Woman Credits Vaginal Removal for Bright Christmas [Listen] | News 92 FM

I've recently done an interview on Houston Radio regarding my surgery last December. It's my first experience with such a thing and for twenty minutes of interviewing, this is what aired:

Woman Credits Vaginal Removal for Bright Christmas [Listen] | News 92 FM

Now I have to say the title gave me fits of laughter. I hate to give you my visual but it involved my legs spread wide with a christmas star shining bright from the void that was once my vagina. I am giggling right now as I type this. Cracks me up.

Okay, but in reality, if anyone is interested, I actually have a vagina. I call it a Million Dollar Vagina. Oh yeah.

If you have any questions, feel free. I'm all about sharing the information. Next month is Cervical Cancer Awareness Month and I have a give away. If you are interested in getting in on the fun, then when you go to the interview link, click on the tweet it or the facebook share it and encourage your friends and followers to get their annual pap smear and follow up on the results. Let me know you've done this and I will put your name in for a special drawing at the end of January.

Oh and stay tuned for another interview...this time t.v.! Can't wait to see the headline on the next one!

peace and love
-susan

Borrowing

Like my friend, I have been unable to process the events in Connecticut this past week.
Unlike my friend, I have not been able to put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard.

I hope she doesn't mind, but I would like to share her words with you.


http://my-life-lyrical.blogspot.com/2012/12/good-people-jack-johnson-it-has-been.html


peace and love,
susan

Someone else's words

When I was looking at quotes on grief, trying to use someone else's words to express what I could not say myself, I found this quote. This Rob Sheffield expresses perfectly how I felt when I got sick and had to 'let go of all sorts of independence I thought I had, independence I had spent years trying to cultivate.'


“I was helpless in trying to return people's kindness, but also helpless to resist it. Kindness is a scarier force than cruelty, that's for sure. Cruelty isn't that hard to understand. I had no trouble comprehending why the phone company wanted to screw me over; they just wanted to steal some money, it was nothing personal. That's the way of the world. It made me mad, but it didn't make me feel stupid. If anything, it flattered my intelligence. Accepting all that kindness, though, made me feel stupid.

Human benevolence is totally unfair. We don't live in a kind or generous world, yet we are kind and generous. We know the universe is out to burn us, and it gets us all the way it got Renee, but we don't burn each other, not always. We are kind people in an unkind world, to paraphrase Wallace Stevens. How do you pretend you don't know about it, after you see it? How do you go back to acting like you don't need it? How do you even the score and walk off a free man? You can't. I found myself forced to let go of all sorts of independence I thought I had, independence I had spent years trying to cultivate. That world was all gone, and now I was a supplicant, dependent on the mercy of other people's psychic hearts.”
― Rob Sheffield, Love is a Mix Tape

Grief

 “The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ”
― Colette

“The tears I feel today
I'll wait to shed tomorrow.
Though I'll not sleep this night
Nor find surcease from sorrow.
My eyes must keep their sight:
I dare not be tear-blinded.
I must be free to talk
Not choked with grief, clear-minded.
My mouth cannot betray
The anguish that I know.
Yes, I'll keep my tears til later:
But my grief will never go.”
― Anne McCaffrey, Dragonsinger

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
―William Shakespeare, Macbeth