There are three wants in life: want wanted and wanting. But you already knew that – so let me explain why I am writing a post about them. Want When you need something – it is a want. It does not matter what it costs, and it does not matter if you can afford to buy it… Continue reading Want, Wanted, and Wanting
Last weekend began like most other holiday weekends with one exception; the right side of my face appeared to be swollen. The swelling was on my lower jaw, where I had a tooth extracted two years ago. An oral surgeon extracted the tooth because the area of the extraction is where the radiation field was. … Continue reading About Face!
On January 8th, seventy years ago, at precisely 10:30 in the morning, a scream of joy erupted from my tiny mouth as I gasped my first breath of life. I don’t know if I was a planned addition to the St. Andrews clan or not, but I always felt loved by my mom. My dad… Continue reading Seventy Years Ago
On Wednesday, I had my last hyperbaric oxygen therapy session, and I wanted to celebrate the occasion by doing something exciting and memorable. For some people, the celebration might be to treat themselves to a few cold ones at the pub. For others, the choice might be to go shopping for something special to reward themselves. … Continue reading This and That
In 2009, I was diagnosed with stage 3 throat cancer and given only a 40% chance of surviving. Not knowing how much time I had left and the fact that I hadn’t celebrated Christmas for many years – I wanted to see if I could get that same holiday spirit that I used to get when I… Continue reading Notes from the North Pole
Several months ago, I had another tooth extracted by an oral surgeon. The thirty-seven days of radiation therapy destroyed much of my salivary glands, which produces saliva. And saliva is the way that the body fights bacteria in the mouth, which leads to tooth decay. Because of this, I’ve lost 12 teeth since my cancer… Continue reading Another Bad Day
It was going to be a quiet 65th Birthday. Nothing planned, other than going to the dentist at the Cancer Centre for an appointment. And while seated in the chair, Cathy and Donna signed my ‘bib’ and then they sang Happy Birthday to me! And yes, I am finally as old as I look! Hugs, Danny… Continue reading Finally, I’m as old as I look…