Baby steps

This morning I had my first EMDR therapy session and I’ll be damned if I didn’t go straight to the few moments before the first craniotomy. It was so very much. 🤧

More to come

It’s so hard for me to believe that 10 years ago I began this blog.  Just shaking my head at where the time has gone.  Wow.  I am so thankful I have kept at it this entire decade because I have so much healing and growth to be thankful for!  Oops, ended that in a preposition but haha, it’s my blog I can do what I want.  🙂 What do you think I will be writing about in another 10 years?!  Unbelievable!

We all know this blog began as a place to update on my brain tumor diagnosis and subsequent journey to follow.  But, for my family (in the future) I want to share with them that I am more than my brain tumors.  I hope they know that now, but regardless, I want them to look back on this blog (on my small place on the internet) and see me.

Some of you may know, I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  I come from generations of pioneer stock, but as I read somewhere recently, aren’t we all pioneers just in our own way?  I carry the burden greatly of not being a mother in this life and the generation line breaks with me.  That knowledge kills me slowly sometimes, and it was very painful and poignant this morning during Sacrament.  I was sitting behind a high-school friend of mine, and I could see her sitting next to her husband and a few of her children.  One of her sons was sitting next to her and he laid his head on her shoulder.  Somedays, I am really strong and little things like that don’t bother me, but for some reason this Sunday I was feeling more vulnerable.  (NOTE:  I have been struggling with quite a bit of anxiety lately; I discontinued my anti-depressant – with doctor direction – in May; I have been feeling a lot of fear about v8x – which I may post about in the future) and with dealing with those emotions plus it being a Sunday during Sacrament I am kind a floopy mess right now.  😉  So, here I come to the blog to get all this junk out!

Back to the topic at hand:  I want to share something that I did this morning with my junior companion in Ministering.  (For those who may or may not be aware, Ministering is the new term for Visiting Teaching.)  Life is in session and between trying to schedule a visit between myself, the sister, and my junior comp., I couldn’t get anything scheduled.  So, I grabbed some blank notecards this morning and took them to church.  My junior comp. and I wrote a quick note to the two sisters I am assigned to minister.  I am hoping this gesture will make them feel better, because I think it sure helped me to feel better.

I guess to summarize, I think any small gesture really can go a long way.  For all parties involved.  I am very thankful.

Weep around the clock

I’m not sure what’s going on with me. I can’t stop crying. Literally. At a moment’s notice.

I want to be strong. I want to be smart. I want to be realistic.

  • Sunday was the 10 year anniversary of my brain tumor diagnosis.
  • Both of my cats are 17 years old and are in very rapid decline. Almost simultaneously.
  • Next week is the 10 year mark of the first brain surgery.
  • I am turning 50 years old next year.
  • I stopped the anti-depressant this past May, with doctor support and direction.
  • I am in the process of going back to college and am having difficulty with a certain department on campus. Also, I was denied financial aid and am in the process of trying to petition to have it reinstated.

This is a very, very short list.

I am so acutely aware of my own mortality and everything around me.

I don’t want to go back on an anti-depressant. I want to feel my feelings yet be very mindful of my limitations.

I am scared the weeping won’t ever stop.

If my brain tumors don’t end up killing me …..

….it will be the freaking dumb-ass staff at the medical clinics I am forced to interact with! How many hours of my life have I wasted being on hold with them trying to get a straight answer on something?!

That’s it; that’s the blog post.

Fraud. Also TL, DR

I am worthless.

I feel so utterly worthless.  These damn brain tumors have already taken so much from me!  And they continue to chip away at any self-confidence I have left, which is very minimal to say the least.

I wanted to attend a Thyroid Cancer Conference this weekend.  Wanted being the operative word.  It’s 5:15 PM and I just remembered about it now.  It’s over.  I missed Friday’s, and missed all of today’s.  I was in the works of being a moderator for an online support group for people with Thyroid Cancer.  How can I do that when I can’t even remember a stupid thing  like a virtual conference?!

I am a fraud.  A big, freaking, fraud.  Eff you Cowden Syndrome.  And a BIG eff YOU to Lhermitte-duclos Disease too.  You both robbed me of my heart’s desire and you continue, even 9 years later, to make me miserable.

I have mentioned that feeling many times over the last 9 years.  I feel like a fraud:  I may act like I have my crap together.  But, I don’t.  Not at all.  I try to be positive.  No one like a Debbie Downer.  I try to act brave.  But, I am not brave at all.  I am terrified of dying alone.  I am terrified of what my life will look like as my medical status moves forward.

I know it was only virtual.  I know that there are more important things to worry about.  But, as I continue to forget things, it just exacerbates my fear of what my life will be like one day.

What do you do to try to not beat yourself up about things?  

Urgent

8:30 am tomorrow morning I have my urgent CT scan. I feel how I did 9 years ago during that week’s time between the brain tumor diagnosis and the first craniotomy.

Trying to read. Trying to distract. Trying to stay relaxed and as calm as possible.

May 3, 2020 a bit graphic

Day 3 of Brain Tumor Awareness month and I chose to share a picture from my v long recovery.

This photo was taken August 2011, about a week after my 2nd craniotomy. Not a pleasant sight.

May 2, 2020

Day 2 of Brain Tumor Awareness Month and I am 2 for 2!

I was thinking earlier about what I wanted to share today. I decided I would share a bit about where this blog began.

I began this blog the day after being diagnosed with a brain tumor. I knew nothing; nothing about what was ahead for me. Oh, man. I was so naive! I miss that Heather, to be honest. That Heather knew pain, sure. But she was so little then! ❤ I wish I could go back and tell that Heather I will never forget her. I wish I would have hugged her a bit longer. 😦

If you click here you can read my very first post. I am very thankful that I have those early days that I can look back on.

Have a good evening. Thank you for being here.

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Bookz

I traded these at a Little Free Library today! Although reading is pretty hard for me post-op, I’ve had a deep love for books and reading since grade school.