Monday, June 26, 2017
Fabio's Close Encounter With A Bird Kind
The Jive Bunny loves Fabio's Close Encounter With A Bird Kind
Monday, June 5, 2017
The Cost of Having Breast Cancer and How to Fund It !
Hi, I am the Jive Bunny,
I am 65 years old and have IDC in my left breast; since my birthday in April, I have went through a lumpectomy and node dissection at Women's College Hospital and now it is time for the treatment for my breast cancer at Princess Margaret Cancer Centre in Toronto.
Now we see all our results and appointments online called myUHN and this is my report.
She has seen Dr. Amir and is tentatively scheduled for TC chemotherapy. She has requested Oncotype DX testing.
We recommended adjuvant radiotherapy to the left breast, 42.4 Gy in 16 fractions to decrease her risk of local relapse by about 2/3, starting about a month after completion of chemotherapy. We went over the details of the logistics, rationale, potential benefits and side effects of radiotherapy, including side effects such as fatigue, radiation dermatitis, radiation pneumonitis, rib fracture, small risk of radiation related cardiac morbidity, radiation pneumonitis, and radiation-induced secondary malignancy, as well as permanent breast/skin changes. She is tentatively scheduled to finish chemotherapy around mid-August and therefore I have booked her back to see me on August 23, but I have asked her to contact my office to move that appointment, should there be any delay in chemotherapy. We have also given her some reading information on radiotherapy.
from a Doctor Han on May 31st:
As they say, the cure is worse than the disease, so I am not looking forward to any of these treatments and their side-effects.
So to try and shake off this having cancer business, I have been gambling at Niagara Falls Fallsview Casino to try and win some money to maybe pay for the fever injections for chemotheraphy costing $2,500.00 each injection for 4 chemotheraphy daycare sessions at PMH starting June 14th and ending August 17th...and then the radiation begins in September 2017.
I have been a gambler for over 20 years, starting with my girlfriend Sunila who would take me gambling to different casinos in our vicinity to play blackjack. I would be there all night stranded
playing the slot machines while she gambled. We stopped being friends when she borrowed $1,000.00 from me and never paid it back. I received a platinum card at Casino Rama and Niagara Falls and would spend all my extra time playing slots, watching concerts and living in Hotel rooms compliments of the house. I did lose, but I won big jackpots as well.
Over the years the slot machines got tighter and became video gaming. I stopped going after my father died for a few years because he thought because of my older sisters that I was a high roller.
But when my best friend was sick with cancer I started gambling again big time; went into debt and never got it back.
On May 26th, I won 4 jackpots and stayed over at the Fallsview hotel at $600.00 a night and the Hilton at $2,000.00 a night , and stayed and played till May 28th; and won in total 7 Jackpots totalling over $3,200.00. I took home the last jackpot worth $562.75 gambling the rest away.
The Fallsview sent me a cheque for $115.00 for the May play and I went back on the night bus on June 3rd to try my luck again. Well I played my favourite triple flaming sevens all night and morning long and won 2 jackpots worth $ 1,155.00, but lost it all trying to win a third Jackpot. I took home $150.00. So I lost $110.00 of my own money that I took out of the Atm. I was too tired to stay and play, so I had the machine closed down for 1.5 hours and went home on the bus.
The slots are on timers and you are just lucky if you win. I keep on saying the devil made me do it.
When I die I will be playing the slots , watching the concerts and staying in the complimentary hotel rooms, I know that for sure. Until then, I will try and eat well on my Old Age Security and CPP.
My housing is geared to income for now. So I am all set to conquer my breast cancer...at a cost with
side-effects of chemotheraphy and radiation treatments. Who knows what life will bring and we must make the most of every moment.
I am 65 years old and have IDC in my left breast; since my birthday in April, I have went through a lumpectomy and node dissection at Women's College Hospital and now it is time for the treatment for my breast cancer at Princess Margaret Cancer Centre in Toronto.
Now we see all our results and appointments online called myUHN and this is my report.
We recommended adjuvant radiotherapy to the left breast, 42.4 Gy in 16 fractions to decrease her risk of local relapse by about 2/3, starting about a month after completion of chemotherapy. We went over the details of the logistics, rationale, potential benefits and side effects of radiotherapy, including side effects such as fatigue, radiation dermatitis, radiation pneumonitis, rib fracture, small risk of radiation related cardiac morbidity, radiation pneumonitis, and radiation-induced secondary malignancy, as well as permanent breast/skin changes. She is tentatively scheduled to finish chemotherapy around mid-August and therefore I have booked her back to see me on August 23, but I have asked her to contact my office to move that appointment, should there be any delay in chemotherapy. We have also given her some reading information on radiotherapy.
from a Doctor Han on May 31st:
As they say, the cure is worse than the disease, so I am not looking forward to any of these treatments and their side-effects.
So to try and shake off this having cancer business, I have been gambling at Niagara Falls Fallsview Casino to try and win some money to maybe pay for the fever injections for chemotheraphy costing $2,500.00 each injection for 4 chemotheraphy daycare sessions at PMH starting June 14th and ending August 17th...and then the radiation begins in September 2017.
I have been a gambler for over 20 years, starting with my girlfriend Sunila who would take me gambling to different casinos in our vicinity to play blackjack. I would be there all night stranded
playing the slot machines while she gambled. We stopped being friends when she borrowed $1,000.00 from me and never paid it back. I received a platinum card at Casino Rama and Niagara Falls and would spend all my extra time playing slots, watching concerts and living in Hotel rooms compliments of the house. I did lose, but I won big jackpots as well.
Over the years the slot machines got tighter and became video gaming. I stopped going after my father died for a few years because he thought because of my older sisters that I was a high roller.
But when my best friend was sick with cancer I started gambling again big time; went into debt and never got it back.
On May 26th, I won 4 jackpots and stayed over at the Fallsview hotel at $600.00 a night and the Hilton at $2,000.00 a night , and stayed and played till May 28th; and won in total 7 Jackpots totalling over $3,200.00. I took home the last jackpot worth $562.75 gambling the rest away.
The Fallsview sent me a cheque for $115.00 for the May play and I went back on the night bus on June 3rd to try my luck again. Well I played my favourite triple flaming sevens all night and morning long and won 2 jackpots worth $ 1,155.00, but lost it all trying to win a third Jackpot. I took home $150.00. So I lost $110.00 of my own money that I took out of the Atm. I was too tired to stay and play, so I had the machine closed down for 1.5 hours and went home on the bus.
The slots are on timers and you are just lucky if you win. I keep on saying the devil made me do it.
When I die I will be playing the slots , watching the concerts and staying in the complimentary hotel rooms, I know that for sure. Until then, I will try and eat well on my Old Age Security and CPP.
My housing is geared to income for now. So I am all set to conquer my breast cancer...at a cost with
side-effects of chemotheraphy and radiation treatments. Who knows what life will bring and we must make the most of every moment.
Saturday, June 3, 2017
To My Beautiful Sisters and Friends
Hi I am the Jive Bunny,
All my life I have been around my beautiful friends and sisters, and now that I have breast cancer, I will see who my beautiful friends and sisters really are and if they really are beautiful to me.
For my 65th birthday, I was told I had IDC, Invasive Ductal Carcinoma and needed a lumpectomy and node dissection on my left breast, well the process of procedures leading up to the operation was horrendous as was the day of the operation. Now, almost 2 months later comes the hardest part the chemotheraphy daycare every three weeks and at the end radiation to cure my cancer. Why did my life of retirement have to start with maybe the end with cancer and treatments for breast cancer that was detected early due to mammograms every two years? Life not only gives you lemons, but a kick in the pants when we become sick.
My first experience with cancer was with my beautiful sister Patricia who had lung cancer at the age of 52. She called me on my Father's Abe's 84th birthday in February 1995 and told me she had lung cancer and told me not to tell anyone. Well, I did tell my Mom and Dad and 3 other sisters as cancer is not something to be kept secret. She had taken care of me all my life being 10 years older than me in a family of 5 girls. I was going to look after her and help her cure her cancer, but in five months she was gone. I held her hand and told her to come into me and I felt her energy when she died come through me. I went outside looked up into the sun and she was gone.
Two months later, my only uncle Allen, died at the age of 64 of heart failure and I was the only one there for him too. My aunt Cecelia was next to pass away of heart failure in 1998, my family was dropping like flies.
Then in 2004, it was my Mother Ollie with liver cancer at the age of 81 she was the last one on her side of the family of Franklins to pass away. I was with her in that old Civic hospital where I was born 52 years earlier for 8 days and nights looking after her by her side. The sisters were fighting and my father who was 94 was frail going through all this suffering. I was with my Mom in the end as she struggled with morphine, just like my sister Pat had to end her life with morphine. Cancer killed my Mother and favourite sister with a morphine overdose. My Father Abe Joseph 5 years later in the same hospital was given a fatal dose of morphine by a nurse on March 20th, 2010, for a simple cut on his hand! My beautiful family ended on that day...
The worse was not over for my beautiful friend, Barb Pratt who suffered from 10 different cancers for over 10 years. I was with her for her last days in a hospice in Toronto, giving her everything she desired, but on November 10th, at 10:10 am 2011, I lost my best friend to ovarian cancer that she suffered with till there was nothing left of her.
Now in 2017, I am battling my own breast cancer and I have hope. My beautiful friends and sisters are with me surrounding me like guardian angels with their cards and e-mails and by phone.
When we are sick and alone, their is no hope, it is friends and family that should be there to help with the process of healing and in the end dying. My mother used to say, "beauty is that beauty does,"
so what you do is what makes you beautiful to others. Love your friends and family, they are all you have.
All my life I have been around my beautiful friends and sisters, and now that I have breast cancer, I will see who my beautiful friends and sisters really are and if they really are beautiful to me.
For my 65th birthday, I was told I had IDC, Invasive Ductal Carcinoma and needed a lumpectomy and node dissection on my left breast, well the process of procedures leading up to the operation was horrendous as was the day of the operation. Now, almost 2 months later comes the hardest part the chemotheraphy daycare every three weeks and at the end radiation to cure my cancer. Why did my life of retirement have to start with maybe the end with cancer and treatments for breast cancer that was detected early due to mammograms every two years? Life not only gives you lemons, but a kick in the pants when we become sick.
My first experience with cancer was with my beautiful sister Patricia who had lung cancer at the age of 52. She called me on my Father's Abe's 84th birthday in February 1995 and told me she had lung cancer and told me not to tell anyone. Well, I did tell my Mom and Dad and 3 other sisters as cancer is not something to be kept secret. She had taken care of me all my life being 10 years older than me in a family of 5 girls. I was going to look after her and help her cure her cancer, but in five months she was gone. I held her hand and told her to come into me and I felt her energy when she died come through me. I went outside looked up into the sun and she was gone.
Two months later, my only uncle Allen, died at the age of 64 of heart failure and I was the only one there for him too. My aunt Cecelia was next to pass away of heart failure in 1998, my family was dropping like flies.
Then in 2004, it was my Mother Ollie with liver cancer at the age of 81 she was the last one on her side of the family of Franklins to pass away. I was with her in that old Civic hospital where I was born 52 years earlier for 8 days and nights looking after her by her side. The sisters were fighting and my father who was 94 was frail going through all this suffering. I was with my Mom in the end as she struggled with morphine, just like my sister Pat had to end her life with morphine. Cancer killed my Mother and favourite sister with a morphine overdose. My Father Abe Joseph 5 years later in the same hospital was given a fatal dose of morphine by a nurse on March 20th, 2010, for a simple cut on his hand! My beautiful family ended on that day...
The worse was not over for my beautiful friend, Barb Pratt who suffered from 10 different cancers for over 10 years. I was with her for her last days in a hospice in Toronto, giving her everything she desired, but on November 10th, at 10:10 am 2011, I lost my best friend to ovarian cancer that she suffered with till there was nothing left of her.
Now in 2017, I am battling my own breast cancer and I have hope. My beautiful friends and sisters are with me surrounding me like guardian angels with their cards and e-mails and by phone.
When we are sick and alone, their is no hope, it is friends and family that should be there to help with the process of healing and in the end dying. My mother used to say, "beauty is that beauty does,"
so what you do is what makes you beautiful to others. Love your friends and family, they are all you have.
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