Ok, so I fudged on one thing about yesterday's post. I worked until 8pm today........ whoops! =) We closed the residence halls today so that the students could go on spring break. It was not completely necessary that I work that late, but glad that I did. The only part that was tough is that Jason's brother and cousin are visiting, and the boys waited on me for about 3 hours. So, I bought them dinner at a sushi buffet place, it was AWESOME! =)
Now the guys are playing starcraft, and I made them pop with our sodastream machine, and then made a couple different kinds of iced tea so they would have options other than water, almond milk, and beer. Quite a range of beverage choices eh? Not your "everyday" fridge items.
Yesterday I feel like my post was pretty morbid. I came out about being depressed and times when I wanted to end my life. Because I was in such a cheery mood I started that topic byway of talking about my experience at a memorial services for a student in my building complex who did end his life. That is a lot for a thursday night, thanks for hanging in there folks! =)
Today, I got a chance to chat for 20 minutes or so with my boss's father. He is from "the old country" of my mother's family. Accent an all, a true German gentleman. I don't know a ton about him, other than he adopted Karla and raised her as his own because he loved her and her mom. He made lots of money and gave Karla an awesome life and the reason she set up a "chat date" for us is because he has spent the last 14 years fighting cancer. He has non-hodgkins lymphoma. He has battled cancer in his armpit, lungs, stomach, and now had a scan with a cyst in his kidney. What a fighter! Still an energetic, friendly, nice man. He had lots of compliments for how good I'm looking and we talked about "chemo brain", diet, vitamins, and invited Jason and I back up to his cabin in the mountains for a visit. We went once a couple years ago, it was when I met her dad, they have a great little spot, it's great for a summer meal. Great view and great company.
What he talked to me most about was Sloan Kettering, which is where he gets his treatment, and how he is working with the most regarded expert in lymphatic cancer via his experience at Sloan. I talked about how my doctor had her residency at Sloan Kettering, and how my insurance would cover anything I did there. He brought up my dad, that Karla had told him my dad is a doctor and he said he was very comforted to hear that. In his groups they often talked about who would be able to help them navigate things like "doctor talk" and second opinions. He felt better knowing I had someone who knew that environment very well. He said always get a second opinion, especially with my upcoming scans. He also suggested I go for a PET scan since it shows activity, not just size and location. Then, we were cut off because he was whisked away for an important meeting he was helping Karla with. Anyway, it was a much more open "dad" than the one I first met a couple years ago. We have a common thread other than the love for German Potato Salad and cucumber salad.
I'm finding that I'm collecting a lot of older male supports with cancer. My dad and I talk a lot. After a couple weeks he stopped texting me every 15 minutes asking how I felt, if I pooped, if I took my pills, did I have seizures, etc. =) A lot of people in my support group are males close to or around my dad's age; they have lots of advice and encouragment. Then, my best guyfriends from undergrad and gradschool are checkin up on me via text, facebook, or leaving voicemails as I'm not much of a phone talker these days. My high school and junior high male teachers who have also battled/are fighting cancer are keeping up with me and making their support and presence known to me. Those are men I haven't seen in 10-15 years. Also, right now I've got three sexy asian men in my apartment who love good food, computers, and talking about people who walk themselves into verbal innuendos. One of Jason's coworkers does that all the time. I used to until about a year of dating Jason. I learned. =)
I think I scared Ivan and Clinton today as I confronted a student who was trying to sneak to stay in my building past closing. I have a very "authoritative" tone that I take on when confronting. It's one of those things where you sound like you're in charge then you get less trouble/lip/argument/defiance. Or if you sound like you're in charge you garner some safety because ain't nobody gonna mess with the girl who talks like she's about to throw down. I bark like a german shepard, good thing I'm secretly a yorkie. Either way, lots of personality.
So, as it approaches 1am, the latest I've been awake in over a month, I find I've got to cut this short. In sum, I worked four full days in a row. Woohoo/I'm now gonna get grounded by my aunt. SOOOOOO Now, I get 10 days off. I'm collecting many manly men cancer buddies and brain tumor cancer buddies. I'm not surprised, because although I love the pink, breast cancer pink everything does not represent my fight, and is feeling a little girly for me right now. So, I collect men. Something about cancer is a man-magnet. Rawr! I'm so lucky my boyfriend isn't the jealous type.
My energy is holding up, and with that I'm taping into my masculine energies and supports. I'm one BADASS woman, (watch out cancer!) one less thing to worry about.
Now the guys are playing starcraft, and I made them pop with our sodastream machine, and then made a couple different kinds of iced tea so they would have options other than water, almond milk, and beer. Quite a range of beverage choices eh? Not your "everyday" fridge items.
Yesterday I feel like my post was pretty morbid. I came out about being depressed and times when I wanted to end my life. Because I was in such a cheery mood I started that topic byway of talking about my experience at a memorial services for a student in my building complex who did end his life. That is a lot for a thursday night, thanks for hanging in there folks! =)
Today, I got a chance to chat for 20 minutes or so with my boss's father. He is from "the old country" of my mother's family. Accent an all, a true German gentleman. I don't know a ton about him, other than he adopted Karla and raised her as his own because he loved her and her mom. He made lots of money and gave Karla an awesome life and the reason she set up a "chat date" for us is because he has spent the last 14 years fighting cancer. He has non-hodgkins lymphoma. He has battled cancer in his armpit, lungs, stomach, and now had a scan with a cyst in his kidney. What a fighter! Still an energetic, friendly, nice man. He had lots of compliments for how good I'm looking and we talked about "chemo brain", diet, vitamins, and invited Jason and I back up to his cabin in the mountains for a visit. We went once a couple years ago, it was when I met her dad, they have a great little spot, it's great for a summer meal. Great view and great company.
What he talked to me most about was Sloan Kettering, which is where he gets his treatment, and how he is working with the most regarded expert in lymphatic cancer via his experience at Sloan. I talked about how my doctor had her residency at Sloan Kettering, and how my insurance would cover anything I did there. He brought up my dad, that Karla had told him my dad is a doctor and he said he was very comforted to hear that. In his groups they often talked about who would be able to help them navigate things like "doctor talk" and second opinions. He felt better knowing I had someone who knew that environment very well. He said always get a second opinion, especially with my upcoming scans. He also suggested I go for a PET scan since it shows activity, not just size and location. Then, we were cut off because he was whisked away for an important meeting he was helping Karla with. Anyway, it was a much more open "dad" than the one I first met a couple years ago. We have a common thread other than the love for German Potato Salad and cucumber salad.
I'm finding that I'm collecting a lot of older male supports with cancer. My dad and I talk a lot. After a couple weeks he stopped texting me every 15 minutes asking how I felt, if I pooped, if I took my pills, did I have seizures, etc. =) A lot of people in my support group are males close to or around my dad's age; they have lots of advice and encouragment. Then, my best guyfriends from undergrad and gradschool are checkin up on me via text, facebook, or leaving voicemails as I'm not much of a phone talker these days. My high school and junior high male teachers who have also battled/are fighting cancer are keeping up with me and making their support and presence known to me. Those are men I haven't seen in 10-15 years. Also, right now I've got three sexy asian men in my apartment who love good food, computers, and talking about people who walk themselves into verbal innuendos. One of Jason's coworkers does that all the time. I used to until about a year of dating Jason. I learned. =)
I think I scared Ivan and Clinton today as I confronted a student who was trying to sneak to stay in my building past closing. I have a very "authoritative" tone that I take on when confronting. It's one of those things where you sound like you're in charge then you get less trouble/lip/argument/defiance. Or if you sound like you're in charge you garner some safety because ain't nobody gonna mess with the girl who talks like she's about to throw down. I bark like a german shepard, good thing I'm secretly a yorkie. Either way, lots of personality.
So, as it approaches 1am, the latest I've been awake in over a month, I find I've got to cut this short. In sum, I worked four full days in a row. Woohoo/I'm now gonna get grounded by my aunt. SOOOOOO Now, I get 10 days off. I'm collecting many manly men cancer buddies and brain tumor cancer buddies. I'm not surprised, because although I love the pink, breast cancer pink everything does not represent my fight, and is feeling a little girly for me right now. So, I collect men. Something about cancer is a man-magnet. Rawr! I'm so lucky my boyfriend isn't the jealous type.
My energy is holding up, and with that I'm taping into my masculine energies and supports. I'm one BADASS woman, (watch out cancer!) one less thing to worry about.
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