When all else fails, be fancy. I'm heading out of Phoenix tomorrow, have last treatment today until February. Ran into a woman in the clinic who I had met last February, it was so good to see her, I had been worried about her, but didn't want to ask about her prognosis. I felt so sick sitting in the waiting room, and she came out, and was equally happy to see me - she has an inoperable tumor of the tonsil, looking at her you would never know. Her and her husband have re-located from Pennsylvania and are living with their daughter here in Phoenix. Her options for traditional care were bleak, some doctors said they couldn't touch the tumor, others said they could with removing part of her jaw. She didn't know it - but her smile lifted my spirits. She talked about how difficult it is to choose care that is against traditional medical advice, and that you often don't get the same amount of empathy when you take a different road. I know what she means, when you take the path that hasn't been illuminated yet, you get a lot of opinions, that you would you be better, if you just went to the "mainstream" approach. I have tried that approach, and they have no answers. I know a lot of the "criticism" comes from love displaced as fear, but sometimes you feel you are fighting two battles. I don't try to convince people anymore of why I am doing the treatments I am, I have done all the research, all the options, and can only do what I think is best at this time.
The woman and I bonded over jewelry, she commented on my rings. And I had to smile, because its my little mantra inside, when all else fails, doesn't hurt to be fancy!
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