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  1. First I need to apologize for not replying to anyone on the show of support for my last blog entry. My thoughts were jumbled together and I was unable to really say much. The visit with the surgeon was in short devastating. His decision to call the transplant coordinator was equally painful. My tears have now dried and I am no longer thinking of quitting so I can at least write a little now. The thought of waiting two years is a bit much. I don't have the energy to wait that long. I sort of thought that might be the response of the transplant team. Still I am in the process of processing everything. I have gone silent IRL and with the exception of the occasional email, I don't really say much of anything. I hurt a lot right now but it is lessening some. I am fidgeting a lot more so I am employing my spinners more frequently. I am debating speaking to my doctor about anxiety meds but I don't know about that just yet. I have to do more research on it. I will likely need to find something I am not allergic to as well. I am finding this process a bit taxing. I am not going to quit. I am going to keep swinging for the fences.
  2. Been thinking about you :hug:

    1. Hawkgirl


      @patriciag  Thank you.  Sending you hugs.  Praying for you too. :hug:

  3. Then the Surgeon Said

    I did follow up yesterday from the surgery I had for cancer. Much to my surprise, his tune was far different than that of the endocrinologist. She was upbeat, optimistic and looking forward to me being transplanted. My visit with the surgeon deep sixed those plans and I was taken aback. The cancer wasn't contained to the thyroid as originally thought. It had spread to the lymph nodes. Now it is a matter of getting those nodes removed. To say I was blown away is an understatement. I cried. We were totally unprepared for this. Completely and totally unprepared. Now hearing that they are fiddling with health care it makes me wonder if we are headed for another Great Depression. I have spent the better part of the day trying to process yesterday's doctor's visit. It was overwhelming and I am searching for the bright spot in this. I know there is a bright spot. It is still treatable. It is not hopeless or useless. It is going to be ok. Things just hurt right now. So next step, more surgery followed by radiation.
  4. Hi Queenie, Welcome to AS! There is always someone listening here like the others have said.
  5. Sending you safe hugs.
  6. Powerful,

    I was wondering how you are.  Just wanted say hi.  Hope you are well.  Sending you safe hugs if ok :hug:

  7. @BreakMyShell , Wonderfullly written but I must disagree with you on one aspect, you are not a loser. I am sorry that kid was so rude and disrespectful to you. It takes special people to work with children. If no one else tells you, you are a hero.
  8. It's kelliah992. I thought about your post all day and even looked it up. You are right about your post. I just don't know if that changes anything for me.

  9. I told my best friend and she had her own story to tell. I told my mother who in turn told my stepfather. He pitched a fit and accused me of making it up to tear the family apart. He didn't tell her he called me a s***, w**** and b****. I eventually told my godmother who also had a story of her own to tell. We agreed not to tell my godfather or uncle as both would have gone to prison for their actions. So they don't know. The family expects that I can just "get over it". My mother doesn't but it is hard to tell where she is on things like letting me know when they are coming over. She doesn't do this so I get to hear their voices and their laughter etc. I am supposed to be ok with it but honestly, I am not. The first time I had cancer was the last time my stepbrother was in my room. Two years ago, he stopped over. I looked up to an open door and there he is. He said he just wanted to see how I was doing. I am going to watch a movie now.
  10. @Queen P Welcome to AS!
  11. What makes me afraid is that I will not be able to say the words. There are certain things I don't speak about. This unfortunately makes people think whatever it is I am dealing with is not that important. But in reading your post, I was reminded of the things that keep me from talking about my experiences verbally. I find its easiest to write about these things rather than to verbally speak them. I find I stammer a bit if I try to verbally convey any part of that story. The last person I spoke to about this at any length was exceptionally patient. I am grateful for that. Hearing the words, does make it real...it make it what is perhaps the most important acknowledgment, my own acknowledgment. People don't understand when I say things that other survivors understand. It's not because we are weak, but because we have battle scars from an internal war. Most people never understand that.
  12. @Sunrise Kitten Hey! Welcome to AS! I am sorry for what brought you here but I can tell you this is a very supportive community. You will find lots of support here.
  13. I don't talk much about health but found out I have cancer round 2.   I'm going to throw a shindig just cuz I can.  I'm going to grab me a shake since I'm out and about.  Leave me a positive comment.  Looking to celebrate something good with you.  Your good news is encouraging to me.  Ready? Set? Post! 

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    2. Painnbroken
    3. snmls


      Thank you @Hawkgirl  I'm planning on studying health law.  :)

    4. limbodante


      I have a date today, I meet my gf for the first time, we're meeting at a steampunk crafts fair ^_^

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    Hi Sonny, welcome to AS. You will find alot of people who understand in some way what you are dealing with. @howlieowl is right,. You will find support here and friendship too. You can heal, you aren't alone and we are here to support you too.
  15. I have been planning for quite sometime on writing a book. Well I have been thinking about intensely for years. Yet I finally started working on it yesterday. It feels like the time is right. This feels like what I am supposed to be doing right now. It is so hard to believe but the story, my story is finally coming together. I am facing with without the fear of previous attempts. I am facing it without the fear of backlash. I am facing it for the giant it is in my life. I am slaying it for the hell it has given me. I look at the pain I have been in for so long. I look at it, with it's shattered mirror shards jutting out. It looks so frightening and yet almost pitifully suffering. It needs to be dealt with and it needs to be treated. I have thought of counseling and I may look into that at some point again. Bad experiences with counselors in the past has caused me to look at that subject a bit warily. Yet, even now as I look at other ways of healing certain wounds, I am look the task before me. Putting those words into print, so that the world can know. So that I will have my voice. So I can help others speak. I must be able to speak and to tell what happened to me. I must no longer keep silent. As keeping silent keeps the pain going. It's like an infection, festering, blistering...growing until I feel nothing at all. I look forward to the day when my stories are purely fictional and my hero is able to win the fight. I will get there, but I have to tell the truth first. I have to tell the truth of those horrible years. I have to put a voice to that silence that has encased me like a tomb, gnawing at me like squirrel with a cracker. I have to speak the truth, perhaps not in love this time but speak it none the less. May this lancing and surgery be what I need to heal. I won't quit and I won't back down. Its time to take flight. They don't get to win. I don't have to keep the secret anymore. Even in knowing this, it feels like I am returning to an old flame. An old love with a renewed love of the art. Here's hoping I don't lose sight of the goal.