Dear Friends,
Thom Hartman writes the Hartman Report here on Substack, in addition to being a Radio host, author, and developer of an interesting theory about why some of us are neuroatypical. I had signed up for his Substack on how having ADHD makes one a better hunter-gatherer and forager, but I needed to cut back on the number of Substacks I am attempting to follow, interact with and support and I cut the one on ADHD. This is not because I am uninterested. This is because I am too interested in too many topics, and I need to cut down on the time I spend (waste) working online.
This is because I have cashed in and spent vast amounts of my RRSPs on books, training, IT support, and ads for my small online Compassion Cultivation Training (CCT) meditation program, and therefore, I have paid a significant amount of taxes to the CRA. CRA needs the money, and so that is okay, but now I must find a way to earn some money and not just spend (waste) my retirement savings trying to start a new career late in life.
To any Substackers interested in chatting with me about this, I was formally diagnosed with hyperfocus Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder in June 2017. Incredibly, I was also diagnosed with stage 2 A invasive intraductal triple-positive breast cancer in May and June 2017.
Unsurprisingly, these two diagnoses, coming within weeks of each other, impacted my life. My lovely life as a well-paid, Academic Clinical Hematologist/Oncologist had already been interrupted, as in January 2016, I was called to a meeting and suspended. Young, well-trained physicians replaced me, and I was advised to retire. I chose instead to undergo a lengthy and exhausting evaluation process, which was completed in May 2017.
At that time my position was terminated because I lacked self-awareness, and I was allowed to start a new practice from scratch, and the same week I was diagnosed with invasive triple-positive breast cancer. So a lot happened in my life in May 2017. I am grateful to my family, friends, colleagues, staff and dedicated caregivers for being alive, and I hope now to thrive again.
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