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Originally Posted by SD4020
For my 28th birthday I started chemotherapy. That sucked. After the morning treatment I was stayibg at my parents house. I crashed. The side effects were too much. I had to travel 180 miles and was away from home. Longest nine weeks of my life.
Not my actual birthday but the Pulse nightclub shooting in Orlando happened the night I was celebrating my 28th birthday with friends. I had no idea that happened until I woke up at 9 that morning from a bender and checked my Facebook.
Nowhere near as bad as dealing with cancer (glad you survived) but if I could forget that birthday I would not mind at all.
That was a long time ago. In some ways it seems like a flash in the pan. In other ways an eternity. I have some wicked scars and story. That’s how life works.
But I remember something that happened on my 29th.
It was the beginning of me deciding that if I did not feel that anyone in my family was going to give me anything or treat me in any way, I was going to do it myself, for myself. I was sick of being the one person always going without and feeling sad about it. I was also tired of a thing I was doing in my 20s of blending in and being this bland, business casual Mom person....this feeling that as an "adult" I had to leave all of my tastes and passions and style behind and be totally serious and respectable and responsible. It was the beginning of me taking small steps to loving myself and celebrating myself and eventually standing up for myself and valuing myself.
I bought myself a cool leather jacket. A nice one. It cost...I dunno...over a hundred bucks, a lot for me to spend at the time. I still have it and it's held up really well and it's still beautiful. LOL...given where I've landed in life, it's a bit funny to me that I have invested significance into black leather garments more than once over the years. I had a trench coat in high school that made me feel confident and safe, like social armor. It helped me go from being shy and socially awkward, to confident and extroverted. It was a big deal to me at the time.
For my 28th birthday I started chemotherapy. That sucked. After the morning treatment I was stayibg at my parents house. I crashed. The side effects were too much. I had to travel 180 miles and was away from home. Longest nine weeks of my life.
Very glad that you are here today with us SD. You are certainly a strong person!
For my 28th birthday I started chemotherapy. That sucked. After the morning treatment I was stayibg at my parents house. I crashed. The side effects were too much. I had to travel 180 miles and was away from home. Longest nine weeks of my life.
28 is a young man still, that's a rough thing to go through. I mean it's always hard, but something about getting serious illness in what is really supposed to be some of the most prime years (health wise) just somehow feels more "unfair", for lack of a more eloquent way of putting it.
It's good you had your parents to help you through it.
28 is a young man still, that's a rough thing to go through. I mean it's always hard, but something about getting serious illness in what is really supposed to be some of the most prime years (health wise) just somehow feels more "unfair", for lack of a more eloquent way of putting it.
It's good you had your parents to help you through it.
*nods* Of course another way to look at it, is that a younger body might have a better chance of coming through something like that and making a fully recovery.
I have a cousin who had bone marrow cancer in his late teens. That is a whole big mess of treatments and transfusions and all, but he got through it and has gone on to live a happy and healthy life. That particular cancer doesn't have the best survival odds, I don't think, but he beat it.
28 is a young man still, that's a rough thing to go through. I mean it's always hard, but something about getting serious illness in what is really supposed to be some of the most prime years (health wise) just somehow feels more "unfair", for lack of a more eloquent way of putting it.
It's good you had your parents to help you through it.
There was a lot to process. However, I never felt it was “unfair” or ask ‘why me.” It sobered me up to the fact that I could end up dead.
Can we talk about something happier? Please. I didn’t mean to drag the whole thing down.
Sorry, folk.
Anyway, just tossed several pounds of pork loin in the smoker. Cooking it up for a group of about 30 tonight. Will see how this goes.
I've been so busy lately packing, putting stuff into storage, dealing with my kid, and so forth, that I've been scraping by on "quick to make, quick to scarf down" kinds of foods...they aren't especially appetizing, but they keep me alive. I have been craving real food. Actual, cooked, comfort food, food. Not ramen or a bagel or frozen pizza...
Stress has a way of pinching my appetite, too, and I have been very, VERY stressed lately.
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