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no more anatomy of heartache

Friday, November 09, 2007

i felt good enough to walk and leave the house today. first time in a week that standing up didn't make me black out. jason took me to get milkshakes and than we hung out in the park and saw abby and laurel and their dogs! hurrah, it was a good day.

here are fantastic photos of my brother's mustache, courtesy of his lovely lady, Tera. i love them a ton. they will be here next weekend.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/11709138@N08/

Sunday, November 04, 2007

i need to vent. there are no easy answers right now. i am gonna apply for disability b/c i have no choice, the medical bills are f'ed, and i have no idea when i can work again (just realistic that i will need heal-time post-treatment), but there is rent to think of so the pride is officially swallowed. there is a staggeringly high percentage of folks WITH health insurance who go bankrupt due to medical bills after an illness. i get it now. painfully clear.

i will apply for every scholarship and stipend i can find to help get me back in school. b/c it looks like State isn't concerned w/ helping me navigate the deep shit i am in regarding loans, illness, debt. i am not surprised, tho, and not too worried.

i know i will figure everything out. i am smart. and i know how to ask for help. it's just a rough haul. i am having some PTS issues from the near-death thing last week. it scared the crap out of me. i am still hating not being able to be independent. i hate being skinny. i hate being tired a lot and feeling seriously at-risk if a friend has to bail on me last minute. i hate the consistent taste of metal in my mouth. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE ASK ME WHAT CHEMO IS LIKE! the short answer is: "if you are lucky enough to not know yourself, than i can't lay it out for you, except that it's the worst thing i've ever experienced". i hate having a shitty memory. during treatments and quite a few days afterward, i can't read a book b/c i can't focus on a plot. finding words during conversation is difficult. seriously, just being able to walk w/out worrying about blacking out and falling over would be awesome. i will never take anything for granted ever again. i will never again worry about how i appear to other people, if i am good enough, funny, smart, stylish, kind enough. i just don't give a fuck. i want to live my life as awesomely as possible. and i want to be able to continue counting on people. i so appreciate the people who have been there. seriously. you are amazing. and to those who couldn't handle the whole cancer thing and walked away (a minusucle faction), i have found a new capacity to not harbor resentment. i've just let you go.