Here is another Monday. Like most, Mondays are not my favorite day, but this particular Monday is markedly different. So much has happened in just one week, it's hard to get my head around it. Found out I might/might not have cancer in my liver. Found out I might/might not have cancer in my breast. Thousands of people were devasted by the terrifying tornados just miles from my home. Osama Bin Laden is dead. I feel as though this is a lot of information for anyone to process, particularly in such a short amount of time. I hope that we can keep the dramatic and life-altering news to a minimum for the next few weeks (at least).
I am trying to avoid thinking about the things that I am inevitably thinking about by attempting to regain my focus. For example, this past weekend we held a wedding shower for a close friend. This coming weekend, my dear sweet, Christina is getting married, so I will be enjoying wedding festivities Thursday evening through Saturday. And in the meantime I am working on a final, and trying to get my head back on so that I can resume my comps preparation. To be clear, the latter is not on the same fun scale as the formers, but I'll take distraction where I can get it. Keep praying if you can, and I hope to have some good news for next time.
In the meantime, I think this picture (courtesy of my cousin K, taken on Easter) is a pretty good representation of the state of confusion we're all kind of in right now. Have I mentioned I love my family?
Welcome to my life...
Hello, kind reader, and thanks for coming! You are probably reading this because you fall into one of the following categories:
1. My family
2. My near and dear friends
3. You accidentally typed in the wrong URL
But if, by chance you are not a part of one of those categories I hope you will still take a minute to read some of my posts. What I'm all about is cancer, particularly adolescent cancer. I had it, I owned it, I beat it, and here I am today. I am now getting my doctorate doing research with adolescent cancer patients and survivors. I came out okay on the other end of something awful, and now I want to make a difference by helping others. The way I see it, it's all about support--helping each other, seeing that someone has been there and made it. When I was 16 I felt completely alone, and I don't want others to feel that way. My idea is that maybe we can help each other by talking and sharing our stories. So here are some of mine...
Casey
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