I was driving back from a wedding a few weeks back when Spotify played the song, Hot Volcano, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFE7UvHUAF8, it spoke to me. From that moment, in my driver seat, at 75 mph, I danced, wiggled, really. I envisioned the butt wiggle, the spooky eyes, the ghostly moves, the purple get-up, the look just had to be. My motivation? A late 1800s madam, who refused to be a ghost.
I simply refuse to stop dancing. I refuse to stop being joyful. Living my life. My chemo may be ending, and options may be running low, but I’m feeling as though I am only beginning to live. My story has not ended. I am not done.
I do not wish to be ‘that’ cancer story, you know the one, the one that makes you cry. I’d rather maybe make you cry a bit when you hear what I am going through, but by the end of this, I want you to be cheering, and/or laughing your ass off, because that’s how I roll.
Let me see YOUR smile.. Check out my solo, I was super extra spooky, just for you. The one reading this, now.
Enjoy- Suzanne (Nureeta Mae, of Prairie Moon Belly Dancers)
Ewing’s Sarcoma has Sue battling for her life. She’s endured 6 weeks daily radiation and a over a year of chemo.
November 21st is her LAST DAY of chemo!
THIS IS KIND OF A BIG DEAL!
Please join Sue at the St Francis cancer center, Grand Island, Nebraska, on Monday, November 21st at 3 pm.
Welcome friends, family, shimmy sisters! Hospital staff is expecting you.
Working on place at the hospital to perform, so, if you want to dance, make sure to bring your music, (Keep it family friendly, please) will have sound system and microphone there already. Will update as more information comes in.
Belly dance friends, please, please please, even if you’re not dancing, dress up! Bring all the noise makers, zills, and the loudest coin belts you own. Lets hear all your zagareets, hoots and hollars!
Thanks to all of you who SUEPORT Sue. Love you!
See you there,
Last Friday my fellow dancers threw me a benefit. They all danced, little did they know I’d feel well enough to dance at least a few dances. We dance an improvisational dance, my fellow shimmy sisters in my American Tribal Style (ATS) belly dance troupe, out are of Hasting, Nebraska. There is a whole community all over America. I love being a part of it. Thanks for reading. Have a great Thanksgiving! -Suzanne
Results of MRI came back last night.
Got call personally from oncologist. Chemo is not working. Tumor has grown. I refused my 1 day chemo today. Surgery talk again, (even though this could paralyze, or mess me up WORSE..) They’re regrouping new sarcoma doctors, meeting Thursday in Omaha. I want to see the ocean. I want to sit beside it, maybe get in, and I want to just look out, maybe paint it. (Give me canvas’, all I want to do is paint!) I don’t want to talk to think, feel, I just want to.. NOT be sick anymore.
In the meantime, I needed to get outside. 2 of my sons went with me to the river to help cheer me up. We took some pictures, shared some hummus and laughs.
Warrior .. and I danced.