Disco, Divas and Determination

Dr. Evil. Was he really that evil? I'm not sure. Nonetheless, he stood for evil. So in my little snippet today, we are going to refer to the big "C" as Dr. Evil. Austin Powers was always fighting Dr. Evil and he always had a fun, gorgeous and kick-ass female heroin there to back him up. I have a few of my own, there names aren't as cool at Felicity Shagwell or Foxxy Cleopatra, but they are the heroins in my 70's retro themed battle.

Diva # 1:

My Mom.





This is her with four generations (my grandma, sister and neice)



I lucked out when it comes to moms. Now, I know you are all reading this saying, "My mom is better than or just as good.." Sorry to burst your bubbles, folks. My mom (and dad) drove into the eye of hurricane a few years ago to drag me back home during one of South Florida's worst hurricanes. Some call it insanity, I call it "My mom!". When I was in college at the university of NC at Wilmington, I was having severe roommate issues. Mom grabbed dad and drove 4.5 hours to help me move out secretly on Thanksgiving weekend while the roommates were all enjoying turkey and stuffing. We left them an empty apartment with nothing to sit on in the living room and no television (Moo-ha-ha). Fast forward to present day, my mom is my trusty sidekick through perhaps my most difficult "life speedbump".
Dr. Evil, quiver in your platforms!!

The Divas-in-training:

My sister, grandmother and my aunt have also been an overwhelming source of support, too. Anyone who knows me, knows that my family is really close. Dad, haven't forgotten you, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you! XOXO






Diva #2:

Betsy

My Physician's Assistant at Georgia Cancer Specialists, is also one of the "divas" in my short story. She works with my oncologist to help me sort through all this madness and mayhem. She is bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and a real joy to be around. She's helped make sense out of a lot of things and she's the one administered my bone marrow test, so that makes her one of the few women, besides my mom, who have even seen my butt. Thanks, Betsy! You're one groovy gal!



The Grand Damme Diva:

Dr. Weakland.

My oncologist, Dr. Weakland, happened to be on vacation over my last treatment this week, so I had to take her picture off the website. She's a real life miracle worker and I have to give her the credit to helping me get back to "my old" self. THANKS Dr. Weakland, I really owe you! Much like the other fabulous divas in my life, I owe a great deal of gratitude (one could say my life, actually) to Dr. Weakland and her team at Georgia Cancer Specialists. As far as kickass chics go, she ranks right up there with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. You can see the obvious resemblance.


Dr. Weakland


















Thanks to all the fantastic people who have sent cards and gifts, emails and left voicemails. You are all very special to me and I am blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life. I will get through this. I leave you with one of my all time favorite disco anthems and my theme song through all of this. Look for me on a Friday or Saturday night and you just might catch me screaming it at the top of my lungs!




Go on, now, go! I WILL SURVIVE, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive!