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what i know part deux

Tuesday, November 17th, 2009

(Originally published by Nattie on May 22, 2007)
I saw the oncologist today. He was very kind. It turns out he was my mother in laws oncologist when she had breast cancer eight years ago. I already knew that my kind of cancer is rare or uncommon as he said in a woman this young. He also seconded that the way to treat this is remove it if possible.
So I am to see a surgeon asap for a consult. There is some good news…my blood work is showing that it has not spread to my liver as of yet. More news as soon as I get some.
Thank you for all the prayers and well wishes. I know I wouldn’t be so calm right now if it were not for those prayers.
Copyright Natalie Rose York


what i know

Monday, November 16th, 2009

(Originally published by Nattie on May 21, 2007)
I don’t know a whole lot more yet about my cancer. But it is cancer. And it is not lymphoma like previously mentioned. It has a name. And I won’t put it up here because you’ll google it and get all the horrible statistics.
I’ve never liked statistics. I’ve never been a conformist (apparently this cancer is more common in non-american black men over the age of 65). I’ve always walked to the beat of my own drum. And I will continue to do that now. I know who holds tomorrow. And He holds me in His hand.
Copyright Natalie Rose York


May reading

Saturday, November 14th, 2009

(Originally published by Nattie on May 19, 2007)
My list is pitifully small right now, but I haven’t felt like reading much lately and what I am reading is rather light fare.
1. Spring Cleaning Murders by Dorothy Cannell
2. For Everything a Season by Philip Gulley
3. The Hanging in the Hotel by Simon Brett
4. Coming Home by Rosamunde Pilcher (reread)
5. Rainbow Valley by L.M. Montgomery (reread)
Copyright Natalie Rose York

the telling

Friday, November 13th, 2009

(Originally published by Nattie on May 18, 2007)
There is little that is harder than calling your mom who lives 2,000 some miles away and saying, “The doctor thinks it looks like lymphoma.” Even harder is calling your dad who is only 20 miles away and can’t drive and say the same thing.
The list of calls you have to make seems a mile long and you have to pray for strength even if you are only leaving a message on an answering machine. The telling is not the easiest thing.
Copyright Natalie Rose York
Note: Natalie later admitted that she really hadn’t heard, and had to ask Wes’ grandmother, what the doctor had said. She wasn’t sure, either, but thought it was something that ended with “-oma.” Lymphoma, carcinoma, whatever…within three weeks it would make no difference. (((Y’all)))—ND

Hindsight may be 20/20…

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

On the date that yesterday’s post was originally written—May 16, 2007—I was still trying to deal with the month-old news that a former co-worker and protegĂ© had died a year earlier of lymphoma and multiple sclerosis. I well remembered the day he presented himself at my office door, fresh from college, overflowing with raw talent and enthusiasm.


tired of being poked and prodded

Wednesday, November 11th, 2009

(Originally published by Nattie on May 16, 2007)
I’ve had blood work done. I’ve had a gall bladder ultrasound. I’ve had an Upper GI done. Now I have an endoscopy scheduled tomorrow at some horridly early hour. They must fix this soon because I am at my limit.
Copyright Natalie Rose York

so over it

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009

(Originally published by Nattie on May 14, 2007)
I am so over being sick.
I’ve not eaten real food in eons.
I’ve lost a good 15 lbs (which I needed but would have preferred to do the “normal” way).
I can’t exercise because I have no energy so my muskles (ala popeye) have gotten flabby.



Monday, November 9th, 2009

(Originally published by Nattie on May 10, 2007)
I just blogged a fairly decent blog and lost it. I’ll try again later when I have more energy.
Copyright Natalie Rose York

Guilty Pleasures

Saturday, November 7th, 2009

(Originally published by Nattie on May 05, 2007)
There are things I enjoy that I am almost ashamed of. They are things that might not hold with the outward image I like to project. Then I remember that outward image is just that…outward. Who I am is an inward and outward being. There is more to me than the jeans I wear and the things I own.
Yet there are still some things I only do under the cover of darkness, things I don’t shout about on the rooftops. I’m going to whisper them to you right now. Full disclosure.

  • I love “What Not to Wear.” I want to be made over by Clinton and Stacey.
  • I read People magazine and not just for the book reviews.
  • I dance around my apartment to “Don’t Ya” by the Pussycat Dolls, “Sexy Back” by Justin Timberlake and “My Humps” by the Black Eyed Peas.
  • I love fountain Pepsis from Rickers’ and the occasional non Starbucks capp—straight from the convenience store.
  • I love TGIFriday’s Chicken Quesadilla Rolls dipped in sour cream. And I double dip.
  • I like to go to movies by myself and not just “grown up” movies. I go under the guise of screening for my kids, but I saw “Meet the Robinsons” by myself and I had a good time.
  • I would also have gone to the opening of “Spidey 3” at midnight if I had a car. Yes, I am that geeky.
  • I will eat in restaraunts by myself; as long as I have a book, I am happy.
  • As much as I enjoy dancing to “Baby Got Back,” I also enjoy silence. Silence is golden.

Now that you know all these private things about me will you still respect me? Probably not. But that is okay. You have your guilty pleasures, too.
Copyright Natalie Rose York

For Everything a Season

Friday, November 6th, 2009

(Originally published by Nattie on May 05, 2007)
I. love. Philip. Gulley. When I can manage to read this past week, I’ve been enjoying his book For Everything a Season—Simple Musings on Living Well. It is a collection of vignettes based on the verses in Ecclesiastes—”For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.”
I love his droll sense of humor. Gloria Gaither calls him “part Mark Twain, part Garrison Keillor.” I agree. Those are two other authors I love with a passion that is holy.