Sandal Wearing Adventurist
"Life is a journey not a guided tour"
Saturday, October 05, 2024
Thanks for the support
Wednesday, October 02, 2024
Get a fing mammogram
It has been almost 10 years since I’ve opened this and penned a new page. But now I’m going to have to get back in it because I’m going to be open and honest about the future.
There is no way to sugar coat it: I HAVE BREAST CANCER. Before you start dropping questions in the comments, I’ll tell you now upfront I DON’T KNOW. I found out yesterday and am still in the process of figuring out appointments, stages, etc.
Luckily, my sisters have all fought and beat cancer of some kind so I know what’s in store and have their guidance. I’m good at having short hair and shaving it. And I have a super duper positive attitude about it. Primarily, I’m going to beat it.
Also thanks to my sisters, I’ve been getting paps since I was 16 and mammograms since my 20s. I will admit that I’ve been terrible about self exams, but I’ve always gone yearly. And this year resulted in an abnormal exam. It was quickly followed up with another mammo, ultrasound, and biopsy. And here we are.
So please women keep up with your mammograms yearly. No it isn’t fun getting them smashed, but it can save us. And men, go get them testicles tickled as well.
Until next time…pray, white light me, throw me memes and jokes, etc.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Suicide is Selfish.....
Two years ago, we flew to Dallas to hang out with family for a reunion. Uncles, cousins, in-laws, outlaws, and every one in between flew in from far reaches of the states just be together. We do it every few years in a different location. Each time, another 'sibling' puts the reunion on so it is often in a different location. And we have a blast.
We first get to be reintroduced, meet the new children and/or the new husband/wives, try to remember everyone's names, and settle down into some kind of routine. Breakfast and lunch on your own and dinner usually some planned activity. In between, we might go visit a museum, go river rafting, tour through Bass Pro, or just relax by the pool.
And after about a weekend, we've had enough of each other (not really), and we say our good-byes. Usually it is more like see you next reunion, see you in a few years, etc. And that is how it was 2 years ago when we had the reunion. However, none of us, well I can't speak for everyone, but me personally I didn't think it was the last time I would say good-bye to one. I didn't think it was the last time I would hug Josh, give him shit about something, and say good-bye. No where in a million years did I think that. I mean he had been void from facebook, but everyone disappears from time to time from there. I didn't think anything of it.
We flew back to Colorado. I will never forget where I was when I received the telephone call. I will relive that day for the rest of my life. I was at a stop light in Montrose on the way to get the morning chai when my telephone rang. Geez, I just saw my sister at the reunion what is she calling about. And then the words slipped from her lips and my world went white, black, and void. I hung up and my husband looked over at me knowing I was about to lose it, which I did. And I told him the news. Josh had left us.
Josh, my second cousin, the one I loved to give shit to about everything from smoking to get your ass studying had taken his own life. And it was then that my views of suicide collapsed. Throughout the day, I would have moments of glee knowing I had just spent a great weekend with him to moments of shear walls of tears. I of course screamed WHY WHY WHY a few times. I thought about the time I couldn't get the tv to work at his house and I posted on facebook to have one of his friends text him to call me because I couldn't figure out the system. I thought about the story of him saying that Nolan Ryan pitched to him at baseball camp (he lied, but he was little so I won't hold it against him). I remember all the great times we chatted on facebook. Yea, I look back not on this tragedy, but on the great life he lived and brought smiles to everyone's faces.
In the days following his death, I found out he had been suffering a mental illness and it was this disease that had pushed him to the brink of ending his life. Some will argue it is not a disease, but I don't give a shit what your opinion is because I know it took the life of a very young, fun loving, caring man from my life.
September is National Suicide Prevention Month. And I truly don't think a month needs to be set aside for it. Every day should be suicide prevention. If you know someone who may be suffering, whether mental illness, depression, etc. attempt to do something. And it may be that every thing you do doesn't work, but at least you will know you tried rather than looking back and saying "woulda, shoulda, coulda".
Josh, you are forever in our hearts, and I know that you walk with your family high and low every day. I know you look down upon your nieces (and will for others to come) with love and whisper stories as they sleep. You left us way too early, but will always be here. I love you!
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Where in the world is RJF?
You are my brother, not so much by blood, but by a promise I made to you over twenty years ago. That vow was that I would never step away and I would always be there. Obviously I can't be right where you are, but I've always been here for calls, texts, emails, and letters. I've always been right here. All you have to do is step up and say help.
I am not sure if you realize that anyone that's been in your life in a positive way would do the same as I would. And some of them have in so many ways. But you always slide back. But honestly, none of our help is going to change who you are unless you want to change yourself.
For those of us that have been with you from the beginning of this rocky adventure, we have watched with great hope that you are taking the right path. You were going to change. And for awhile you are the person we used to know. That caring, funny, and sincere friend we all went to school with. And then something happens. A little switch? Walking into the wrong room with the wrong people? Something happens and you run back down that dirty road.
I was there when you found the Lord Jesus Christ. Of course I'm probably one of the only person that knows really why you found the Lord Jesus Christ, but I will keep that part a secret. That was during high school when the rocky road started to get paved. Of those that were standing on the side of the road thought that possibly this would be a change in the right direction for you. And for a while it was. Off to college you went...to a 'church' college at that...but one night something happened and the world came screaming back to the dirty road.
When I could I would come see you and we would talk about the good life. When times slid to the downside, I would write or try to make a connection with you. And then you would eventually disappear for a while. Where you would go not many of us know. All I know is that you would go back down that drug induced hole and hide out for a while. And then something scary would happen to you and you would come crawling back to friends and family. And they would welcome you back with open arms because this was going to be the time you could become the person we know.
Of course that would only last for a short time before you would start those addictive tendencies and disappear on us again. You recently came back in full force and we all thought once again that you were back for good. You were going to be with us, become our friends again, laugh with us, cry with us, celebrate our birthdays, new babies, and everything else in the real world. You gave us photos from the old days and made us laugh.
And then again....gone.
I do not think you realize how many people care about you. Over these last months of your disappearance, I've received text and facebook messages asking me where you were. And all I could say is "I unfortunately have no idea". And that hurts. You don't know how much it hurts to not know where a brother and a friend is?
And I am so scared that one day I'm going to have to tell our world...you are GONE forever.
When you find the time, please make contact with us. We love you RJF.
Thursday, October 16, 2014
I survived the River
Friday, February 07, 2014
I'm going to tell you a story....
Are you aware that when I was three years old my mother died of complications due to a hysterectomy? No? Doesn't surprise me actually because I know a lot of my high school now facebook friends had no idea. Yes, a sad event. I was only three but I have memories of my mom. And I know my dad and my siblings and my surrogate mothers and society did a pretty damn good job raising me.
From the earliest time that I can remember, three years old I guess, when I was laying down to go to sleep and the lights had been turned off, I would hear footsteps outside my room. They were pacing back and forth. When I was old enough to remember, those footsteps scared the shit out of me. When I was in junior high and they would pace the hall at the condo, I came to accept it as my imagination. When I was 24, I still heard those footsteps. Years later, I would realize what those footsteps were.
Flash forward to college. I went to NAU. The first couple of years I had roommates that I went to high school with, but as I grew sick of them, I put a notice on the bulletin board and got a great one. Her name was Jennifer and she was studying some theater crap or something like that. (Jen-do you even use your degree because I know I don't). We were roommates, hung out occasionally, but mostly were roommates. I met her mom once or twice. Today, Jennifer, her mom, and I are still friends and pretty damn close ones if I had to say. We both moved to Phoenix after college, ended up in the same apartment complex (Lynwood Place), started hanging out more and developing our friendship to what it is today. Jen's mom, Dani...she became one of those surrogate moms, but it wasn't until 1997.
Flash forward to 1997. Many of you on facebook from LHC's graduating class of 1992, will remember the year. Matter of fact, I used the same phone at work to receive the news of that tragedy and my enlightenment. But 1997 wasn't just shadowed with the death of a family friend, Nikki, it was darkened by at least 6 other people who died within my large grasping circle. Only one other year has been as tragic and that was 2007. Kind of scary that those years are 10 years apart. I'm a little nervous what 2017 has in store for me. Anyway, I'm getting sidetracked, but it is all part of the story.
I am working for a private investigation firm when the administrative assistance (secretary is what we called her) told me I had a telephone call. I was in the boss's office at the time and I stepped into the hall to take it. The caller was Dani. She said "Jen gave me your number and I hope you don't mind me calling at work". Again, Dani and I were only acquainted because of Jen. ACQUAINTED. Not acquaintances, but acquainted.
I probably said something like "um, ok" thinking in my head if Jen isn't dead what the fuck do you want. So Dani continues "I have something to tell you. Are you open minded?" In head-well if I'm not are you not going to tell me? I said SURE. And then she started to speak and by the end chills were running up my spine and tingling my toes. And Dani and I are no longer acquainted, but we are the greatest of friends and she is one of my surrogate moms.
This is where some of you will get skeptical. Some of you will relate. Some of you will once again wonder how I do NOT believe in the Lord, Jesus Christ. And some of you will think what you have always thought about me...I'm screwed in the head. And you know what...this is my story so I don't give a shit what you think honestly.
So Dani continues....I was waiting for Jen to finish her eye surgery (lasik) and I was walking through this strip mall when I noticed a psychic. Now I usually go to one once a year and usually the same one. But I saw this one and felt the need to go in.
Now let me sidestep here and say I've never been a believer in psychics. But I do believe there are mediums and after reading the book The Eagle and the Rose by Rosemary Altea, I believe in them even more.
And Dani continues....so I was inquiring about a career change when the lady stops mid-sentence and says "Do you know someone named Sara" (again, remember Dani and I are acquaintances at this point). Dani answers "yes". The psychic then continues "and her mom died when she was real young?" Dani answers "yes".
Now I don't know what Dani was thinking right then, but as she was telling me the hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up.
The psychic continues...I have a message from Sara's mom for you to give to Sara. (And yes I shit my pants at this point. Ok not really, but mentally). "When Sara can't grasp the feeling she is having or what's going on around her, that is just the presence of her mom. And Sara should always know her mom is there with her". Most likely I was speechless at this time. I probably mumbled a thank you and hung up the phone.
As I laid down to sleep that night, I strained to hear those footsteps walking the hallway. I have never heard those footsteps again, but I know that my mom is sitting right next to me as I type my story.