How fitting is it that I called this blog small town insanity when I was living in Nova Scotia 10 years ago. 10 years what the heck, time really does fly by so fast... too fast! It’s cute that I thought I was going insane back then. Living in the sweetest cape cod house on an acreage with moose as my best friends. With absolutely no responsibilities except finding new music and watching movies. Living in a gorgeous resort town with the friendliest humans. I miss you Cape Breton. You were soooo good to me!
I am writing this blog now for myself, my mental health. I have found that running just isn’t cutting it for me anymore. Whenever I am not with my mom and don’t have any distractions I cry my face off. I never like to cry in front of people. It’s one of my weaknesses. I like to be as positive and strong (whatever that means) for my family. So when I get a minute to myself I go on backroads and cry, sometimes I scream and then quickly do the nervous look and pray no one has heard me lol. I needed another outlet. I mean alcohol would be pretty great at numbing things lol but I think that this is a much healthier option. I have always been way better at expressing myself though the written word. I have never been the most eloquent speaker and often stumble on words but when I write I can go on for hours. My grammar needs work though. See, I’m going on and on, shit! lol.
My life is now cancer. Literally filled with cancer. I think about cancer from the moment I wake up and think about it before I go to bed. This blog will basically be about cancer and my journey (I hate that word bc of the show the bachelor/bachelorette) trying to navigate through it. Glioblastoma Multiforme is slowly taking over my moms brain and it has changed my entire families life. I once told her that everything she is feeling/going through I am feeling 90 percent of it. If she is in pain I am in pain, if she is sad I am sad, when she is angry I am angry. But I still have two impressionable kids to raise so I can’t show my feelings all of the time. And of course I was not given a terminal diagnosis and I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like having a death sentence. But I do know that as my mom dies a part of me dies. She is my (handclap) every (handclap) THING! Anyone who knows us know that we share a special bond.
I am going to take a break and watch a show. Because I need me time and a little break from cancer. But I’ll probably write my next post when I am wide awake in bed in an hour. Ugh I hate sounding so melodramatic. So not me, but this is where I’m at lol
Ps thanks blog I feel so much better about my ramblings. Feels good to get them out of my head and not bore anybody with my Debbie downer attitude as of late. Fuck, I’m talking to a blog hahahahaha