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Tongue Cancer and My Organic Cotton Socks
by Lynnsy Logue
Lynnsy Logue
Tongue Cancer and My Organic Cotton Socks
by Lynnsy Logue
Lynnsy Logue
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Tongue Cancer and My Organic Cotton Socks
Is anyone safe? For years, for decades, I searched for organic foods, put aside my two cigarettes a day forever twenty seven years ago, followed in my Father’s Mother’s footsteps sipping a glass of red wine now and then before bedtime, only now and then mind you.
Glass jars and glass glasses, stainless pots and pans, filtered water, my chicken and beef were free of antibiotics, my fruit and veggies cost sometimes twice as much, but I figured pay now or pay later. The paint in my house is safe, there are no harsh cleaning chemicals in my cabinets, no pesticides on my lawn so what gives? Oh, there's more? The dogs dine on organic food, sleep on organic cotton beds, enjoy the safest shampoos and treats, love soothing music, have a safe toy, respond to homeopathy and boast their water bowls are metal and feeding dishes are washed sometimes twice a day. And by the way, I have worn organic cotton socks for years and years. Did I think I would escape cancer because my regimen was so pristine? Did I really think that clean air, clean water, clean food, meditation would hold me safe? Did I really believe that being a nut about my teeth, an avid power walker and swimmer would emit an invisible wall that would allow no virus in my domain?
I was diagnosed with Tongue Cancer in July 2009.And only after my dentist and my then primary care doc missed the 4cm tumor at the base of my tongue. A fast growing, aggressive tumor that was by all definition, ahead of me.
When I sailed into the cancer world I was turning 70. I had punk rocker red and blond/dark brown hair, wore black jeans, black t-shirt and maybe even black pajamas. As a real estate broker, I was preparing for the free fall ahead with the economy tanking. As a clown working with Carolina Clowns, Inc., a non-profit entity, my goal in 2009 was to become a better juggler. I had many friends, great neighbors and a terrific family, all of whom I kept at bay.
Through the treatments of chemo, radiation and surgery I was forced to shed my reclusive ways and take a long hard look at where I was, what my relationship had become with everyone, especially my soul and most particularly, my lesbian spirit.
How does it turn out? Really yet to be determined but here's my take as of this day, it was a profound Blessing and still is.
Christmas past to celebrate my one year from the last chemo treatment and one year from the last radiation blast, and pre-celebratory one year anniversary from surgery, I ordered and received another two dozen of the organic socks, tie-dyed, of course.
Hope! Springs eternal.
Is anyone safe? For years, for decades, I searched for organic foods, put aside my two cigarettes a day forever twenty seven years ago, followed in my Father’s Mother’s footsteps sipping a glass of red wine now and then before bedtime, only now and then mind you.
Glass jars and glass glasses, stainless pots and pans, filtered water, my chicken and beef were free of antibiotics, my fruit and veggies cost sometimes twice as much, but I figured pay now or pay later. The paint in my house is safe, there are no harsh cleaning chemicals in my cabinets, no pesticides on my lawn so what gives? Oh, there's more? The dogs dine on organic food, sleep on organic cotton beds, enjoy the safest shampoos and treats, love soothing music, have a safe toy, respond to homeopathy and boast their water bowls are metal and feeding dishes are washed sometimes twice a day. And by the way, I have worn organic cotton socks for years and years. Did I think I would escape cancer because my regimen was so pristine? Did I really think that clean air, clean water, clean food, meditation would hold me safe? Did I really believe that being a nut about my teeth, an avid power walker and swimmer would emit an invisible wall that would allow no virus in my domain?
I was diagnosed with Tongue Cancer in July 2009.And only after my dentist and my then primary care doc missed the 4cm tumor at the base of my tongue. A fast growing, aggressive tumor that was by all definition, ahead of me.
When I sailed into the cancer world I was turning 70. I had punk rocker red and blond/dark brown hair, wore black jeans, black t-shirt and maybe even black pajamas. As a real estate broker, I was preparing for the free fall ahead with the economy tanking. As a clown working with Carolina Clowns, Inc., a non-profit entity, my goal in 2009 was to become a better juggler. I had many friends, great neighbors and a terrific family, all of whom I kept at bay.
Through the treatments of chemo, radiation and surgery I was forced to shed my reclusive ways and take a long hard look at where I was, what my relationship had become with everyone, especially my soul and most particularly, my lesbian spirit.
How does it turn out? Really yet to be determined but here's my take as of this day, it was a profound Blessing and still is.
Christmas past to celebrate my one year from the last chemo treatment and one year from the last radiation blast, and pre-celebratory one year anniversary from surgery, I ordered and received another two dozen of the organic socks, tie-dyed, of course.
Hope! Springs eternal.
Product Details
| BN ID: | 2940013710337 |
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| Publisher: | Lynnsy Logue |
| Publication date: | 01/23/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Sales rank: | 502,896 |
| File size: | 9 MB |
About the Author
Lynnsy Lee Logue
Earth School for me was working at a newspaper for fourteen years back in the days of hot type, cameras with film, few women on staff, linotype machines and wonderful people who taught me how to write and quickly, how to photograph just about anything, the details of marketing, the nuances of jockeying for position in a male hierarchy, (yes, the guys taught me their own maneuvers) and how to always get a raise by using your brain. After the newspaper, of course, broadcasting and on to being proficient in working with startup Independent TV stations, producing a children's program and creating a Super-Hero in the 70's who espoused recycling, making your own gifts and who gave the children their own language. His name is Sonic Man. Of course, I did not want to commercialize the concept and after trying a few years to bring World Peace by way of the children, had a nervous breakdown, healed and became The Real Estate Lady, (yes, I do have the International Service mark) Then Cancer came calling by way of a dream in 2009.The prognosis was poor and the tumor, large and aggressive at the base of my tongue. Plans were laid for aid-in-dying, but friends encouraged me to try the treatment plan, they set-up a journal on Caring Bridge and I began writing again.
I wrote almost every day during all the chemo, all the radiation and the surgery to remove the lymph glands on the right side of my neck. Thus began the discovery and recovery of the world I live in, my family and friends.
By hanging on with help from friends and family, I began to learn about western medicine, the industrialized complex of money between western medicine and insurance companies all made more complex by laws, procedures, an air of dominance, a facility for assuming control, a demeanor born of immunity to seeing firsthand the ravages of cancer and the even more destruction of a body by cancer treatments. I learned about speaking up, advocacy, doing my homework, asking questions, taking notes, listening and praying every second of everyday.
I soon learned that my strength comes from my family, my leaping most especially. I re-lived much of my life because I drew strength from looking back to all the risks, all the leaping and all the faith I tender in my heart. I feel Blessed and this Journal/Memoir is my gift to each reader. Thank you.
Earth School for me was working at a newspaper for fourteen years back in the days of hot type, cameras with film, few women on staff, linotype machines and wonderful people who taught me how to write and quickly, how to photograph just about anything, the details of marketing, the nuances of jockeying for position in a male hierarchy, (yes, the guys taught me their own maneuvers) and how to always get a raise by using your brain. After the newspaper, of course, broadcasting and on to being proficient in working with startup Independent TV stations, producing a children's program and creating a Super-Hero in the 70's who espoused recycling, making your own gifts and who gave the children their own language. His name is Sonic Man. Of course, I did not want to commercialize the concept and after trying a few years to bring World Peace by way of the children, had a nervous breakdown, healed and became The Real Estate Lady, (yes, I do have the International Service mark) Then Cancer came calling by way of a dream in 2009.The prognosis was poor and the tumor, large and aggressive at the base of my tongue. Plans were laid for aid-in-dying, but friends encouraged me to try the treatment plan, they set-up a journal on Caring Bridge and I began writing again.
I wrote almost every day during all the chemo, all the radiation and the surgery to remove the lymph glands on the right side of my neck. Thus began the discovery and recovery of the world I live in, my family and friends.
By hanging on with help from friends and family, I began to learn about western medicine, the industrialized complex of money between western medicine and insurance companies all made more complex by laws, procedures, an air of dominance, a facility for assuming control, a demeanor born of immunity to seeing firsthand the ravages of cancer and the even more destruction of a body by cancer treatments. I learned about speaking up, advocacy, doing my homework, asking questions, taking notes, listening and praying every second of everyday.
I soon learned that my strength comes from my family, my leaping most especially. I re-lived much of my life because I drew strength from looking back to all the risks, all the leaping and all the faith I tender in my heart. I feel Blessed and this Journal/Memoir is my gift to each reader. Thank you.
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