In Memory of Gram Helene

My precious Grandmother, Helene Isabelle Corey passed away a year ago today.  I thought I would write a little something in her memory to cherish.Gram was widowed when she was just 46 years old with 12 children. She most certainly didn’t have a simple life. She made sure that her grandchildren were treated to the good life.I cannot even imagine having 12 children and raising them, let alone having to raise most of them on my own. My husband and I struggle some days trying to manage the 3 we have. She did it, and knowing these 12 children, now adults, they would not have made it easy growing up. They all survived and managed to do quite well in life.My memories of Gram begin quite early in life, she was my only living Grandmother and I spent many days and nights with her. She cooked up a mean hamburger and always had cookies and treats for us. Even as she got older it was important that she have some snacks available for the great grandkids when they’d visit.  Even if that meant sendin…

Still Climbing

Life in the Wood household has been busy, with 2 teens at home trying to manage an independent 8-year-old in the midst of a pandemic, while their parents are working fulltime out of the house.  I started working fulltime the week the pandemic hit, it was a welcomed distraction. Getting back to work has been good.  Keeping my mind busy is important. I enjoy my coworkers and our lovely patients.

Cancer has a way of plunging you into a valley, a pretty deep one in my case. I don't think you realize how deep you are until you start to climb out of that said valley. It's been a little over a year since I was handed my diagnosis. I've hit some pretty low points over the last year but I'm happy to say I'm working my way out of this!

 I'm now in the recovery phase and it's taking much longer than anticipated.  I continue to receive a maintenance drug therapy, every 3 weeks.  This drug's purpose is to block the blood supply that feeds the tumor and keep my cancer …

Stay home, please!

Think about this for a minute. Our healthcare system in NB has been overloaded for some time now. So think of our hospitals at high tide, and a tsunami is about to hit our little NB.  We have a chance to build a wall to slow that big wave down by staying home and social distancing. That's all the government is asking.

Many people have been putting in endless hours preparing for this pandemic.  We all need to understand that our hospitals can only handle so much and once that limit is reached it will get ugly. We've read about Spain and Italy, we've seen the devastation reports from healthcare workers warning Canadians to get as prepared as possible. But yet we still see people out in groups, people shopping and not taking this seriously because many won't believe it until they are affected directly by it. When that happens it will be too late. 

Some have called me negative for suggesting that there are too many people out and about, but it's absolute reality.I don…

Hang in there and be kind

Well I had to weigh in sooner or later, so I chose sooner. This is a difficult time for everyone in our country and beyond. We are being forced to change our ways and be a bit uncomfortable for the time being.  It's understandable to see the upset and anxiety of many online and in public. But we need to keep our heads straight and support each other along the way. 

In the realm of things, there is so much more going on in people’s worlds. I am very concerned for many of my dear friends. I have a friend fighting for her life as cancer tries to take her over, another who is awaiting surgery for her cancer, some who just finished chemotherapy and have no immune system to fight off bugs. Another awaiting his chemotherapy. Imagine how they all must be feeling heading into this horrific storm? Not knowing how this illness is going to affect their treatments and access to the hospital. Imagine the little ones that have weakened immune systems that this could affect and our seniors who see…

Symptoms and Signs of Ovarian Cancer

Backpedaling a little here. I felt that I should share my personal story of symptoms before diagnosis in hopes that I could help someone. 

Ovarian cancer presents so vaguely and there currently are no reliable screening tests. None. This leads to late detection. Five-year survival rates for ovarian cancer found at stage I - 90%, II - 85%, III-39%, IV- 17%. Seventy (70) percent of women are diagnosed at an advanced stage. This is a big problem that I intend to try to improve someway, somehow. I believe through more research and development we will make strides and we have in the recent years, but we have a long way to go.  I have too many precious women in my life that deserve better. 

In the summer of 2018, I had some bloating and noticed my tummy popped out more than usual. I chalked it up to weight gain and my IBS (irritable bowel syndrome). That fall I had slowed my running almost to a halt. I also had irregular menstrual cycles. By November, I had pretty much stopped my morning runs…

Happy 2020

Here's to moving on.  I've compiled a little video of snapshots
along the way of my changes throughout this journey. Happy that I can look back on all of it and be moving forward. Maybe kind of silly but it's part of my transition and healing.

Now that I've completed the chemotherapy regime I'm trying to normalize my life the best I can. The last 4 months since my last chemo treatment haven't really allowed me to get my normal routine back. I've had some infections and then a very nasty case of shingles on my face and eye that is still lingering.

Last week, I went back to work and it was a nice change of pace. I will work part time for now as I still have a treatment every 3 weeks and various doctor appointments to attend. I am so fortunate to have an amazing work family and a pretty awesome boss (my husband) and I really enjoy being back with them! 

I'm not the same person that left that office on a cold blustery March evening 10 months ago.  I'm frag…


A little over a month until Christmas! We had a snow day this week and I decided to dig out Christmas.  Our youngest was elated and enjoyed lugging the items up from the basement. The excitement of an 8-year-old at Christmas is the best. She set up the Christmas village and placed items throughout the living room with a sparkle in her eye. The other 2 teens helped out as well, not as elated but still helpful. The oldest did comment "Mom, it's only November 12th!!" 

I love Christmas! Last year, we worked a lot, decorated late, and had far too much last-minute shopping to do. This year will be different in so many ways.

We all don't know what the future holds for us, but I'm carrying a bit more worry about my future and what it holds for my family. It's been rough, the mind game is real and difficult to manage. I hope I get better at dealing with it as the days go forward.

Infections and muscle strains have thrown my 'back to running' plan all to bits! So…