Recovering From My Not-So-Best-Week-Ever
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Yeah, so this is the part where my brother emails me, "What's going on? You never post anymore!"
It's been over a week, I know. Pardon me for wanting to do nothing but curl up and hide away from the world. I've had to dig pretty deep to find direction this week. But after much kicking and screaming, and SO MUCH CRYING, I've recovered myself, intact. We've recovered US, intact. Life has meaning again.
(More on the screaming, CRYING, etc., later. As in, tomorrow.)
My entire week has been dotted with attempts to start blog posts like this:
- I started my day with smiles, yoga, and juice. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? Followed by blah, blah, blah, about me. And my sad life.
- My head is throbbing. I'm dizzy. I have little or no energy. I'm discouraged, because just last week, things were looking so much better. Now I spend most of the day fighting with Boyfriend, fighting with myself. Really makes you want stick around for the end, huh?
- I'm struggling to stay physically conscious, much less mentally present, today. Equally uplifting...
But I didn't finish them, because I don't want people coming to this blog to feel sorry for me. I want Girlbert to teach others how to overcome obstacles and do great things. I want Girbert to help me overcome the biggest obstacle of my life. Not to revel in the obstacle, but to get past it. I want to BE GREAT. I've mentioned before that one of my goals is to shock my doctors. I want them to look at me with disbelief when my tumor gets better or goes away. I want to be one of those head-scratching-medical-wonders I've been reading about. I'm no longer content just being the girl with the brain tumor. I'm going to be the girl who kicked that brain tumor's ASS.
The hat was a surprise gift (I can't believe someone actually got me one!) from my childhood (many EONS ago...) friend, Kari. You can get your own, in any number of colors, on Jackie Farry's website. If you want to learn more about Jackie Farry, her hats, the amazing Kris Carr, or how to kick cancer's ASS, rent Crazy Sexy Cancer TODAY. If you know ANYONE who has struggled with or is struggling with cancer, point him/her toward Crazy Sexy Cancer TODAY. That movie changed my life, so by passing it on, maybe I can help someone else be GREAT, too.
Be GREAT. Tell me how you're doing it.
Comments
Fuck cancer
I'm sorry you're struggling. I've never met you, but I want to give you a big, comforting hug. (I know, that's boyfriend's job, so tell him to suck it up and stop fighting with you.) I love your attitude, and I do believe you will kick that brain tumor's ass. In fact, I almost feel sorry for that doomed tumor.
I wish I could tell you how to be great, but I suspect you're already doing a much better job of it than I am. Keep fighting, girlfriend, and cut yourself some slack when you have a bad week. You never know, you may have been in a shitty mood even if you didn't have that stupid tumor.
xoxo
Laurel
Laurel
Don't feel sorry for that tumor...
I'm going to need all the help I can get! Hahaha!
And what are you, the psychic commenter? I was just leaving you a comment - pretty cool!
I'm really excited for the upcoming updates regarding your recent struggles:
"Laurel and The Trusty Three Take on Insurance Companies, Ex-Husbands, Realtors, and Little Old Ladies!"
I'm picturing you with knee-high boots and a "Super Laurel" bustier ('cause you can't fight the bad guys without proper support) What'll they take on next - GAY MARRIAGE? (gasp!)
Thanks. I want to give you a big hug, too. I'll hug my cat instead. Some days she complains like she's all covered in bruises, too! (Poor thing!)
I said I ALMOST felt sorry for that little fucker.
Is it awful that I'm suing a little old lady? And OMG what if it goes to trial? WHAT WILL I WEAR??? One day we will get together for cocktails, or maybe a smoothie, and laugh about all of this. Promise me.
Laurel
I promise...
And I can't wait!
Lisa, I don't come here
Lisa, I don't come here because I need you to be strong to inspire me. I come to your blog because this is the best way, the only way, I can share this with you and feel like I'm supporting you. Share it all -- the good, the bad, the ugly -- and maybe if I can feel some of your pain, I can also absorb some of it and relieve your burden. You are an incredibly strong person -- so much stronger than I could ever be -- and NOTHING will change that.
Hugs from St. Louis.
I know, and you're amazing for that...
But the reason I like teaching riding lessons is because giving people the skills and knowledge to communicate with a horse is the best thing EVER. It feels good to give, and I want to heal that way. I know I can help myself heal that way. Not by always venting and complaining, but by communicating something positive.
Thanks for the hugs. And the hat. (Can't wait for a chilly day!)
XOXOXO
your blog/my blog
Hi Girlbert,
You left a message for me on my blog AGES ago, apparently. And I didn't see it, probably because I have become addicted to Facebook and keep forgetting to check my blog. You left a comment about some photography that I did. Thank you. I always appreciates it when someone appreciates me.
So sorry to hear about the cancer fight. I went through a whole year with my dad who was fighting a cousin of the cancer you have. It is a bitch, I know. Keep your spirits high, as I see you have been doing. It was what my dad did and he had many, many wonderful months because of it. But he was 84 and you are YOUNG, so I am betting on YOU. I will check in occasionally to see how you are doing and to check out your photography.
Diane/violetismycolor
Don't be sorry!
I'm just glad you stopped by! Thanks so much, I really do love your photography. And I envy your photoshop skills!
And I'm not going to try to tell you that it's all rainbows and unicorns with the brain tumor thing, but I feel I've been given the gift of a new perspective on life. Now divorce and joblessness seem like small potatoes, if you know what I mean. I'm grateful for every day. For everything.
I'm sorry about your dad. Thanks for betting on me.
And keep checking back - I certainly appreciate the feedback!
Hugs,
Lisa
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