My Cancer Story Ch. 85 “The Winter of Our Discontent”

Chapter 85: “The Winter of Our Discontent”

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Ah snowstorms, you never know how early they would strike during “fall.” Maine’s fall lasted around one to one and a half months and our winters sustained for sometimes, half a year. If you wanted to live in Maine during the winter, then endurance was the key to survival.

 

There’s something pristine about the bitterness of our winters. After this phase of death, comes a rebirth, a renewal of the beauty of nature. But winter itself is as immaculate as it is destructive. A thick silvery blanket shrouds everything in sight as if it’s coddling the world, preparing it for the coming months.

 

In this epoch of rebirth came time for Travis and me to go it alone. We wanted to break off and find a place that we could share without sharing a single room. Deirdre and I were spending more time together, and Travis and his girlfriend were still going strong, so it was important to let our surroundings foster those relationships (and ours with each other).

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My Cancer Story Ch. 84 “An Old Flame, Rekindled

Chapter 84: “An Old Flame, Rekindled”

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What a ball I was having! I was perfectly happy without a relationship & I was going to the gym more, eating healthy, and living a normal social life. But it just goes to show that when you least expect it, love comes rushing back into your life.

 

Deirdre and I had been talking a lot more at work, and during our many collective gatherings with our co-workers; we flirted more often than not. Call me completely oblivious, but yeah; I didn’t know that Deirdre was into me when we first reconnected at work in 2007 OR that night we danced the night away and I chose Veronica.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 83 “Filthy Fourths Or: How I Stopped Worrying About Relationships and Love the Sex”

Chapter 83: “Filthy Fourths Or: How I Stopped Worrying About Relationships and Love the Sex”

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The summer of 2009 was forged through the fires of my heartache. But rather than scar tissue, I was left with an inner healing. For the first time in, well, forever, I was free. After years of desperately wanting a relationship, I was wholly happy being alone. I decided instead, to focus on loving myself for the first time ever, a relationship for which I had sorely yearned. And at the same period, any remnants of a social butterfly cocoon were finally shedding, and crashing to the ground.

My place in our frequent parties had finally settled into a place of familiarity and exuberant joy. No longer was I the outlier, staying in my room during the festivities, nor was I the “sober” one desperately trying to grasp at the fibrous tendons of civility, no, I was entrenched within the essence of the collective energy. Just like everyone else. Continue reading

My Cancer Story Ch. 82 “Fort Thomas”

Chapter 82: “Fort Thomas”

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Scheduling was a bitch. Every one of us in the dish room staff was tired, fed up, and ready for a sense of normalcy. This renovation had worn itself thin; Day in, day out, we toiled away over this sweatbox, washing two hundred plus sets of dishes and hundreds more cafeteria trays in a machine built for a consumer-sized kitchen. The yearning for a creative outlet had never been so badgering.

 

And to make matters worse, all of the “input” that was requested by our bosses into the new dish room was ignored, and we began to see the errors in their new installation. Firstly, the machine was exorbitantly enormous and second, their “Three Month” construction phase was – predictably – a gross miscalculation at best and an empty promise at worst. Why was I wasting my time with this job? I initially applied to make more money, and now that I’m paying my bills down, I’m just as broke as I was before. I needed to take a hit to come out on top, and it seemed as though college was, once again, the answer.

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