11/9/12
In the past three months, I have moved again (for the second
time in six months), my TV broke and was replaced, my email was hacked and I
had to create all new accounts, including Twitter…and my beloved computer
Casanova unexpectedly died and I had to get a new laptop. Last night I dropped
my phone at the gym and killed it. So, another new phone was added to the list
of things I’ve had to change, adapt and purchase with my hard earned cash.
This morning, on my way to get the phone I had to stop in to
get some test results from the eye doctor at Francis Nelson, a local clinic. I
popped in, no line (yeah, me!) and the nurse came right out to see me.
She stood in the doorway tentatively. “Do you mind if we
speak right here?” That’s random, I thought. Must not be serious. I mean, who
gives test results right out in the public standing by a door. “You can have a
private room if you prefer but we would have to go and get it ready and really,
this is just easier.” Easier for you or for me I thought “Um, ok, I said
glancing around the near empty waiting room, “But can we at least sit down?”.
“Sure, fine” We sat.
“So what’s the damage?” I smiled. She glanced at her
carefully worded reply. Struggling to only say what was exactly on her approved
language notes. “So, you have a tumor” “What?” “You have a tumor and it’s about
1.5 cm in size, it’s behind your right eye and Dr. Ewald wants you to see a
specialist in Springfield…” ”Wait, what…what specialist?” I was the one
struggling now. Trying to wrap my head around the moment, around her words.
This was actually happening and I needed to focus. “He is an occu-plastic…” “An
ocular plastic surgeon?” I croaked. “No, just occu-plastic” “Wait, I gotta find
a pen”. I dug in my purse and miraculously found one right away. What is his
name? How do you spell it? “Don’t bother”, she said. He won’t be back in the
office until next week and to be honest we don’t even know if he will work with
you. “ “Uh, ok, well what are my other options?” “That’s it.” “That’s it? No
other options?” She just stared at me with a blank face of indifference. “Well,
can I at least have a copy of my test results?” “No, they have my notes on them
on what I’m allowed to tell you and I really wouldn’t feel comfortable letting
you see them.” “But it’s my test results” I moaned. “No, I just wouldn’t feel
comfortable. “ she replied.
Annnnd, that’s when I lost my shit. “You just told me I have
a tumor and you won’t let me have a copy of a piece of paper? Why are you so
hostile? You’re a nurse for God’s sake, show some compassion!” I was sobbing
now, my words had left me. “I’m sorry you feel that way” She stated coldly as
she stared me down. Not once ounce of humanity showed on her features. Oh,
fuck, she was one of those people. You know those people who never take
responsibility for their actions who ALWAYS put the blame right back on you. My
sister was one of those people. It was never her fault. She was always the
victim. Things just happened to her out of the blue and she had no idea
why…people just attacked her! Blah-Blah. Anyway, back to my tumor.
Appalled, I wanted get away from this wench as quickly as
possible. “Anything else?” No. Hilda can help you make an appointment with Dr.
Ewald next week. “Great. Thank you” I wandered over to the other nurse who
kindly had already made the appointment for me. I thanked her and was on my way
out the door when I heard my bearer of bad news say to her supervisor, “ I
don’t know why she acted like that…I didn’t do anything wrong, I just told her
the results” Priceless. I left the building and drove off towards Wal-Mart and
a new phone.
I have a tumor. But here’s the thing. I’m not scared. Hard
to believe, but I’m really not. I didn’t have that stomach drop situation. You
know, that feeling you get when you know, you just know that something really,
truly bad is happening. And I’ve had that feeling enough times and enough
really bad things happen to me to know that if something major was going down
then I would have been told. If this had been an actual emergency then I would
have been told where to go and what to do. Yes, I do have a tumor behind my
eye. Technically, that would be in my head so yes, I guess that would be called
a brain tumor. Which, as far as tumors go, is really a less than ideal place to
have one located being that there are lots of important wires and electrical
outlets and stuff up there. And, it seems really wrong of the universe to have
me go through hell, come out the other side, be given a chance to start
re-building my life and then less than a year in, give me this. I was actually
hoping for a really great boyfriend, not a brain tumor.
Oh, and because I was financially in the hole and have dug
myself out but still live paycheck to paycheck, I don’t have health insurance.
Oh, yeah, there’s that.
It’s not like in the movies where when people get sick their
biggest battle is to overcome their disease. People without the funds for
health insurance biggest battle becomes just trying to medical attention, let
alone find the way to pay for it when you are sick and out of commission. And I
don’t know if I have the energy or the strength to Shirley McClaine-Terms of
Endearment- the medical profession on behalf of myself.
But honestly, I can’t even think that far down the road, I
mean. That’s insane and all kinds of nasty fears are poking their mean little
heads into my mind right now and I can’t deal with that, so I’m not going to.
If I had to choose on what to do right now. I would not get
surgery. I would not get radiation or chemo or anything else involving knives
close to my face. My eyes. My brain. Because really, that’s all I got. That is
me. That is my life.
I am lucky. I am deeply loved by lots of amazing people but I
don’t have a husband. I don’t have kids. I don’t have a house. Hell, I don’t
even have a dog (It’s because I don’t have a house. I love dogs too much to
stick them in my charming but shoebox sized downtown apartment).
So, my ability to function, to tell a joke, to get the joke
and to make my way independently though this world is all I have really. And I
don’t want anyone to mess with that. So, if I had to choose on what to do, I
would sell everything and go to Europe. Or Tahiti. Go on a trip. Travel. Have
fun and live some life before I kick. Just, I don’t know…change the entire
directory of my life because obviously this whole, keep your head down, work
hard and you will be rewarded for being a good little girl clearly isn’t
working for me anymore. Right?
And the alternative is far too frightening to ponder. After
all, to recap.
I have a diagnosis of a tumor in my head but I don’t even
have a doctor. I have an opthamologist I saw one time. That is my “crack
medical team”
If it weren’t so completely ridiculous it would be tragic.
Anyway, I don’t even think it’s gonna come to anything dire...I
don’t. I’m not in denial. I just really don’t believe that it’s that bad. It’s
just medical monkeyshines, that’s all.
The thing is I’ve had a rough few years…about six to be
exact. (I know you might have had some bad stuff happen to you too with the
recession and all but this blog is about me so try to focus please. Thanks!) Six really twisted, torturous, angst ridden
years and I freaked out hard. I cried over and over, in long, rage filled
nights. Like a little baby, I threw tantrums. I said the words why me? A lot. I
got pissed at God. I threw things (in the privacy of my own home of course. I
was a hot mess but I wasn’t a savage) I fought hard to have a steady income, a
place to live and some semblance of a life. In those six years I moved 7 times
in three different states. I kept trying. I kept moving. Maybe it was all a
geographic. Maybe it was just bad timing. Who the hell knows? I had over 40
jobs in those years, so many overlapping part time jobs and side gigs that it
was hard to remember who I was when I woke up in the morning. No matter what
jobs I had or what I was booked for, I kept trying, interviewing, networking, performing
and redoing another version of one of my many resumes in order to get something
better. Anything better. There had to be something better, something more than
this, right?
My point is that I truly believe that I somehow created this
little cluster in my head. A little clusterfuck of negativity that has been
riding shotgun in my brain for about six years. I’ve decided to call her Coco. Coco, the
cluster, she’s French and she’s a total bitch.
I think I created her. I caused it. And if I did that with
my bad attitude and frankly super non-pretty girl discount lifestyle then it
stands to reason that I can reverse it. Or at least that’s what I’m hoping.
So, yeah, I’m gonna have to see what the doctors say. And
yes, this blog just got a whole hell of a lot more real. But it all goes back
to the same thing. The same concept in my original post that I need to learn
how to attract better things in life, treat myself better, demand the world
treat myself better and get that ever elusive pretty girl discount on a daily
basis.
After all, everyone has their “thing” they have to deal with
in this life. Their little injustices. And when get thrown up against something
this huge, something that threatens to literally kill you I think you can do
one of three things. 1) Totally freak out and worry and stress yourself into an
early death. 2) Give up your power and do everything everyone, all the physicians
and nurses and voodoo witch doctors tell you to do and hope for the best. 3) Go
balls out. Live your life to the fullest. Go hell bent for leather until they
turn the lights out. I’m choosing for option #3. I’ll pay attention. Some stuff
I’ll do like a good soldier. Some stuff I’ll ignore. I’ll pray. I’ll see
physicians and psychics. I’ll figure it out. I’ll finally learn my lesson. I’ll
be fine. I’ll be better than fine, I’ll be healthy, because I’m healthy now.
So, don’t worry. This blog is not going to turn into “The
Epic Adventures of Cancergirl” or “The Joys of Praying” or even “How I Lost My Sight
But Became A Modern Day Pirate”.
It’s still going to be focused on getting my PGD on, but
with a little bit of tumor added in. That’s the recipe and I’m sticking to it.
Because everything has changed. But nothing has changed.
What I need to learn in this lifetime is still there, it’s just a lot closer to
my face (well, it’s actually in my face now. Literally.) forcing me to deal
with it.
I love this quote “Humans can live about forty days without
food. About three days without water and about eight minutes without air. But
humans can only live for one second without hope.”
I have hope. I plan to live. For a long, long time.
Lydia my friend, this is inspiring and yes, your brain is working just fine, humor at it's very best! Were doing Vegas after Christmas so whatever the verdict - thats the word babygirl!
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Holly
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Wow!
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