Tag: journal
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Life Is Bitter Sweet-Holding The Family Together-I’m So Crazy About Him
I’ve been pushing off this trip for awhile. For many reasons. For one, my Mormor is ancient and extremely exhausting to manage. I love her to death but she’s like a three year old. For two, last time I went to grandpa’s, mom was with us. It was going to be different. I’ve learned while…
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The Scary Truth- What Cancer Really Looks Like-I Don’t Recognize Mom Anymore
Mom’s Cancer Story- Sunday, February 19th, 2023 In one month, mom’s brain tumor doubled in size. She thought her son’s name was September, seventeen, or cereal. She stared at the cash in her hands not knowing how to pay for lunch. Dad called her and all she said was gibberish and then told him she…
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Friends That Rip Your Heart Out-Mean Girls-Growing Pains
I went to get my boyfriend Chick-F-La on Friday and ran into some old friends. I was so surprised and happy to see them. We used to see each other nearly every day since middle school. Our mom’s would take turns carpooling us and getting us milk shakes after hard classes. Once B got her…
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Chemo and Radiation- Real Faith vs. Denial-Mom’s Cancer Story
I know this is my third cancer post in a row, frankly that’s life as of late so that’s my blogging content. Mom’s brain tumor was removed on August 18th, results came back as what we dreadfully expected: Malignant Melanoma, two words I’ve become very familiar with. Every doctor we see is full of fear,…
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Protected: The Struggle of Day Traders- Day #887
There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.
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Glow Up This Summer-Start Living Your Dream Life-NEW Glow Up Diaries Series
YES! It’s time for the long awaited glow-up series! Who’s EXCITED!? Today you start the journey to becoming the best version of yourself… Step One: Ask Yourself… Are you wondering how to create positive changes in your life? Are you truly ready to do it this time? Yes/No Do you picture your future self similarly…
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I Remember You, You Happened…Continued
I felt relieved. I felt my throat closing and my chest tightening. I felt attached and unattached. I loved him for being alive. “Is it you?” he said. I sighed with relief, “Yes it’s me. Are you alive?” “I think I am…but…I…don’t know for sure.” He said slowly. “I’m really glad you’re okay.” There was…
