The Bookseller
08-30-2007, 03:21 PM
I am living for WDW tomorrow for my annual trip. Right now, i am packing and putting things in order around. I think it's the perfect time for me to reflect on the last year and to be grateful.
You see, a couple of Months ago, my mother was in front of a diagnostic of breast cancer. This was the last health issue she had in many years and the worst damaging for her health. So, since I am overpowered by even the smallest cancer, I came here and asked for some Pixie Dust.
I never knew what I was about to unleash.
My mother went to surgery in a timely fashion and it went well. The surgeon removed four lymphatic nodes close to the tumor and they all have been tested negative for cancer. The aftermath was more like a roller coaster; during recovery, many red-flags were raised when my mother started feeling pains in different areas. Extensive scanners were made on her bones and brain to detect a possible resurgence of Cancer, they were all negative.
At that time, I thought it was over. The Pixie Dust ran it's course and my mother is now cruising gently on the seas of cancer survivors.
I was wrong.
You see, when my family became a single-parent household two decades ago, my mother made everything possible to be sure that my and my little brother were well-fed and dressed. We never had to deal with poverty because of her. On the other side, she literally broke her health to maintain our situation. When she got her initial cancer diagnostic, she was on disability leave due to a work related injury to her left elbow. This was at that time the last health problem out of a string of them. If we add her high-pressure issues, the situation was bleak.
The government office who manage the fate of the injuried workers in my province is known to be cruel and driven by beans counters. Many workers have to fight for years (or decades) to get recognition for their handicap. It is a soul-less machine with no compassion...
... Until a speck of Pixie Dust got stuck in the gears.
A panel of doctors studied the case of my mother. Her past injuries, her high-pressure, her cancer and all the red-flags following it prompted them to declare my mother invalid to work. Since she was on disability leave, the popper channels were activated to turn it into a pension. She received the papers today; She's on a governmental pension for the rest of her life. She will never have to work a single day again...:cloud9:
I am living for WDW tomorrow for my annual trip. I already know that this trip will be special. It will be the trip where I will know that the Disney magic works. :mickey:
You see, a couple of Months ago, my mother was in front of a diagnostic of breast cancer. This was the last health issue she had in many years and the worst damaging for her health. So, since I am overpowered by even the smallest cancer, I came here and asked for some Pixie Dust.
I never knew what I was about to unleash.
My mother went to surgery in a timely fashion and it went well. The surgeon removed four lymphatic nodes close to the tumor and they all have been tested negative for cancer. The aftermath was more like a roller coaster; during recovery, many red-flags were raised when my mother started feeling pains in different areas. Extensive scanners were made on her bones and brain to detect a possible resurgence of Cancer, they were all negative.
At that time, I thought it was over. The Pixie Dust ran it's course and my mother is now cruising gently on the seas of cancer survivors.
I was wrong.
You see, when my family became a single-parent household two decades ago, my mother made everything possible to be sure that my and my little brother were well-fed and dressed. We never had to deal with poverty because of her. On the other side, she literally broke her health to maintain our situation. When she got her initial cancer diagnostic, she was on disability leave due to a work related injury to her left elbow. This was at that time the last health problem out of a string of them. If we add her high-pressure issues, the situation was bleak.
The government office who manage the fate of the injuried workers in my province is known to be cruel and driven by beans counters. Many workers have to fight for years (or decades) to get recognition for their handicap. It is a soul-less machine with no compassion...
... Until a speck of Pixie Dust got stuck in the gears.
A panel of doctors studied the case of my mother. Her past injuries, her high-pressure, her cancer and all the red-flags following it prompted them to declare my mother invalid to work. Since she was on disability leave, the popper channels were activated to turn it into a pension. She received the papers today; She's on a governmental pension for the rest of her life. She will never have to work a single day again...:cloud9:
I am living for WDW tomorrow for my annual trip. I already know that this trip will be special. It will be the trip where I will know that the Disney magic works. :mickey: