Walking Through the Past - or Stupid Shit I Believed

Dealing with cancer gives you the opportunity to walk down memory lane, perhaps more than any one person would want to.  It can make you remember some of the oddest things, and make you say, "Huh, maybe that has a bit to do with how I am".

Now, I am not going to get into the "feel sorry for me"  or the "abused" story.  Life was not easy for my brothers or sisters, nor myself.  But that is past, and I have come to terms, a sort of peace if you will.  My parents did the best they could considering their lives, I determined to do better and end cycles.  Now I understand where some of my issues came from.  I have  no problems speaking about my past, but it is a different conversation.

BUT you know the stupid shit we were told, that some of us believed, now that is another story!!  So is the stupid shit we did.

I have not a clue what made me think of some of this, maybe part of it is trying to find the family tree.  It is spider webbing out in a couple of directions, but as far as my father's family, it is stagnant.

OK, I freely admit my parents were "older" (Dad 55 and mom 35) and raised with different values, hence, I have had some values I needed to re-learn over the years.  Trust me it has taken years for some.

What am I talking about?  How about that old saying "A woman's place is in the home."  Yeah, I was raised with that one.  Seriously.  I learned to cook really young.  I remember being 5 and scrambling eggs. I still have issues with eggs to this day.  They have to be just about "perfect" (my idea of perfect" before I can eat them.  A little brown on them?  NOPE.  A little bit of the egg white kind of jelly like slime?  ABSOLUTELY NOT!  Brown on an over medium egg?  NO.  Over hard?  Nope.  Over medium if you please, not a speck of brown on the edges, yolk perfect for dunking, and absolutely no snotty white.

I learned to cook, and to clean.  Do laundry.  I learned how to iron clothing, and how to not put too much starch.  I was being raised to be little Suzy Homemaker.  Never could get the hang of gardening though.  But in my defense, when my mom thought learning how to grow vegetables was a good thing, I had no interest.  To be honest, neither did she.  They just opened Neff Pool, a public pool for the neighborhood.  I'd rather be in the water in the summer.  Thank you very much!

So getting back to the "woman's place is in the home" thing.  My parents didn't believe that an education was all that important.  In elementary school, I wasn't allowed to do homework.  That was fine by me, I hated it.  All the teachers were really old, older than I am now, and one of them farted lots.  I remember her being bent over helping one student her butt all near this kid's face and she let one go.  He threw up.

I was a Tom Boy.  I climbed trees, rode my "English Racer" bike at top speed trying to stand on the handle bars (yeah, that didn't work out too well, but it didn't stop me either).  I wanted to play base ball with the boys.  I collected baseball cards.  My dad would show me things in the car engine.  But all that time I was still learning the how to be a good housewife stuff. Hell, my Dad taught me to fight.  I was to defend my younger sister and brother, and if  I was in a fight - I better damn well have won.

In Junior High, Margaret Spellacy, the dress code changed.  (Yes there was a dress code, and girls could not wear pants at all.  Only dresses and skirts)  Girls were allowed to wear JEANS!!  Can you say HEAVEN?  Dress shirts, but jeans!!!!

From that day forward, I wore only jeans.  Until one day in high school, my mom threw out all my jeans.  I needed to start acting like a "lady" and dress that way.  (Don't worry, I ended up with jeans again)

Back on track, no being encouraged for college was not on the table.  Hell, it was a HUGE deal I graduated high school!  I was encouraged to become a "legal" secretary.  Why the hell a legal secretary I have no idea, I wanted nothing to do with law. You do remember that "Tom Boy" thing?  Never really grew out of it.  Parents couldn't beat it out of me either - I mean come on really?  Remember the teaching me to fight?

I was encouraged to do, become a secretary.  At the ripe old age of 17 I was entering the work force as a secretary.  Do your job, get your boss's coffee, don't complain, meet your husband, stop working when you have a baby, and have another baby.  Let's just say I was very conflicted.

I always had a problem with that coffee thing. But here is what I was ALWAYS told:

"SECRETARIES SHOULD LOOK LIKE LADIES.  LOOK LIKE  MODELS.  WEAR MAKEUP ALL THE TIME.  NEVER WEAR PANTS, DRESSES AND SKIRTS." Oh yeah, I didn't swear around my parents.  But...….

Do you know what kind of crap that is?  I actually did that too!  Perfect make up every day.  I did that crap for years.  Hell, I worked at a place where if a female had short hair she wouldn't get promoted.  When I bought work clothes they were always business dressy. Neat, simple lines.  Looked good.

God I can see me as a 17 year old in my first couple of jobs.  Naïve as all get out too, seriously you can be naïve and have common sense, or at least there were time I did.  I got fired from a job because I laughed and joked with the installers.  Never mind it was in front of everyone.  Nothing inappropriate either.  But I have had jobs where I was made uncomfortable because of the double standard of behavior.  My answer?  Quit without notice as soon as you find another job, or just quit.  Then damage the car and not get caught.

If I had encouragement to go to college out of high school, would I have?  Probably.  Did I know what I wanted out of life?  Hell to the no.  What 17 year old does.  Oh, and the only reason I waited till I was 17 to graduate was if I had graduated at 16 I would have needed a work permit and could only work part time.  Besides, who the hell would higher a 16 year old for a job with benefits?

If I could change things would I?  ABSOLUTELY NOT!!  All that has happened to me in the past, the good, the bad, the horrid made me who I am.  All the stuff that made those scars I wear so proudly made me.

It has been a long road to get to who I am today, and I really actually like myself.  In fact I love myself.  You have to be able to love yourself and value yourself before you can truly love and value others.  Oh, and that includes having cancer.  I would not change having it.  It truly has been a double edged sword.

On one hand it has taught me I am stronger than I know.  I have more friends than I realized.  That my children love me, even when I was broken they loved me.  It has also taught me I cannot go through this alone.  I need you all.  I am grateful for you all.

The other hand, it has shown my weakness.  I have a hard time with that.  It has shown me I cannot always be strong for everyone.  I cannot always hold my head up and fight or jump on the white charger and save the world.  Which I have a hard time with.  Such a hard time I hide.  I withdraw.  I am learning not to be such a ninny, but it will take work.



So what stupid shit were you told?  What did you believe?  Would you change it?

Musings, this that and da other thing

Jasmine, Jim, me

Had a CT scan, two weeks ago?  Maybe less.  Probably less, I tend to forget since it seems they are a common part of my life.  Two weeks, before Mother's Day.  I saw the doctor the Friday after.

It was an interesting visit.  The staff is all excited about me being able to do the Epic Experiences camp in Colorado ?

Plain and simple.  No.

I fell in love with the Rocky Mountains thanks to John Denver's music. There is just something about Rocky Mountain High that connected with me.  Just like his song Calypso.

Now  here is the strange part. I fell in love with John Denver's music because of a 1972 movie.  Sunshine.  A story of a young woman, who ended up with cancer in her leg (not sure if it is the right of left but if it was the left - we are getting in a really "cosmic" area".)  She started chemo, but didn't like what it did to her.  She wouldn't let them amputate, so she made her choice of death. Her husband, musician sang the music.

Now on to the discussion with Doctor Vaughn on Friday.  We were talking normal stuff, energy level, side effects.  How I feel otherwise.  He told me that I keep surprising him.  That is a really good thing.  He expected me to be on hospice care now.

Jasmine, me, Liz

That made me start thinking.  Maybe wanting to try to squeeze as much living in the time I have is helping?  Although I freely admit, I didn't do one damn adventure during the winter.  I hate being cold.  But if I am still around this coming winter and I have the means I will change that.  Maybe the girls and I can drive the south if I can afford it, and my 2004 Malibu is willing.  (Everyone post a number in comments, I will play them.  I have my monthly $3 for a lottery ticket waiting!)

I guess this whole thing is pretty damn serious.  I mean,  he really thought I would be in hospice!!  I would be dying, letting go of the hold I have on this life.  Maybe he thought the side effects would have beaten me to the point I would say enough.

It hasn't, but we are changing my chemo schedule to every 6 weeks, and those treatment will be around my bucket list schedule.  Seriously, he feels the same as I do.  I may as well enjoy as much as life as I can while I can.  Besides, all the chemo is for is to try to slow it down so I can enjoy it when I feel good.

Last May?  June?  July?  His best guess was 12 to 18 months.  Well that would leave 6 give or take, and considering he thought I'd be in hospice currently I think he actually thought less.

Currently my updated expiration is <12 months.  I'll take it.  I am looking at it as I have at least another 12 months to be the bane of everyone's existence. Maybe a bit longer if I play my cards right.
I choose to look at it this way, the best I can do is get more than 12 months.  The worst is anything less than 6.  I am shooting for more.

Besides, it is his best guess, and it seems I have proven  him wrong.

Liz, me, Jasmine