protein class. I am not going to participate in the cooking class. I’ve gone to Walmart and Harris Teeter, and the proteins just look like foreign objects. (ugh…) However, I am a pretty good cook, once I know what I can cook. I’ve been learning about food for a couple of years now. I know how to play with fresh herbs and veggies, and it actually taste really, really good.

I am learning a lot, and I am applying everything. My work schedule is about to balance out, and I will use that time for THE GYM! I have one onsight, at my job. With my strength band, I will be able to tone and work on my muscle, but I haven’t done well with adding cardio. But it’s coming soon!!