My Cancer Story Ch. 95 “Getting Married”

Chapter 95: “Getting Married”

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Once we got engaged, Deirdre and I began our humble planning phase. Actually… Deirdre handled the majority of it because I was so busy with school and my projects, but still, we had open discussions about the guest list, the location, and our wedding party. We decided to keep our guest list to a minimum, all the while looking for the cheapest location we could muster. We didn’t care to have a “formal” wedding with a wedding party and all…

 

Okay, truthfully, I had wanted a minor semblance of that. I had always envisioned Shawn, Travis, and Jason in our own version of Frank the Tank’s wedding in Old School. Shawn would be the Vince Vaughn to my Will Ferrell, and it would be hilarious, and Deirdre’s and my version of “traditional.”

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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. 66 “That Time We Almost Got Arrested”

Chapter 66: “That Time We Almost Got Arrested”

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“This summer couldn’t have been more fun!” I thought the weekend that I was almost arrested for I was about to experience the most stressful NON-cancer related moment in my young life…

 

…All two days before my first days at UMaine Orono.

 

Aside from my orientation at the college, (which we’ll get to later) we spent the summer like it was cocaine-covered hundred dollar bills. We threw that shit everywhere and didn’t even think to balance a single checkbook.

 

It all began with my birthday. I made it another year. This time, I was twenty-one, the hallowed age for myriad wannabe drunk teens. Normally, those freshly minted “adults” go overboard at the bars and wind up hugging the Porcelain Gods but as a non-drinker, I just wanted to hang out with friends at my apartment. Naturally, my friends drank all the alcohol in sight on my behalf.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 64 “In With the New”

Chapter 64: “In With the New”

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“…In with the new.”

 

The phrase had never had a more prescient meaning. My time in this small valley town was nearing an end and it wasn’t the cancer that was going to take me from it; it was my own two feet.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 49 “Halloween High”

Chapter 49: “Halloween High”

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As it turns out, the plates did indeed still belong to the Cadillac. For whatever reason, Dad hadn’t changed them over. He did have the insurance though, so I knew I could at least contest that. But what about that stupid “transportation?” Ugh, this sucked more than anything has ever sucked before.

 

Instead of worrying about the impending court hearing, I tried to focus my attention on more pressing matters– My first classes of college, my camerawork, staying warm, and our upcoming Halloween Party.

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My Cancer Story Ch. 43 “A Sense of Dread”

Chapter 43: “A Sense of Dread”

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My attitude had forever been altered for the better, even as I returned to work. Sure, I still despised the job– I mean, who likes trying to get people into debt? Yet I had this sense of comfort in it all. I was alive; so the simple fact I could feel anything at all – even if it was disapproval of the company’s practices – was reassuring, to say the least.

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