What’s so bad about dying?
Oh come on. Perfectly plausible question. What’s so bad about dying? Most of us go our whole lives trying to avoid it. Yet, none of us can, not under conditions as we understand them to be. But why? What is so bad about being dead? When you’re dead, you’re not alive [insert a buffalo-sized DUH here]. Okay, I understand that. Dead = not alive. Being alive means you get to play in this beautiful playground we think of as life on earth. Being alive means you get to play with...
Read MoreNew oncologist, same old story
Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking last week when I made an appointment with a new oncologist for yesterday. This makes 4 so far, and only one is a keeper. Even though the keeper oncologist (the one who did my Gamma Knife radiation for brain mets) knows nothing about holistic cancer healing like Gerson therapy, Iscador, Vitamin C IVs, and all the things that I am doing on my cancer healing program, she says to keep doing it! It’s working! The other three oncologists seem to...
Read MoreFine. I’m a cancer blogger now. Embracing it.
I don’t know if yours does this, but I suspect it does. Your mind. Explodes with possibility when something new happens in your life. Does it? Six-plus months ago I left the hospital with the word cancer cancer cancer beating a constant refrain in my head. My head had a mind of its own and it started thinking about stuff. A whole lot of stuff. Stuff like how do I write an update about this on Facebook and omg my kids are going to think their mother is dying and shit, I think I’ve...
Read MoreSomething that breaks my heart
This morning, I got to nap with my soulmate. It was delicious. It doesn’t happen often anymore, but on days when the stars align we curl up together under his big comforter, arranging a pillowed nest for two spoons, the curtain just so and the lights low. I’ve been feeling pretty bad the past several days, so snuggling with my soulmate was like heaven. Delicious drifty dreams. He awakens, stretches. I unspoon and turn to look in his eyes. Wheels are turning there. He’s...
Read More Hi. I’m Talyaa.
Cancer Chick.
Soulmate.
Wild Goddess.
Soulmate.
Wild Goddess.
I have Stage 4 cancer. Doctors have little hope and little to offer, so I had to take my healing into my own hands. Luckily, my soulmate is a break-the-rules warrior, so we created a radical healing program. My life will never be the same.
This time I'm living life like I mean it. No more tango somedays — living like a wild goddess starts now. I'm already the Cancer Goddess.
Next stop. Wild Goddess Life.
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