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Oh boy

Oh boy, I haven’t been the best blogger lately, eh? Well, I have an excellent excuse: I had a 6 hour surgery 3 weeks ago. Stage 4 endometriosis excision surgery. They removed 2 tumors from my colon, and endo implants from my bilateral pelvic brims, bilateral pelvic and abdominal walls, bladder, ureters, liver and diaphragm…along with removing my Fallopian tubes. Yeah, it’s been quite the 3 weeks around here. I feel like shit, but less shitty than when I first got home. Your diaphragm is a muscle, so breathing was pretty painful the first 2 weeks. I imagine this might be what it feels like to be run over by a van. Just guessing.

I’m also taking 9 credits online at UMASS Boston. I know. I’m crazy. I’m way behind, but they are working with me, thank God. Today, I came down with a sore throat, headache and chills. Yay.

Tired of hearing me moan and groan? I am.

A great thing that happened this month, and also a funny thing, is that I got published again. What’s funny about it is that I have been so damn sick, I forgot all about it! I remembered TWO weeks after it came out! Ha! It’s in the American Journal of Nursing. If you’re interested, click here.

I’m hoping to feel better enough tomorrow to start catching up on my homework, but I have a feeling I’ll be plopped on the couch. Sometimes, you just gotta roll with the punches and let go of what you can’t control…something I’m working on in many areas of my life.

This post was written in response to Linda G Hill’s Stream of Social Consciousness Saturday

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Do you know about Someone’s Son?

Do you know what happened today? I became a published author! Granted, it’s just an essay in a nursing journal, but it’s kind of exciting to me. Not only because it’s validating, in regards to my writing, but because it’s a story that changed my life and I’m just full of joy it’s being shared.  Maybe, just maybe… it will change someone’s perception. That’s how we change the world…one person at a time, one story at a time, right?

I find I do my best writing when I’m being honest. Not necessarily honest about other things and other people, but about myself. When I strip down to the raw details, exposing my flaws, owning my deficits… being real… it doesn’t matter if anyone else likes it, or praises it, or praises me. All that matters is I’m being true. And I think everyone can relate to someone being honest and vulnerable, whether they agree with them or not.

My essay tells the story of a difficult nursing experience I had with an alcoholic.  Spoiler alert: I’m the asshole in the story.  If you want to check it out, you can read it in the American Journal of Nursing by clicking here.

This shameless plug of my newly published essay was written in response to Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Social Consciousness Saturday.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS September 30-17

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