Please respect my privacy. NO contact via phone or ref's given.
Having never met you, I feel like I have known you from your presence on this board, and in the community. I always admired you, respected you, and lusted after you for various reasons.
Reading your post, I am shocked and saddened to learn of your predicament. I am also honored in some small way you chose to share this with us all.
Please know there are many out here who love you. You are well loved and appreciated. You have touched us in many ways, and your straight out honesty is a lesson for all of us to take away.
All the best n your struggle. Please post when you are able to update us. There is more to be learned from you, my friend.
Hugs, light, love, transparency to you.
Stay strong, Kaylee! I know firsthand that cancer can be beaten. Wishing you the best.
Stay strong, Kaylee! I know firsthand that cancer can be beaten. Wishing you the best.
Originally Posted by shimmeringshark
+1 It's scary as hell but it can be done. Fight On !
Kaylee you are a strong and beautiful woman. You have always been so kind and caring. Let me know if you need anything you are in my prayers.
God Bless You Kaylee, look up Dashima Dovchinwww.wellness.com/dir/1454850/acupuncturist/tx/dallas/dashima-dovchin#referrer
She has brought people back from stage 4...
Love to you
KHC, you are one of the best. Keep in touch when you can. Bishop Arts district forever. Que Dios conceda gracia y fuerza curativa.
Hi everyone and I hope all is well for you and yours.
Sadly, I'm battling stage 4 cancer. So I KINDLY ask, to please not use me as a ref or contact me for ref's. I ask this because, I don't want anyone to feel ignored or disrespected. I will be to busy trying to stay alive.
I KNOW I will never be back as a f.s provider but maybe one day, I MIGHT be back to give those awesome body rubs again.
Until then. Live like you are dying. Be happy. Take care of your body and remember, health is wealth.
With respect and love,
Kayleehotchick
Originally Posted by Kayleehotchick
Just seeing your post.
I'm sorry to hear this.
Sending healing and loving thoughts to you, and for you to fight through.
❤️✨
Pray and live your life like your prayer has already been answered and give thanks to the Creator for answering your prayer and make every day from now on matter.
Surround yourself with laughter, positivity and Love and follow my first Sig line.
Sorry to hear this. Wishing you all the good karma you will need.
Thank you everyone....
I thought I would share what I found today.... I DID NOT WRITE THIS........
What's it like to go through cancer treatment? It's something like this: one day, you're minding your own business, you open the fridge to get some breakfast, and OH MY GOD THERE'S A MOUNTAIN LION IN YOUR FRIDGE.
Wait, what? How? Why is there a mountain lion in your fridge? NO TIME TO EXPLAIN. RUN! THE MOUNTAIN LION WILL KILL YOU! UNLESS YOU FIND SOMETHING EVEN MORE FEROCIOUS TO KILL IT FIRST!
So you take off running, and the mountain lion is right behind you. You know the only thing that can kill a mountain lion is a bear, and the only bear is on top of the mountain, so you better find that bear. You start running up the mountain in hopes of finding the bear. Your friends desperately want to help, but they are powerless against mountain lions, as mountain lions are godless killing machines. But they really want to help, so they're cheering you on and bringing you paper cups of water and orange slices as you run up the mountain and yelling at the mountain lion - "GET LOST, MOUNTAIN LION, NO ONE LIKES YOU" - and you really appreciate the support, but the mountain lion is still coming.
Also, for some reason, there's someone in the crowd who's yelling "that's not really a mountain lion, it's a puma" and another person yelling "I read that mountain lions are allergic to kale, have you tried rubbing kale on it?"
As you're running up the mountain, you see other people fleeing their own mountain lions. Some of the mountain lions seem comparatively wimpy - they're half grown and only have three legs or whatever, and you think to yourself - why couldn't I have gotten one of those mountain lions? But then you look over at the people who are fleeing mountain lions the size of a monster truck with huge prehistoric saber fangs, and you feel like an asshole for even thinking that - and besides, who in their right mind would want to fight a mountain lion, even a three-legged one?
Finally, the person closest to you, whose job it is to take care of you - maybe a parent or sibling or best friend or, spouse - comes barging out of the woods and jumps on the mountain lion, whaling on it and screaming "GODDAMMIT MOUNTAIN LION, STOP TRYING TO EAT MY WIFE," and the mountain lion punches your husband right in the face. Now your husband (or whatever) is rolling around on the ground clutching his nose, and he's bought you some time, but you still need to get to the top of the mountain.
Eventually you reach the top, finally, and the bear is there. Waiting. For both of you. You rush right up to the bear, and the bear rushes the mountain lion, but the bear has to go through you to get to the mountain lion, and in doing so, the bear TOTALLY KICKS YOUR ASS, but not before it also punches your husband in the face. And your husband is now staggering around with a black eye and bloody nose, and saying "can I get some help, I've been punched in the face by two apex predators and I think my nose is broken," and all you can say is "I'M KIND OF BUSY IN CASE YOU HADN'T NOTICED I'M FIGHTING A MOUNTAIN LION."
Then, IF YOU ARE LUCKY, the bear leaps on the mountain lion and they are locked in epic battle until finally the two of them roll off a cliff edge together, and the mountain lion is dead.
Maybe. You're not sure - it fell off the cliff, but mountain lions are crafty. It could come back at any moment.
And all your friends come running up to you and say "that was amazing! You're so brave, we're so proud of you! You didn't die! That must be a huge relief!"
Meanwhile, you blew out both your knees, you're having an asthma attack, you twisted your ankle, and also you have been mauled by a bear. And everyone says "boy, you must be excited to walk down the mountain!" And all you can think as you stagger to your feet is "fuck this mountain, I never wanted to climb it in the first place."
— Caitlin Feeley - the one, the only, the magnificent.
"Fuck this mountain."
nice...
fucking Mountain.
^^^Kaylee I get it, it's a difficult time and most of us have not been in your shoes and may never be, but I was a competitive athlete from the time I was 5 years old into college and I love to 'be in the arena'. That is all I ever wanted to do, be in the arena, and compete whether it was golf, a catcher/pitcher in baseball, or running the 1/4 mile. I didn't worry about winning or losing, my hardass Dad did enough of that for the 3 of us, it was being in the arena and overcoming everything thrown at me and loving it because no matter what happened I always got to lace them up again!...I always knew my days in the sun, in the arena, were limited, but my God, what a beautiful life I have had because of those times mainly and what I learned about myself.
Lace 'em up Kaylee...No matter the outcome, you got this, fight, fight, fight but what opponents want to see is defeat, you hanging your head. Never give any opponent that satisfaction, it throws them off when you just smile and say to yourself, "I'm going to whip your fucking ass and then be humble and gracious about it!"
Wow, Manslut. Awesome post and thank you.