I’ve lived in the same house my entire life, for which I count myself very blessed.
Our neighbors have changed quite a lot over the years though.
I have a sweet memory I would like to share: When I was 6 years old, I had a friend named Ann who lived next door to me. We were both the same age and pretty inseparable.
I remember sitting on my kitchen counter in my house and she would do the same in hers. Since our kitchen windows faced each other we would talk to each other through them.
I loved doing that and love how these writing prompts can trigger long-lost memories. ❤
I’m not a poet. I’m not a political blogger. I’m not a writer or scholar.
I’m just a person trying to make sense of their life. A life filled with brain tumors and Rare Diseases. A life full of fear of the future, yet very thankful for the roof over my head today.
I’ve learned many things since diagnosis. One of the main ones is as follows:
In order to embrace fully your future, you must release your past.
My hope is that we can all learn how to do this, before it’s too late.
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I don’t express myself well. In fact, I never have. Either written or verbal,
it’s just a mess I struggle getting my thoughts out.
So, maybe you’re thinking, “Well, then why did you create this blog?”
In looking back over these 6 years I realize it was to give meaning and purpose to my voice; my life with 2 brain tumors and a Rare Disease called Cowden Syndrome.
So weird. I guess I have deep-rooted issues in my subconscious (duh, you think?) Watch the evolution of this blog post… 🙂
Earlier I looked at these word prompt. I was going to write something earlier today but then got distracted. All day I kept thinking the word prompt was trauma. It’s fraud. How funny? How odd.
As I am sitting here mulling around things in my mind, my first thought is how much of a fraud Brady is. I mean, he says he loves Nicole but then look what he’s doing? He can only play the nice guy for so long.
Ben was a fraud, too.
Actually, there are quite a few men in Salem who are frauds, come to think of it.
And, I’ve even known a guy myself who was a fraud and made me think we had a relationship. Yet, it was only an illusion.
This site defines fraud as: deceit, trickery. An act of deceiving or misrepresenting.
If I ever am blessed to get married or even have a relationship, how do I make sure he’s not a fraud? Scary stuff.
PS: I love Days of Our Lives, in case that wasn't clear.
PPS: I have actually endured quite a bit of trauma.
I believe in the person I want to become.
I don’t quite see her, yet.
But, she’s near.
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In my humble opinion, it doesn’t take a genius to know that Brain Tumor Awareness is just as important Breast Cancer Awareness.
While pink is not a cure and gray isn’t either, it still needs to be on our minds, hearts, mouths and in the media. Who will take the first step?
Will you take the first step?
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It’s Fall y’all!
But seriously. I have begun steps to “turn over a new leaf” – and I can’t wait! If you’d like to come along for the ride, message me and I will give you the password for the protected posts.
Have a great weekend!
There are several moments I wish I could recreate: my high school graduation; graduating from college; the day before my Dad passed away; a trip to California Adventure the beginning of July 2011 where I watched World of Color, and those are just to name a few.
I can absolutely 100% state that there is one moment I wish I never experienced, nor ever wish to experience again.
To be honest, I hope that my blog will help to educate (to anyone who will listen) about Cowden Syndrome and Lhermitte-duclos Disease. Have you ever heard of Rare Diseases?
I began this blog Day 1, or rather Day 2; the day after I was diagnosed with a 5 cm. brain tumor in my cerebellum. 6 years later and I still don’t have the foggiest idea what I am doing. 🙂
But, I’m trying. Thank you for hanging on with me!
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What other choice did I have? I couldn’t lay down and give up. I had to continue forward. But, when people told me, “Oh Heather, you’re so strong. I couldn’t do what you’re doing.” – I wanted to knock their block off!
It’s recovering from freaking brain surgery people! You do what you have to do in order to not die. You would have done the same damn “thing”.
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