Depression

Depression isn't something that only cancer patients suffer from.  Anyone can suffer from it.  It is one emotion that cancer patients share with everyone.  This is my whine about my depression.  Yes, I am working on a whiny post about how crappy I feel.  You may want to bail now.

This may be depressing or even make you angry.  But that is OK, because it gets a reaction from you.

If you know someone who suffers from depression either openly or silently, let them know you are there.  It can make a huge difference.

I am depressed.  Very depressed.  Normally I try to hide it and put on that brave face like nothing is wrong and nothing can stop me.  When I am around people I have a little switch that I can flip that puts the façade of everything is great.

Cancer is physically and emotionally exhausting.  So is life to be honest.

I am at that Stage IV of the four emotional stages of terminal cancer.  Actually it isn't just terminal cancer that depresses me.  Life in general is depressing, but the cancer is the main reason, well one of two  main reasons I feel this way.

I am tired of the hurry up and wait routine of cancer.  I think I have said that before.  Hurry up, set up the appointment for the doctor, now wait for the appointment.  Hurry up and set up the appointment for the scan, now wait for the scan, then wait for the doctor to read it.  Hurry up and wait.  Then you get the results and it is either hurry up and wait nothing has changed or hurry up and figure out what is next because it spread.  Hurry up and wait, don't plan anything because this can screw up the best laid plans.  Or you go and plan or try to plan around the appointments or the unknown.

Hurry up and wait.  Hurry up and wait.  I am tired of hurry up and wait.

I am tired of being on disability.  I am tired of being worried about making sure I can keep Medicare, I am tired of not working.

I want to work.  I need a job.  I need one that pays what I get on disability and has good health insurance.  Yeah, the health insurance is a biggie in the hurry up and wait game.  Yes, I want off of disability and I want to work.  But finding that job that pays, has insurance and is willing to deal with the cancer issue is a rarity.  Yes, discrimination is illegal.  But that doesn't mean it doesn't happen and proving it is next to impossible.

I am tired of feeling alone.  I need people and friends.  Folks to hang out with and talk to.  Someone that comes over just to BS.  The connection of someone being there. I feel like my life is a drift in between the times that there are doctor's appointments, scans and the next job application.  Like I am this little boat in an ocean just drifting with no where to anchor.

This isn't my best writing.  I didn't expect it to be, but it is truth about how I feel, and I am sure there are others out there that feel the same way.

I am so tired of drifting and feeling lost and alone.  I am so tired of feeling depressed.  I am so tired of cancer and all the bullshit that goes with it.  I am so tired of feeling worthless, that I have to depend on everyone if I get sick.  I am so tired of feeling like if something happens I let people down, I am so tired of this whole cancer thing.  I am so tired of feeling like a drain on my family and friends.  LIke I always need them to be here an around me to make me feel better.  I am so tired of being the strong one.  I am so tired or feeling tired.  I am so tired of the lack of taste and having to take meds every day.

I am just so tired.  And I am sure there are others that feel the same way as I do.

I need to go back to school or something.  Free.  Yeah, that is the killer.  Anyone know of a good search for grants for old, dying people who need to get a job?

I am tired of feeling worthless, like a drain on everyone.

Yeah, I'm depressed, but I am trying to be honest about it.

For the Want of a Card

This post will be rambling.  I'll warn you.  My thoughts on it aren't organized and that feeling of have to get it down isn't there.  But maybe I will be able to get it going.

First, the title is fitting.  Back in October I was going through a real rough patch.  Feeling kind of crappy, health insurance worries, and the car needing a transmission.

Well one day I decided that I was going to celebrate Christmas, 2019 as my First Christmas past my Expiration Date.  Now the question you ask is how did I want to celebrate?  Cards.  Cards from everywhere.  So I did this post on Jean's Bucket List on Facebook and explained what I was thinking and hoping for.  It was shared over 38 times, which made me happy.  I got Halloween and Thanksgiving cards, about 40 of them.  I was hoping to get enough to fill the banisters  and the cards would be the decorations.

The cards would come in maybe four or five in a week.  But as of December 13 (I'll explain in a bit why I remember that date) only about 1/4 of it was filled.  So my big sister Carol, being the way she is thought I should have more cards, so she sent a link to my post to WJLA news here in Northern Virginia.   December 13 Caroline Patrickis from WJLA contacted me (by the way if you know her congratulate her!  She's engaged!!)  She came out and we sat and talked for about an hour, maybe a little more.  Later on the 6:30 PM news they ran a segment.

Mind you I wasn't overly concerned about it, I was more focused on the fact my son gave me a ticket to come visit he and Liz in New Orleans - which was only a few days away.

Saturday, was a rough day for me.  Felt out of kilter, and slightly depressed.  I walked down to the mail box and opened it.  What was in it caused me to jump.  Someone left me Gerber Daisies.  I love them, their color is so bright!  There were a few cards too.

Monday when I got the mail there were two big bundles stuffed in the mail box.  Around 380 pieces of it.  I was s
o shocked.  So I got them open, and got to work hanging.  I still felt a little off, so I took a nap, I was dreaming about BBQ.  I wanted BBQ. 

Next thing I know Mission BBQ is knocking at my door with food!!  I know I had a dumb look on my face.  All I could think of was I some how ordered BBQ in my sleep.  The young lady told me, no it was a gift from the Mission BBQ on Garrisonvile Road.  I was able to eat BBQ for dinner that night, lunch and dinner the next two days!!  The post office also showed up, again, this time with two trays of cards.

I was totally floored.  Then I started noticing where they were coming from, all over Virginia and Maryland, and neighboring states.

Tuesday and Wednesday deliveries were repeats of Monday, not a bundle, but two and three trays or totes of mail.  All I could think was I wouldn't be able to get all of this mail open before I left on Thursday morning!  I had to stay on task, get the house together, make sure the babysitter (THANK YOU SO MUCH FAYE!! My babies are my two dogs) get the cards opened and hung.

Wednesday, I was literally counting the minutes left because of everything.  Then around 6:30 PM people started showing up in the front yard.  Around 70 of them!!  All of them were there to sing me Christmas Carols!  Then the Fire Department showed up with a truck and an ambulance, bringing Santa to see me!!  I felt like crying I was so touched, happy, amazed that all these people did this for me, someone they don't know.  Someone who has been hiding the past year plus.  I kept telling myself I can't cry because I cry really ugly.  But I really wanted to.

People were stopping by randomly Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.  Bringing cards, candy, cookies. I just couldn't fathom people doing this for me.

Then I left to visit my son.  I was getting daily updates on the mail situation, and it was in full swing.  By the time I got home there were 18 trays of cards in the office, and the day I got home they brought me three more.  I stopped counting at 25 trays and tubs, because they were coming and going.  Think of it 25 trays with an average of 300 cards per tray, that is 7500, seven thousand five hundred cards and packages!

To say I was overwhelmed would put it very lightly.  I have gotten cards from Thailand, Taiwan, England, Kenya, Scotland, Ireland, Norway, Finland, Switzerland, Germany, France, Italy, Korea, New Zealand, Australia, Sweden, Ukraine, Cech Republic, Egypt, Spain, Hong Kong,  and even ANTARCTICA!! Plus every state in the United States.

People took the time to share memories with me.  One gentleman wrote about being at Wrigley's Field.  He wrote it so well that you could almost smell the hot dogs.  Another lady took me on her first tandem jump from an airplane.  One person said they didn't have a special place now, but remember how much love and security they always felt at their Grandparents home.  Many people love the beach for the calming effects of the ocean, just as many love the mountains.  One little boy said his favorite place is the soccer field because he loves to play.  A little girl said her favorite place is with her family.

It amazed me in this time how many people said that their special place wasn't anywhere in particular, but it was their family and the memories they are building and sharing.

People thanked me for sharing my story which gave them the chance to slow down and walk memory lane.  Oh, the memories people shared!

One gentleman, who is very well traveled by reading his adventures said his most favorite place of all is his home.  No matter where he has traveled or the wonders he saw, home is the best place of all.

This is one Christmas that will always forever be in my memory.  The world gave me an experience I will never forget.  I am humbled and so very grateful.

The thing I am most grateful for is people that don't know me, shared a part of their lives, their memories with me.  They opened their hearts.

This has given me hope for humanity.

The Interview  well part of it.  It shows the Caroling.  If anyone has links to the interview or the stories on the Freelance post them in comments.  Please.

The Holidays and Cancer

I hope this finds everyone healthy, happy, and looking forward to celebrating with family and friends.

This Christmas is my first Christmas past my "expiration" date or hospice date of  December, 2018.

Actually I am calling it my "first" Christmas.  On a Facebook post in the group "Jean's Bucket List", I posted that I wanted cards to celebrate.  It has been shared 145 times the last time I looked.  Not bad for a no body.

To be honest, I was hoping the cards would come in and help boost my spirit.  I won't lie, this is a weird way to celebrate a holiday.  The first one past when I was expected to be dead?

I find myself on an emotional rollercoaster.  And no where on this trip is the holiday spirit showing its merry little head.

Bailey

I'm somewhere in Stage IV, bordering on Stage III in the emotional department. The Four Emotional Stages of Terminal Cancer.

I'm grateful I am still here, but I also feel guilty I am still here.  So many that had cancer are not.  Why am I?  I keep saying I am still here because I need to be a pain in the butt for my son and daughter.  Which, I pray I am not.

People keep asking me what I am going to do for the holidays.  The week before I will be able to spend time with my son, still working on a way to see my daughter, schedules interfere.  On the day itself?  December 25th?  I will be home with my two dogs. There is a maybe of meeting a friend for dinner, she's spending the day with her dog too.

I have a good life. Not every exciting, but I have a roof over my head (thanks to my son), and loveable 

Sasha

dogs (again, thanks to my son :D ).  Just in case you don't know, I have two rescue dogs.  I don't go anywhere if I can't take them or have someone I trust come babysit for them.  Sasha, the 10 year old is a nervous nelly.  She is scared of loud noises.  The training from the base has her hiding in the closet.  Bailey the 9 year old is the one who could care less, so she always is there with her, watching over her.

Huh, right now I feel better, so I am off to vacuum and do some laundry.