Today was an interesting day. But I have to say that everyday since my diagnosis that I’ve spoken with my father has been interesting. I don’t know if I would call me and my father’s relationship estranged, wouldn’t be quite accurate. I know my father. We have memories together. I…
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Living Like You’re Dying
I am sitting here watching StepMom with Susan Sarandon and Julia Roberts. It’s the scene where Susan Sarandon’s character’s comes out of the bathroom from throwing up, laundry on the floor from her dropping it to run to the bathroom, having to call someone to pick up her child from…
My Own Eat, Pray, Love moment
Okay, well maybe I haven’t found the love yet. I have a feeling that is coming for me. But the past few months have been spent with me clocking in countless hours talking to the Big Guy about everything, looking for answers, finding answers and discovering peace with certain things….
Talking Myself Out Of A Pity Party
So in a little over a year I have moved to a different state, lost the partner in my non-profit, enrolled my son into preschool, lost my boyfriend, moved back to my original state, become a single mother, become unemployed, moved in with my mother, almost lost my life, lost…
I’m Alive…Yes, I Am…I’m Alive
It has taken me a week to begin this post. Part of it is the fact that I am still trying to wrap my brain around the entire event and all that has happened over the past 3 weeks. Part of it is a bit of shame and embarrassment. And…