So.... a month hiatus from my blog? WHOA, goes fast.
Since August 1st, I have had prostaff training, including a retreat where I pulled a cord that let me free-fall 30 feet, had student staff training, prepped our buildings for students, and moved in 1500 students. Oh, and managed to have two seizures, and made it through an earth-quake and a hurricane.
So forgive me for the long absence, but I've been working 40-60 hour weeks, and jumping right back into a familiar hat, workaholic.I know it's been awhile, but my boss has had to turn into "Mama Jermaine" and kick me out a couple times. Good for him, he's supportive!
I also went into the neurosurgeon friday and got a report of "no change" on the tumor between May and end of July, almost 3 months. Aside from the seizures, this means I'm doing AWESOME. I have another doctor's appointment on Wednesday with my oncologist. We'll talk about my most recent scan and also the most recent seizures (I think it's the new activity/sleep schedule, ok, maybe some stress too) and see if that means that I'm almost done with chemo! Cross your fingers! I'm ready for my next dose this upcoming wednesday!
Oh, and I'm also revisiting my "spiritual" side, and turning my tarot abilities into a hobby versus something I pull out when I've had a few drinks. Meaning, I'm trying to be a little more intuitive versus haphazard with the cards. Now that the school-year has begun I may also add in some zumba classes or something active, all this running around for work has made me realize how TIRED I get, part chemo, part sitting on my ass "resting" for months. So, get my booty up and dance, because then it won't feel like exercise. =)
This upcoming week is the beginning of September, and that means that this year is going FAST. The other day I had a few moments to myself and marveled at how quickly time is going by (it's been almost 8 months since my brain surgery) and how easy it was for me to switch gears back into "normal" life. Snap! The switch flicked again and I'm back in action, one less thing to worry about?! Maybe. I feel a little uneasy with how smooth it's been for me to switch. Accept death, check. Beat cancer, check, Resume workaholic lifestyle like nothing ever happened, check. You know that feeling of how you're sneaking a cookie out of the jar and don't get caught and you get the feeling that it was too easy? That's the feeling I have now. I'm waiting for my mom to bust around the corner and discover me with half a cookie, except for I don't know what the equivalent of that would be in this scenario. And maybe, that's why; we always fear the unknown. The other part is I wouldn't want to walk away from an experience like this and not learn some sort of life lesson... it's like I'm still waiting for me to have that "life crisis" and go live a different life completely out in the wilderness or something. A sudden, life-threatening illness, feels like it should completely alter my world and I never walk into it the same. Instead, just like everything else, I bend it to my will and go back to life as planned... hmmmmmm.... waiting for the curve ball?
So anyways... I guess this is where I shrug and resign to live with the unease because I have to accept the things I can't change. Nothing is certain, maybe that's the lesson. =)
Either way, this week, we felt an earthquake, and got a "tropical storm" and flooding due to a hurricane on the east coast, and I am safe, warm, and dry. One less thing to worry about.
Since August 1st, I have had prostaff training, including a retreat where I pulled a cord that let me free-fall 30 feet, had student staff training, prepped our buildings for students, and moved in 1500 students. Oh, and managed to have two seizures, and made it through an earth-quake and a hurricane.
So forgive me for the long absence, but I've been working 40-60 hour weeks, and jumping right back into a familiar hat, workaholic.I know it's been awhile, but my boss has had to turn into "Mama Jermaine" and kick me out a couple times. Good for him, he's supportive!
I also went into the neurosurgeon friday and got a report of "no change" on the tumor between May and end of July, almost 3 months. Aside from the seizures, this means I'm doing AWESOME. I have another doctor's appointment on Wednesday with my oncologist. We'll talk about my most recent scan and also the most recent seizures (I think it's the new activity/sleep schedule, ok, maybe some stress too) and see if that means that I'm almost done with chemo! Cross your fingers! I'm ready for my next dose this upcoming wednesday!
Oh, and I'm also revisiting my "spiritual" side, and turning my tarot abilities into a hobby versus something I pull out when I've had a few drinks. Meaning, I'm trying to be a little more intuitive versus haphazard with the cards. Now that the school-year has begun I may also add in some zumba classes or something active, all this running around for work has made me realize how TIRED I get, part chemo, part sitting on my ass "resting" for months. So, get my booty up and dance, because then it won't feel like exercise. =)
This upcoming week is the beginning of September, and that means that this year is going FAST. The other day I had a few moments to myself and marveled at how quickly time is going by (it's been almost 8 months since my brain surgery) and how easy it was for me to switch gears back into "normal" life. Snap! The switch flicked again and I'm back in action, one less thing to worry about?! Maybe. I feel a little uneasy with how smooth it's been for me to switch. Accept death, check. Beat cancer, check, Resume workaholic lifestyle like nothing ever happened, check. You know that feeling of how you're sneaking a cookie out of the jar and don't get caught and you get the feeling that it was too easy? That's the feeling I have now. I'm waiting for my mom to bust around the corner and discover me with half a cookie, except for I don't know what the equivalent of that would be in this scenario. And maybe, that's why; we always fear the unknown. The other part is I wouldn't want to walk away from an experience like this and not learn some sort of life lesson... it's like I'm still waiting for me to have that "life crisis" and go live a different life completely out in the wilderness or something. A sudden, life-threatening illness, feels like it should completely alter my world and I never walk into it the same. Instead, just like everything else, I bend it to my will and go back to life as planned... hmmmmmm.... waiting for the curve ball?
So anyways... I guess this is where I shrug and resign to live with the unease because I have to accept the things I can't change. Nothing is certain, maybe that's the lesson. =)
Either way, this week, we felt an earthquake, and got a "tropical storm" and flooding due to a hurricane on the east coast, and I am safe, warm, and dry. One less thing to worry about.
Chili I made for the stormy day!
My uncle filming Cameron and Chase (13 and 11yrs old) today at Cape Cod during Hurricane Irene.
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