Cancer Free and Yoga

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Coworkers and Friends in this glorious journey,

I do not want to bother you with my story; however, I do want you to know of my battle with cancer if you are interested. Feel free to keep reading, or know that you can read this when you have time. I think it important to share who we are. That is how we help each other.

In July, I was diagnosed with CLL (Chronic Lymphomatic Luekemia). Through a chain of events in June, my fatigue and growing lymphnodes were explained. Six months ago, I was told that I should go through six rounds of chemotherapy. I told everyone that I spoke with and that I thought needed to know. Beyond that I was not uncomfortable, nor am I uncomfortable now talking more about how this all came about. Please ask if you are interested.

This blog is to share my gratitude with those of you who prayed, danced around camp fires(figuratively, maybe?), and did yoga with and for me. I had one bout of neasuea, and I felt tired sometimes. I did not lose my hair. I did not have to stop my normal activities. Life has been pretty normal; I just had cancer. Had, yes, had cancer. My oncologist, Dr. El Geneidy, recently ran a scan and declared me cancer free. I attribute that to God, prayers and yoga.

Thank you for thinking of me and my family. Thank you for keeping me in your prayers. Thank you for your meals, the heat from the swirling fire (Only in the best way did I receive that) and your kind words.

I am and have always been ready to move forward. Give me a call or shoot me an email when you are ready to do some yoga.

Sat Ra

Namaste

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