Two Years of Sharing My Most Personal Details – My Cancer Story

I can’t believe it. The day that put me into overdrive has finally arrived. Today is exactly two years to the day since I began sharing My Cancer Story. I realized this day was swiftly approaching back in November of last year, and thus, I typed feverishly to finish the first draft of this autobiographical novel as fast as possible, even though this story never began as a book.Read More »

My Cancer Story Ch. 87 “Fort Thomas Fluctuation”

Chapter 87: “Fort Thomas Fluctuates”

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No, I was going to prove my life goal duality– love and a career. I didn’t survive Leukemia to settle, and I sure as shit wasn’t going to give up on either one of my passions.

 

I applied for school again, and The New England School of Communications graciously accepted my reinstatement. I knew the next two to four years would be tough, but I was planning on getting my and Travis’ cartoon show up and running.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 86 “Broken Windows, Broken Relationships”

Chapter 86: “Broken Windows, Broken Relationships”

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This apartment was a surrealist breeding ground. Who knew that Travis and I could keep an apartment together? It was refreshing to have a roommate that did their share of cleaning, dishes, and trash removal. He even got the mail– without prompt! And we used to be at each other’s throats constantly!

 

Our friends, of both the former roommates and neighbor varieties, would also frequent our apartment. I remember one night, Shawn and I had been drinking a lot and I had seen Derek (the mutual friend that landlord, Trevor, and I shared) walk up our driveway. I thought it best to moon Derek as an innocent goof. Our windows were terrible at retaining any heat and were to be replaced soon; thus, I felt the cold exterior of the elements from outside upon my bare ass.

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The Schedule of Impending Posts

Updated! See below!
For those of you who read my blog, I’m attempting to be more active during my recent spur of consistent (and welcomed) work on 9-1-1. And since, many of you readers don’t follow me on social media (rectify that here), I figured I would post an update on my upcoming content.
Here is this week’s schedule:
–Sunday, Feb. 25th, 6:00 AM EST (3:00 AM PST)- “The Whole30 Wrap-Up
–Monday, Feb. 26th, 6:00 AM EST (3:00 AM PST)- “My Cancer Story Ch. 86: ‘Broken Windows, Broken Relationships'”
–Wednesday, Feb, 28th, 6:00 AM EST (3:00 AM PST)- “My Top Ten Films of 2017”
Beyond that? Oh, so much to discuss.

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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.Read More »

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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My Cancer Story Ch. 81 “Six Months of Self-Loathing”

Chapter 81: “Six Months of Self-Loathing”

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This was a nightmare.

 

As construction began on the new dish room, we were relocated to a small section on the main floor of the kitchen in a makeshift “dish box.” There was a drain added to the flat-as-a-pancake floor beneath us, and therefore, the water just sat there. During the first week, the machine spat out gallons of water onto the floor daily, causing a mini-flood outward into the chemical/ mop bucket room.

 

Sure, that’s where our floor sink resided, but the problem was that the water flooded around the foot high walls of the sink and down onto the Emergency Department below us. Yeah, not a pretty sight.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 80 “A Reluctant Relationship”

Chapter 80: “A Reluctant Relationship”

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Veronica and I continued to flirt at the hospital after that night of dancing. We often made dirty jokes directed towards each other, and I could tell there was something there.

 

I was apprehensive at first for two reasons: she had a son, and I didn’t know if I was ready to deal with that responsibility (or if I was able to), and she was overweight. I knew how I used to be when I was obese as a teen (and technically now), and yet, I didn’t know if that meant that all overweight people were lazy, but I was trying to steer clear of that lifestyle. It was bad enough that I would occasionally smoke weed.

 

Veronica had actually come over during one of our apartment’s most egregious parties where Travis’ girlfriend ended up lying naked in front of the bathroom (and literally everyone else). Veronica and I continued to flirt then finally, after several mixed drinks, we went upstairs and hooked up.

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