Call me old fashion if you must, but at least you'd be calling me...

I live in a world of social media...and I hate it. It has become an excuse for people to not have to reach out when someone is in need. Its created cold friendships. The last year has been a whirlwind of changes and I am struggling with them. Things are progressing in positive ways, and I am smart enough to see that some very positive things have happened in my life. But with that has come some very cold realization. I haven't lived on my own since I was 18, and even that was only for a brief moment. Its been a huge adjustment. Everyone talked and commented on how proud they were of me, and how eager they were to see the new place...and how they were excited to visit. I've been here three months I've had 4 visitors....2 of them traveled over 2 hours to see me. I've extended multiple invitations. There is always a reason....needless to say, I've given up even asking. I feel like a pathetic person begging for someone to play with. Last February I had surgery, after being rushed to the hospital. There were complications that lead to a much more complex procedure, and longer hospital stay, than anticipated. Other than my parents, I had exactly one visitor. One. During the following weeks that I was so bidden that I was crawling to the bathroom, I had no offers of help....or even just company. Last October was my birthday. My phone rang twice. My step dad was the first, calling me first thing that morning(see why I love this man so much. HE picks up the phone, because he knows that it matters.) Everyone else did their birthday wishing on Facebook. I bought my own dinner that night, I went to bed realizing that even some of my very closest family just posted via Facebook...not bothering to call. It was a bad day. I have a lot going on in my life right now that is really bringing me down. Work sucks. Personal life sucks. My relationship with my kids sucks because my work and personal life suck. My romantic life, or lack thereof, sucks. And despite ALL of that, I've tried to remain positive, and start each and everyday on a positive note. And its backfired. The past 3 days has been incredibly hard. I've spent most of them crying, feeling defeated, let down, and alone. My phone has rung exactly once. My mom. My mom who has lung cancer and can hardly speak. My mom who gets exhausted from the shortest of conversations. My mom who is on vacation. I was at work and couldn't answer. But still she left a voicemail letting me know that she was concerned and just wanted to chat. One call.

Untitled. On Purpose.

And I went to him, so out of breath from crying that the words could hardly escape my lips. I felt as though a thousand pounds was currently resting on my eyelids, pushing them closed atop the gallons of tears streaming from them...and down my face. I just needed someone to let me cry. And he responded by telling me that I was selfish. That he had had a long day at work, and I was simply using my mothers diagnosis to try and get sympathy from him. And he couldn't have been further from the truth. And despite all of the months of affairs, and lies and meanness.... It was this one action that made me realize that this was never going to last. It was at that moment that I realized that I had loved this man far more than he ever deserved to be loved by me. By anyone. It was at that moment that I realized that out of the two people in this room...I was the 50% that wasn't selfish. I don't want to be anything more than someone else's "happy". I want to have someone who understands that sometimes a woman just has an emotion and she needs to cry it out. Not because she needs sympathy, but simply because her heart is hurting. It wasn't for sympathy. Maybe I was just testing you to see if you were worthy of my love. You weren't.

Oh, there you are.....

Tonight was laundry night.  Nothing exciting.  My mom was scheduled to have her 3rd chemo treatment today.  I was really nervous, as the last time she ended up in the hospital for a week.  I tried to call her after work, but didn't get an answer.

So as I was folding clothes, my phone rang.  The caller id said it was my moms house.  Expecting it to be my step-dad, calling to give me a chemo update, I answered with my usual "hey-low".  My moms voice, on the other end, replied with "what are you doing?"  Even as I typed that, I could hear my moms voice in my head.  I lost my breath for a moment.

Back in January, my mom started losing her voice.  It was her first "outside" symptom.  The first one I noticed.  You don't realize how comforting someones voice is, until it isn't there.  I've blogged before about how I would give anything to hear her voice just one more time.  You can read that entry here: You will never get it...

I've been thinking a lot lately, about things my mom has said to me over the years, that I would give my right arm to hear again, in her voice.  Her calling me "toots".  Her saying orange, only pronouncing it "oinge".  Her saying "Hi, this is Jackie.  Greg and I aren't home right now.  If you want to leave a message....do it now".

And today, when she said "what are you doing?", I got a little glimpse of that.  I know she needs to rest.  I know she hasn't had a voice in a LONG time, and it probably exhausted her to speak even a little, so I couldn't bring myself to ask her to say all of the things I wanted to hear her say just one more time.  But you can be assured, I DID tell her to hurry up and re-record that answering machine greeting!


And just as a quick treatment update, they didn't do chemo today.  They instead chose to drain the fluid out of her lung.  She said they got about 2 mason jars full of fluid out.  Unfortunately, the woman that did it was NOT very nice, and caused my mom a LOT of pain.  But the rest of her day went very well, and she sounded AMAZING!

Mom, if you happen to be reading this, I'm serious....fix the damn answering machine!

You will never get it...

My brother, Cameron, and I, have had several conversations over the past few months about our moms cancer diagnosis.  We've come to the conclusion that, to be quite frank, it just fucking pisses us off.  We seem to be stuck in the "anger" stage of this diagnosis, and I guess that is sort of a mixed blessing.  Yes, it makes us lash out at innocent people, but it also keeps us from walking around in tears all day.  Now we are only in tears half of the day.

We don't know how much time we will get to have with mom.  Will it be 8 months, 2 years, 5 years?  We just don't know.  But the truth of it is, even if it were 60 more years, it wouldn't be enough.  We are selfish.  We want our mom to be there for our phone calls every day for the rest of our lives.  And she won't be.  And that is a sad reality of not just this diagnosis, but with aging in general.

And then there is the anger over words from those just trying to be supportive.  I've been on the other end of this situation, when someone I care about has a loved one diagnosed.  I know that you just don't know what to say.  And that is where it becomes very important to choose your words very carefully.  I've gotten everything from "My dad had that same exact diagnosis.  Dead in 6 months.  Get ready now" to "I know exactly what you are going through".

I'm not even going to touch the first one. She doesn't deserve anymore room in this blog than she has already taken.  The second one, that is a touchy one.  Because, to be honest, you don't.  Ok, your mom was diagnosed with cancer.  I get that, and I am SO sorry that you had to experience that.  But...YOUR mom wasn't MY mom!  YOUR relationship with YOUR mom wasn't anything like MY relationship with MY mom.  Yes, you hurt.  I hurt.  Many people have been hurt by a cancer diagnosis.  But you really don't understand. Just like I won't ever understand just what it was that you went through. Please, just don't say this to us anymore, because, while we know you mean well, it just makes us more sad, more angry, and it makes us feel more alone in all of this.  Please just simply say that you are sorry, if you are.



A few months back, towards the beginning of the year, I began to have a feeling that there was something seriously wrong, medically, with my mom.  At that point, I don't know that she had even been to a doctor yet.  I was having a bad day, and just wanted to call my mom.  I knew she wasn't home, but one of the first symptoms I noticed with my mom was that she lost her voice. And I was beginning to forget what my moms voice actually sounded like.  I just wanted to hear her voice on the answering machine.  My moms answering machine has had the same message on it for as long as I can remember.  Probably 15 years, at least.  My mom, in her chipper voice, saying "Hi, this is Jackie.  Greg and I aren't home right now.  If you want to leave a message....do it now".  And I can always remember thinking to myself, "I really need to have them change that, so she isn't telling people she isn't home."

And the machine picked up, and it wasn't my mom.  It was my step-dad, in a newly recorded message.
And I cried.  I'd give anything to have that greeting back.  To hear my mom telling me, dangerously, that she isn't home, and the whole world is now welcome to come rob them blind.  And she will probably never have her voice back the way it was, and I will probably never get that chance to hear that message again.  And even something little like that, pisses me off.

Things I've learned since "the diagnosis".

This past May, my mother was diagnosed with Squamous Cell Carcinoma.  They found a growth on her lung.  It was "paralyzing" her vocal chord, which led to her not having a voice.  She was having trouble breathing.  She was tired.  While going through "pre-radiation" testing, they found that it had spread to her collar bone and several locations in her brain.

She has since completed 3 weeks of radiation, 5 days a week.  She has lost her hair.  She is "wobbly".  She is still tired.  She now gets a few weeks of rest before she begins chemo.

I've learned a lot of things about myself, and the things that are surrounding me, since my mothers diagnosis.

It is possible to have 25 emotions all at once.  I have cried.  A lot.  I have been angry.  A lot. I've hated God, I've hated life, I've hated her doctors for not catching this sooner and fixing her while there was still more time.  I've hated everyone, and every thing.  I have felt sorry for myself.  A lot. I have attacked those around me, and complete strangers.  I have emotions, and I don't know how to deal with them.  But I'm told this is "normal" post-diagnosis.

I've learned that people, and their drama, and their lies, are not going to be a part of my life anymore.  I don't want it.

I've learned that there are people in my life that pull me down.  People that no longer need to be a part of my life.  And I've learned that since letting them go, I don't miss them.  I feel a sense of relief.

I've learned that no matter how bad you think you have it, there is always someone with itty bitty problems that are going to try and compare to you, just so they can feel like they need more attention.  It's not worth it.

I've learned that no matter how bad you think you have it, be thankful, because there actually ARE people who have it much worse than you do.

I've learned to cherish every single moment, of every single day, with your loved ones, even if it's just over the phone....because you don't know when it will be the last time.  As cliche' as it is, it's the truth.

I've learned that I don't know how I will go through this life without my mother, and I don't think I should have to.  I've become bitter at people that have perfectly healthy mothers, because it's not fair that they get theirs, and I don't get mine.

I've learned that there are things I will never understand.  Why is my mother, a woman who has not done anything wrong, now given a death sentence, when so many people that don't deserve to be here live on, healthy and carefree?

I've learned that there are people in my life who care.  Friends, family, and even an occasional stranger.  I've learned that the people who deserve to be in my life have stood by me through this bizarre wave of emotions and reactions, and not judged, but simply just held me, in person, or over the phone.

I've learned that I am the luckiest person in the world, because I have the worlds most amazing mother.  She is the strongest person I have ever met.  Through all of this diagnosis, treatment, illness, vomiting, exhaustion, breathing trouble, hair loss....she has kept positive and fought on.

And I have learned that I am not the person I want my mom to know me as when her day comes.  There are many things that I wanted to accomplish in my life, and they haven't been done yet.  I don't know how much time I will have to make those things happen, to make my mom proud.  But I do know that when something like this happens in your life, it is a giant wake up call. You learn a lot of things about yourself very quickly.  The things you thought were important in your life, no longer are.  You have an entirely new set of priorities, needs and desires.

And you learn what true love is.  You learn what true compassion is. You learn what life, family and true friendship is, and you cherish it.

Ok, that will be enough now....

When is enough, enough?  I'm pretty convinced that I don't want to know the answer to that.  Or, perhaps, I've found it already.

What a stressful few weeks we've had in this family.  I'm not even brave enough for the "what else can happen?" question, because life has gotten pretty good at showing you that it can, indeed, put you in your place.

 We have had some pretty nasty issues with Kensie at school, leading to her being depressed, due to bullying.  A classmate recently committed suicide for the same reason.  I won't dwell on that, just know that it is a horrible thing, and these parents REALLY should be held accountable.  If you are a parent, even if you don't think they are involved in such behavior, PLEASE talk to your children about the affects of bullying.

I haven't mentioned this yet, but recently my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer.  She has a tumor about the size of the end of a finger, and it has caused one of her lungs to "fold over" on itself.  It's cutting off her breathing, and pushing up against her vocal cords, causing her to not be able to breathe or talk.  While I suspected it was a diagnoses that was coming, it still was a shock.  She was supposed to start radiation treatment last Friday.  She went in for her testing and prep on Thursday.  When she arrived Friday, they informed her they had found more cancer.  There is one spot on her collar bone, and 4 (Or 5, I don't remember which) in her brain.

shock.

speechless.

crushed.

scared.

Mom says the doctors are confident that they can treat it with the radiation.  Followed by chemo.  I wasn't prepared for this.  Then again, is anyone ever prepared for this?  We just have to take one day at a time, pray and hope for the best, and be confident that she is in very good hands.  We have never been through something like this, I have no idea what to expect....so I pray for the best.


 Right now, most things are just a haze, and I can't even imagine what is going through my mothers mind.  I was lucky to spend most of the day with her, my step-father, and brother, yesterday, just hanging out.
Today, Jei left town for 3 weeks of work training. :( My best friend is on vacation for the next week. :( She has done an awesome job of checking up on us.  I miss her like crazy, but being that we live 1.5 hours apart, I miss her like crazy every day.

The next few months will be difficult, I am sure, but I am surrounded by people who are a great support system, and I am blessed in that.

Please keep my mom in your thoughts and prayers.

YAY FOR KAYAK SEASON!

This past winter, we bought new kayaks.  I LOVE to kayak about as much as I love to geocache, or camp. We have been itching to get out on the water, but weather and work schedule have prevented it.  Yesterday both of those aligned, and we were able to get the yaks wet for the first time ever.

It was a perfect day.  It was SO good to be out on the water again, enjoying nature, and the company.  It was so completely relaxing.  It was the exact thing I needed....to clear my head for awhile.

There has been a LOT going on in my personal life here lately.  My mother has been pretty sick, and that has been very scary for me.  I don't like seeing her this way.  She isn't mom when she is sick.  I just keep praying she gets better soon, and that the oncologist has the answer.

I've also been dealing with my youngest daughter being severely bullied at school, and her depression from it.  It saddens me just how mean and hurtful some people can be, just because it brings them pleasure.  I can't imagine being a child in school these days.  It's hard enough to deal with bullying as an adult, but these poor kids. Just yesterday, a 13 year old one town over shot him self outside of his old school.  A classmate of my daughters over-dosed 2 weeks ago.  It seems every day another child is taking their life because of bullying.  It angers me, greatly, and I really feel like it's time the schools and parents were held accountable for not protecting these victims.  I know I personally have talked to the school several times about my daughters situation, and it seems nothing is being done, because it still continues.  My saving grace, there. are only 6 days of school left.

Aside from work, and the stuff mentioned, there isn't really a whole lot going on, other than I've been going to the gym with my friend, Sabrina.  I've really been enjoying that.  I also had my first camping trip of the year, last weekend, and it was AWESOME!  Some friends of mine recently bought property along a river, and it was the perfect place for many of us to gather for the extended weekend.  It was SO nice to not have any agenda, and just enjoy the time together.

Hope everyone is well....