During my recovery from the brain surgeries someone told me, “Oh Heather. You’re so brave. I couldn’t do what you’re doing.”
Ugh, that comment still makes my blood boil, even years later. I get that she was trying to be supportive or caring, but believe me that isn’t the way to go about it.
I am not brave. I am not courageous. I wasn’t climbing a mountain or swimming with sharks for Pete’s sake.
I was trying to not die.
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.
