Remember

I remember.

So today I did some good stuff:

Facial.

Cupcake.

Massage.

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Today’s news

I’ve heard it said that Cowden Syndrome is “lumps and bumps”.  I don’t know who said that or where I read it, but it’s kind of stuck with me ever since I heard that phrase.

Recently added to my medical team is an ENT, whom I saw just a few weeks ago for some mouth issues.  I get these skin tag type things, and had the doctor remove some of them…snippity snip.

Just this morning a new “thing” is in my mouth.  It’s very hard, painful, and is shaped almost like a water blister.  To say I am not moderately concerned would be a big fat lie.  I am very worried.  This is new.

I’m for sure not going to search “water blister bump in mouth” because I know it won’t end well.  I messaged my doctor.  I took a few pictures of it.  I now must take care of business while I wait.

 

 

July 4 2018 AKA My Movie Night

Hello.  I am home watching one of the best movies, ever along with this show.  I am forever #TeamShane!

And, I’m wearing ear plugs.

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I wonder if any other people living with brain tumors have increased hearing sensitivity.

My anxiety is through the roof as I’m already anticipating the gun shots fireworks in a few hours. Taking an Ativan and calling it an early night!

Keep on

I must continue to remind myself that I am not complaining about my lot in life.  I am processing it as best I can.  That’s an entirely different story!

Last week I had to go to the ENT about my mouth.  Ugh and ugh.  I won’t go into details but the very next day I was hating life.  Big time.

But my mouth heals and I still put one foot in front of the other. What other choice do I have?  Also, July is a sobering month for me:  I was diagnosed with Lhermitte-duclos Disease and had brain surgery 9 days later.  It helps to write about it.

Complaining changes nothing

And of course, I get that.  But, I don’t view my blog posts as complaining; I’m documenting.

My biggest fear is dying alone and I suppose that this blog helps me feel safe secure that my life has some value and since everything is forever on the Internet, haha, I won’t be forgotten.

Being single and alone, no children too, is weighing on me heavily as of late.

My brain surgery/tumors are causing me more grief, too.

I have run into walls more frequently, about fallen over several times, and since it’s summer that means it’s time for daily headaches.  Oh, joy. 😦

So, writing here about my life’s struggles helps me to feel validated.  I know I am not alone in my brain tumor life (or my Cowden Syndrome life for that matter.)

It is what it is.

I’m scared and anxious today.

Thank you for being here.

I was thinking about trying today’s Daily Prompt

But as I looked at it and read a few blogs, nothing is jiving for me.  I could write a short post on the time I met Mr. T, or Sylvester Stallone, or Loretta Lynn and Mickey Gilly, or Brad Garrett.  But meh.

What I will write about this morning is how much anxiety sucks.  I mean, really and truly sucks.

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For those of you who suffer with anxiety what are some quick life hacks you turn to for help?  Please share in the comments.  Thank you.

 

 

What’s this all about? Where is this coming from?

Something is coming up for me lately.  And, I don’t like it.

This morning I went to volunteer at an event.  I committed to this several months ago and knew (prepared mentally) for it ahead of time.

I realized about 3 hours in that I was “done”.  My brain, my body, my entire existence was finished.  I needed to leave and get home immediately.  These episodes are happening more often.  My side effects of brain tumor/surgeries (shaking, losing my balance, almost running into things) are increasing and it’s making my anxiety worse.

But, why, for the love of all that’s good and holy, do I feel this need to overshare?  I must have said it several times in the last 48 hours, “I have a medical condition…” and then explain my feelings or my dang life to them.  NO ONE CARES HEATHER!

MY BRAIN TUMORS are really no ones business and it’s my decision (obvi) to tell whom and when.  Normally I have no filter when it comes to my brain stuff, but it hit me quite poignantly as I left the event:

WHY do I feel the need to overshare?

WHY do I feel I need to explain why I am tired?

WHY do I even think anyone gives a flying crap why I am doing anything?

WHY am I only realizing this now?

WHY is my ego so involved in this?

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“I need to leave.” is a complete sentence.  Period.

I suppose I feel judged.  I suppose I feel less-than.  I suppose I still haven’t fully accepted these brain tumors/effects and I feel like something is wrong with me (well, it is.  But you know what I mean…)

 

 

Daily Prompt [Complication]

I could write about the complications of my brain surgery, or hysterectomy.  Or…any other thing in my life.

But I don’t want to focus on that this morning.

I just want peace.

I want my life to have meaning and I sure wish society didn’t place so much pressure expectations value  everything that matters on women being mothers.  What about those of us who can’t or aren’t able to have a child?

Lately, all I am seeing lately are “Mama” things, or “Mamacita”, “Wifey” or “Boss Mom” blah blah blah.  Do you know what I would give to be able to wear something like that?

It hurts.

Rather, my heart hurts today.

I just noticed a similarity between this (Single/Women who aren’t mothers) and the adult population of the Rare Disease Community.  I see so much about children with Rare Diseases, I wish people would realize know understand that there are adults who are diagnosed with them, too.

We are a forgotten bunch.  😦

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Daily Prompt [Infect]

The Internet is a crazy thing, isn’t it?  You can stumble across all sorts of information if you’re not careful.  Without boring you to tears, I just found out someone I “know” got married last summer.  Nothing but the best of course to him and his bride…but I had this super secret place in my heart that…you know…welp….I hoped beyond hope for fate to step in…and you see where I am going with this, right?  This knowledge has now infected my heart and hope tonight.  😦 Blergh.

Ugh.

If I didn’t already know I am very lonely, I sure as heck am aware of it now!