{"id":11203,"date":"2025-10-28T17:26:07","date_gmt":"2025-10-28T21:26:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rickollie.com\/?p=11203"},"modified":"2025-11-01T06:46:18","modified_gmt":"2025-11-01T10:46:18","slug":"even-with-cancer-im-not-giving-up-on-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rickollie.com\/es\/2025\/10\/28\/even-with-cancer-im-not-giving-up-on-life\/","title":{"rendered":"Even With Cancer, I’m Not Giving Up on Life"},"content":{"rendered":"

Fuck Cancer<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Monday, October 27, 7 AM<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hope you never get to the point in life where that something bothers you so much that you want to give up. Giving up isn’t an option and only makes matters worse. I woke up imagining what my last three years would’ve been like if I had. I’d would’ve most likely been dead of heart disease.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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ME<\/em><\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Am I afraid of death? No. Got over the fear of that with my first ICD<\/em><\/strong> in ’05. But being diagnosed with cancer brought on a whole new troublesome set of issues. Like I’ve said before, it’s a mind game and trust me when I say it gets old after a while. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Christmas Ornaments<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because of the mental anguish I was going through back in ’23, when first diagnosed with the disease, I turned to friends. I interviewed<\/a><\/em><\/strong> some here and even went as far as asking them to choose Christmas Tree Ornaments for me. And they agreed. As the years have gone by, I have continued the tradition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From the race car with my name on it from Tammy to the bell from Loren to ring in the New Year of ’24 I remember them all and who gifted each. However, the most poignant, down-to-Earth ornament came this year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sara, whom I’ve been friends with for a number of years, was the first to choose one so obvious that it still has me smiling. Anyone with cancer or knowing someone that has or had it, has said it. Hell, I even said it not even knowing anyone with it. Then said it even more when I heard an aunt and uncle were both diagnosed with it. My uncle would eventually pass away because of it. Now I have it and write about it in hopes of helping others beat it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sara’s Fuck Cancer Ornament<\/em><\/strong><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

I really didn’t expect Sara’s selection. Mainly because of the language it contains. She’s not the type to cuss. But after that split second of shock, I recalled her telling me of her father’s battle with the disease. The language may not have been hers; however, the meaning was subtle as can be. FUCK CANCER<\/em><\/strong>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thank you, Sara. And as you and others can now see, my tree is up and the ornaments everyone has chosen for this year are being added.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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