Back to Hamilton I went for the first of 4 treatments for my ocular rosacea. I signed my waivers that warned of the risks of bruising, and pondered the time I had a couple of broken blood vessels lasered off my face. I was in my 20s and had been informed I had rosacea by…

Yesterday marked 14 years since my mother passed away from cancer. For the past 13 years, that reminder has haunted me. Sometimes as early as Christmas time, my mood would change. I would feel the memories coming back. Our last Christmas. The shift from the events she wanted to live to see, to the events…

I had seen my biopsy results almost 2 weeks ago, and the scheduled phone appointment with my oncologist had arrived. In the time I had viewed the benign report online, I had felt a sense of relief. I hadn’t given it much thought beyond that since I had my hands full with other things. The…

I began the drive to Hamilton to see the specialized optometrist. He specializes in dry eyes, and Sjogren’s, and he was going to be the first step towards a potential diagnosis. Sjogren’s, an autoimmune disease, was discovered by an ophthalmologist. In terms of symptoms of the eye, it includes dryness, and higher instances of infections.…

It took 302 days to hear the word benign without the word “but”, at the end. My oncologist had called almost 3 weeks prior to say his team was going to have to examine my biopsy slides to determine the pathology. 2 weeks passed, and it approached 3, I almost called. My patience was paper…

I was the product of a marriage of domestic violence. My earliest memory was around the age of 2. My mom and I were living on the 7th floor of an apartment building. She opened the door when we got home, and screamed bloody murder. There, on the balcony, was my father. A crane operator,…

I used to believe in coincidences, but I don’t anymore. That doesn’t mean that I always recognize the signs right away. I mentioned earlier in this blog that during a pendulum session with my spirit guides, I received an acknowledgment that I had another autoimmune disease besides hypothyroidism. Upon doing research, and dropping into another…

I sort of stumbled into January. My busy season was over, and I was having a hard time adjusting to having to head back to work after such a short break. Each busy season working a physical job, just chips away at you. Over the holidays, one of my husband’s relatives had passed away. He…

The last few months have felt like a building momentum. My meditations have intensified, and dream work has started to occur. A form a meditation that happens while we sleep. The thoughts, and residue lingering in the air when I wake. Lessons of shadow work, letting go of old emotional wounds, and soothing my inner…

This time it was decided that I would go to my biopsy on my own. They fall on Tuesdays, when I am off, and my husband had already taken many days off for my appointments, at this point. My anxiety was a bit high as I headed out the door. It’s the logistics that get…