Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Omega 3's.

This week is a week of (temporary) lasts:

Last time I can sing: there's too much literal pressure
But the good thing is-Tim and my brothers will be waiting in the wings to record and to jam, respectively (clearly Tim will join in the jams; I just enjoy using the word "respectively")

Last time I can shower: for safety reasons, a "baths only" policy will be in place
But the good thing is-effervescence in my parents' whirlpool tub is not too shabby

Last time I will fear this surgery.
But the good thing is-it will all be over soon.

I pray this will be the:
Last time this tumor will grow back
Last time I go to Roswell and hear bad news
Last time I have to leave my students

Last time I will fear this surgery.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

lighter note: inexpensive vs. cheap.

Here is a list (a partial list) of items you should NOT skimp on:

-Q-tips: the "tips" aren't fluffy enough and are indistinguishable from the hard, plastic stick that separates them. So basically they're just Qs.

-Tape: spend the extra 40 cents and get something that will actually stick!

-Shampoo: unless you prefer dry hair that smells like cheap air freshener.

-Air freshener: unless you prefer a cocktail of dirty flower water, Pam cooking spray, unresolved bitterness and Ivory soap (the generic kind, of course).

-Toilet paper/tissues: there's no softer side of Sears.

-Juice: when you can't distinguish the flavor, you may want to reconsider drinking it.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011


It's 3:45 AM and I am not likely to go to bed anytime soon. Today was a big day and tomorrow will be a bigger one (see previous post).

I looked through all of my facebook photo albums and I can't believe that that's me. I don't recognize myself-so (relatively) care-free. Everything was falling right into place.

Here's the timeline:

1. Birth-12th grade

2. College-the best times of my life: co-teaching with Michelle where we were food critics, pirates, mad scientists, and jesters . meeting Tim . making fun of Tim . falling in love with Tim . crying during a viewing of The Joy Luck Club . denying the tears during said viewing . hugging Gavin DeGraw . getting over Bonnie, Sally, and Iris (my former cars-may they rest in peace) . designing opposite names instead of focusing on design190 homework . finding a second home in JavaU . spray painting and proudly wearing a pink hat during graduation while sandwiched between Mishie and Darin. oh yeah, and working my butt off .

*Bonus: getting Lafayette Williams' autograph even though he was an uncredited extra in the worst movie ever made (The New World) and waving to him on campus

3. Employment- Landing a teaching job in WNY is a miracle. There is nothing college could have done to prepare me; this required so much more work than I could have imagined. It was worth it. My first class will always be my babies.

4. Engagement-best proposal ever, photos, planning, making a ton of things, more planning, and then making some more things, all the while enjoying the photos

5. Wedding-everything came together perfectly. It couldn't have been better.

((Here's where everything above becomes a blur))
6. 3 months later-1st seizure, several more, diagnosis, surgery, hope for a speedy recovery, disillusionment

7. the next 4 months-unidentified seizures, extreme fatigue, medication side-effects, visits from baby Gia, homemade food

8.the next 3 months-fatigue, migraines, pockets of normal energy and jam sessions

9. A month later (now we're in September)-elated to return to work, setting up my classroom, loving 1st grade, blessed with absolutely wonderful aides

10. The next 3 months-seizures become out of control and start to happen daily. Going to two different neurologists plus Strong Epilepsy Center to try to get some answers. Still no answers. Advised to take a leave of absence before winter break.

11. December 29-"there is a nodule of enhancement. I'm suspicious of tumor regrowth."

12. January-testing. waiting.



"February 9, 2010." A date written on every piece of paperwork and an answer given to every doctor who asks. And they all ask. They all need to know.

Every time I glance at the right corner of my computer screen or check my cell phone I am reminded of this day. I am reminded of the events leading up to this day and, more vividly, the events that followed.

I tried to play on my guitar, but had to put it down. Every song reminded me of something. My cover of "live like you're dying"(Kris Allen) clearly was not an option. "Wonderful world" by James Morrison was also not a good option ("I know that it's a wonderful world, but I can't feel it right now. I thought that I was doing well, but I just want to cry now"). The happier songs were even worse.

I can't read because when you read, you're thinking (at least that's what I teach my first graders). I got through half of a page yesterday and started thinking about other things. And then my mind wandered. And that is not good for me.

I can't focus on professional development because my babies are in the hands of a substitute.

So it looks like the best option is to waste away time by watching movies/TV and any other mindless tasks, hoping I can become so distracted that I don't remember last year; hoping I don't think about tomorrow, my appointment at Roswell to review everything.

My really-nervous-for-my-appointment song to play on guitar/sing is "Just breathe" (Anna Nalick)-but I'm saving that one for February 10th.
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