Daily Prompt: Imaginary

When I was little I didn’t have an imaginary friend.  I always wished I did, though.  Back then I always wondered, “Where do they meet their friend?” – HA.  To be a kid again and have that thought be the extent of my fears:  how to meet an imaginary friend.

Alas.  Today?  So much is different.

Where to even begin?  How can I separate my fears from imaginary ones?  Granted, getting diagnosed with 2 brain tumors was such a kick in the neck:  I will never have any fear worse than this come true.

Having some distance from 2011 though, I can’t say I do much of imagining anything anymore.

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Er. Not to sound like I am on the pity pot; it’s sad because it’s true.

 

Lost 

I’ve lost my way. And my hope. 

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I’m struggling but trying to find my way back. 

I’m trying to avoid bankruptcy at all costs. Will you help please?

I created this teespring store to raise money for my living expenses plus to raise awareness for Cowden Syndrome and Lhermitte-duclos Disease.

Take a look at the new shirt I created just now!

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PS…if you know anyone that creates artwork or is willing to donate their time to help me create more shirts, please contact me!  Thanks!

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Click here!

Eff my life

I have a virtual friend who has offered me her expertise, advice, support, on this whole disability mess.  (THANK YOU!)

I chose not to read the judge’s 23 page denial because it will only make me angrier and more suicidal.

My virtual friend was kind enough to read the denial for me.

In part, the denial states that I was “fine and happy” in the courtroom.  (I was trying to be professional and not lose my marbles.  I almost did cause a scene at the end and I held it together because I was afraid THAT would be held against me.)

Over the years I have told my doctors that “I’m fine”.  The judge held that against me in part of his reason to deny me.

(I have only told my numerous doctors “I’m fine” because I AM TIRED OF TELLING THEM ABOUT MY PAIN ALL THE TIME.  MY CONSTANT HEAD PAIN, CONFUSION, MEMORY PROBLEMS, FINE MOTOR SKILLS PROBLEMS, ANXIETY, DEPRESSION, ETC.)  But, that doesn’t mean over the 6 years since my life got turned upside down I never told ANY doctor I am in horrific pain?  I DID!

The advocate told me if I chose to appeal then my case would go back to the same judge.  My virtual friend said that in the denial it says that it may not go back to the same judge.

So kids.  If you’re in the process of filing to disability, don’t EVER tell any of your doctors that you are fine.  And, don’t find someone to “help” you online.

Daily Prompt: Catapult

So Wikipedia tells me that catapult means: to launch a projectile a great distance without the aid of an explosive device.  Hmmm.

My first thought was about all the Mythbuster episodes I’ve watched in the past and I wonder how many episodes had a catapult in it?

My next thought is:  Someone put me in one of these and catapult me to the moon.  I am done.

Please pray for me.

I am shocked with the judge’s decision.  I am shocked that living with 2 brain tumors and a rare hereditary cancer syndrome doesn’t call for any compassion, support, understanding, anything.  

The “advocate” told me yesterday that in reading the judge’s 23 page report of my denial, I told one of my doctors in January 2014 I was having hot flashes but wanted to work.  (I had a hysterectomy the month earlier.  I had to endure forced surgical menopause.  Of course I had hot flashes!  Plus, my brain was a hell of a lot different in 2014 than it is today.  It was better then.  Things were better then.)

So our trusted government servant made his decision (partly) on what I said over 3 years ago.

I guess I’ve learned to never tell my doctor anything.

 

Despair 


You may think getting diagnosed with 2 brain tumors and a hereditary cancer syndrome is bad?

Try getting denied for disability.

This is actually worse.

I try really hard to be brave.

I really try hard to be strong.

You cannot survive without money.

I am broken.

What is the point anymore?

Approval would have helped me avoid filing bankruptcy. That’s now next on my to-do list. 

Every time I think about it I begin to cry.

Every thing I am feeling and thinking now is exactly what I feared would happen.

 

Guilt sux

I hate guilt.  It consumes me and eats me up inside.

I have so much guilt about burdening my mom; her being forced to pay for my daily living expenses that I cannot take care of.  (In addition to gas, car insurance, etc.)

Accepting my feelings of guilt, or rationalizing coping with them, or whatever is one of my biggest crosses to date.

But at therapy yesterday Dr. C gave me some perspective I haven’t reached on my own:

She said that guilt results from when you do something wrong.

I didn’t do anything wrong to be diagnosed with 2 brain tumors and a hereditary cancer syndrome.  I didn’t cause that.  I didn’t make a less-than-desirable choice and am now forced to live with the consequences.  I just have a “shitty” brain (her words).  And she asked me, “Would you rather have a shitty mom and a good brain?”

No.  No way no how no no no. No no no nope no.

I will take all the crappy things in the world because I have the best mom ever.

I got the better end of the deal then. ❤

Daily Prompt: Hospitality

Am I the only one who saw “hospital” first?  No?  OK, then.

I laugh that I draw that conclusion.  But, you can’t blame me.  Out of all my hospital stays, many of them weren’t very hospitable.  I felt no hospitality whatsoever.  🙂

I could write stories of my experiences, and in fact I have many times.

One of my (many) wishes would be to talk to every JERKY nurse, doctor, technician I have come across since diagnosis and give them a piece of my mind,  tell them off, sincerely ask them why they are in the medical field.  If you don’t have one ounce of compassion in your soul, DO A DIFFERENT JOB!

 

 

Daily Prompt: Pursue

What do I pursue now that my life is such that it is?

Initially my plan was a career in education.  But, the brain tumors (and surgeries) have put a kink in that plan.

I know there’s more to my life than stress, financial ruin, depression, despair.

Where do I find the “more”?

 

 

 

 

My head (from 4/9/14)

When I look at the most recent picture/update (on my GoFundMe site), my eyes are drawn towards my head.  (To me)  I only see my head.  I only see it bandaged.  I only see me, laying in the bed alone, because I was the only one who was walking through this experience.  I remember my mom wanting to take a picture of me and I flat-out refused.  A picture of this? Of this moment?  Why?  Who wants to see this? Who would want to even remotely remember this moment in time?  She took this picture the night before the first brain surgery.  But she didn’t give up.  In hindsight, I’m glad I allowed her to take it, but I just couldn’t look at the camera.  I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.  I think the picture made it too real.  The camera made it too real.  Up until that next morning, I was still living in denial that I wasn’t going to have to have my skull cut open.

I have more pictures of after surgery.  The incision, its healing.  I looked at a few of those pictures a few nights ago and oddly enough, I felt a small out-of-body experience looking at those pictures.  I didn’t really identify, or know how to identify, with that person.  The person who had their skull opened twice.  The person who, almost 3 years later, is still dealing with the effects of a brain tumor and rare disease diagnosis.  In my defense, I know I’m better than I was.  And, with that being said, that gives me hope that in more time I’m going to be even better in the future than I am today.

Edit 5/8/17:  I was going through my Drafts folder and found this post.  So funny how this post brings up so much anxiety even from 3 years ago.  I am so thankful I have this blog to document my life.