<p>Binx, I am actually a bit of a ditz under normal circumstances - I’m the one who comes out of the restroom trailing the toilet paper on the heels, etc. This actually happened to me this week, and it’s especially entertaining because I could only go to the bathroom under escort do to the classified environment, so imagine the escort officer says “ma’am…” lololol. And I have more than once worn two different shoes to work…this sort of stuff happens to me too often unfortunately. Oh well… :)</p>
<p>I am getting into my email next; I look forward to seeing the photographs…I am glad to not be in them however, considering that I now look like a rather unfortunate pig, from the swelling…</p>
<p>Long ago, before I was diagnosed, my daughter asked me to write my life story. I have never done so because I didn’t want her to be spooked, but I always said that someday I would. </p>
<p>The very abridged version is that I lost both parents very young, became a ward of the state, left on my own, had warrants out for my arrest, and spent considerable time in juvenile detention. Once past age 17 I managed to find ways to work, and to stay out of jail. When my daughter was born, I ended up homeless - we lived in a car for a few weeks, then a shelter. I ended up junking the car for $200-ish and using it to buy a one way plane ticket for us. </p>
<p>I have always been absolutely certain - always - then and now - that education is the path out of poverty and desperation. I have a very, very clear image that I will never, ever forget of my then six year old daughter collapsed at the open refrigerator door, sobbing as if her heart would break: she was hungry and there was no food. I could afford the tuition for her school - (the very best school I could find and the one that I specifically chose because I believed it gave her the very best pathway towards college), and the rent, and the light bill (well most of the time anyway), but getting food in the house too - that was hard. It was always a matter of plate spinning and trying to cover all of the bills, but, tuition had to be paid first, period. </p>
<p>But we made it through. I worked very hard, and for many, many long hours, and I was very opportunistic and aggressive with career decisions. </p>
<p>Today I own real estate with enough land to grow all the food I can eat; I own stock in the best biotech companies, and my now 20-something daughter is a college graduate of a simply wonderful, magical university and holder of two degrees and four minors, and she has a very, very enviable CV. </p>
<p>If I have a message that may help someone either active or lurking, it’s that I strongly believe that very hard work, sustained over time will yield positive results: you can achieve anything you want to achieve, if you are willing to consistently do the work and commit the resouces required to get there. (It probably also helps to have some divine intervention along the way, and some ethics and integrity.) With hard work and determination, you can actually raise a child, and navigate them from a homeless position to the front doors of Harvard. (They’ll likely be rejected like the other 93%, but, they’ll have a wonderful education and beautiful life experiences at some simply incredible college just the same.) </p>
<p>If you think about it, this isn’t really very different than other sorts of stories of persons who have overcome adversity. But if one wants to translate the experience path into fighting a terrible cancer, I think it still comes down to force of will, and perhaps, again, divine intervention. </p>
<p>I also think - if one is attempting something very, very difficult, it helps to break up the tasks in smaller pieces. For example, in finding food to eat and to feed one’s daughter while living in a car, it helps to focus on just where to legally and safely locate the next meal: trying to decide the next month’s menu does not work in such a situation, obviously. Today, I find that to get to a high-level meeting, it helps to focus just on accomplishing the very smallest steps, one by one: walk carefully, to the shower, turn it on, test the water, step, in, you’re o.k., you didn’t fall, nothing hurts, you didn’t faint, you’re still standing, now reach for the soap…you’re still o.k., you can get through this, you’re going to feel better in a sec …one small step at a time. (Next thing you know you’re speaking in front of hundreds of people and they’re actually interested in what you have to say - or you’re planting your garden - or the child is off to college - or she’s graduating…etc…).</p>
<p>I hope this is of some help to someone…</p>