Just recently I was talking to the wife of and old boyfriend from Nashville. She wanted some advice on how to start a web business so I told her. Her husband and I dated for a little while and although we had soooo much in common and had a great time together I just didn't feel romantically attracted to him. He was so good to me too. Every time he came over to pick me up he brought flowers. I really enjoyed spending time with him so I finally had to do something I only did that one time. I broke it off because I wanted him to find someone who loved him as much as he loved me. My heart was already taken. I email him now and then to see what he's up to. He emailed me about a year and a half ago and I told him about my brain tumor and pointed him to this website for more info. I didn't hear back. I thought maybe he didn't get the email and tried to remember to follow up but never got around to it. In talking to his wife she asked me about my health. I said "so far so good". I get periodic MRI's and everything still looks good. She then apologized that he never replied and said that they read a few posts, looked at the pictures as he laid on their bed and bawled. She said he was quite affected and saddened and when he gets like that he turns inward and that is why I never heard back.
I was really taken aback to hear that. I don't think I really realized until then how deeply my "illness" affected my friends and family. My good friend Debby was all but absent during the surgery and radiation and when I asked her why she wasn't there for me she said, "what? I wasn't? You were all I thought about." Other friends have said they read this website but I had no idea because they never posted or emailed. Jenn had said she read a whole book about how people react to friends in trouble. Some are "emergency" friends, others are consistent, and some hide away until they know everything is going to be alright. I just didn't think there were so many of the latter.
It's been 2.5 years now and I try hard to forget about it but it's always in the back of my mind. I started thinking that maybe that's why I keep myself so busy: so it can't come to the forefront. I fill my mind with trivial things, goals to reach, people to take care of and I leave very little time for myself. Why? Maybe to forget that I'm me and I had a cancerous brain tumor that is likely to return. I used to wash my hair everyday and now I wash it once every 4 days because when I do it is a stark reminder of the experience with the groove in the head from the surgery and the frizzy patch of hair that resulted from the radiation. I have to spend 15+ extra minutes straightening it to get it back to the way it used to be. My mom says everyone has to do something to their hair after they wash it but I used to be able to let it air dry and now I can't. Though it is such a little thing it is a big reminder.
Irie and Quinn are doing great. We recently got a rooster (who wakes us up at the crack of dawn... he's going to taste great!) and shortly thereafter Quinn asked me to make him a rooster costume. I'll post pics. In the passed couple of days Irie has been able to sit up for long periods and got the hang of the walker. She is extra adorable when walking with a huge smile on her face obviously thrilled with her newly discovered mobility.
I'm getting our kitchen together one cabinet at a time. Tonight we are going to pick up more. This passed Sunday on Father's Day we invited the Egan's and Holly over for breakfast. We have a TON of eggs - about 12 a day. We can only eat at most 10 a day, and usually do about 8. That means we have been giving quite a few away. I don't really understand the reason, but Mike recently ordered 25 more chicks.
Hip Klips are doing well. My friend, Gwenn, did a little article on me in a local free magazine. We picked up a new rep because of it who already sold 6 orders since last week! We've put in the biggest order to date with our supplier and tomorrow we're meeting with some guys about a commercial. Alli's going to a tradeshow in Ft. Lauderdale in August. It's unlikely that I'll be able to go since she'll be gone a week and Irie is still nursing.
Jesus started renting our Pittsville house along with another couple. A few days ago Jesus got picked up by immigration and now he's in jail. It is likely that he will be deported. I don't know what will happen with the other renters.
Ok - time to go now.
Folks. Because I care about each of you, PLEASE either rent "A Crude Awakening" from Netflix NOW, or go here and read all about something called "Peak Oil". This is not some crazy ranting; it's not some silly Y2K fear; it's not some wacko leftist theory; it's real. It's unimaginably far reaching effects will eventually lead to another great depression and I fear the dominoes are starting to fall. If nothing else just humor me, OK? I'll wait.
Summer at the Farm
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