What i am after ten years

After ten years, I am still wet. This empath has become even more empathic, and better so, even more empathetic. It is completely paralyzing when I am on the losing end of the battle.

My readers, mostly Cancer chicks, sat patiently with me each week like those nice psychologists do on hoarders as I picked up each item, one item at a time to sort. I have lived on to notice in every moment, the feel every last drop of life on my skin.

That never goes away. Thigh cancer also still looms in the rear view mirror, bouncing around in the back seat like an unruly kid, sticking its tongue out at me from time to time. See, we always think about and bargain with god about the fabulous things we want to live to see when we are diagnosed, but forget we will live through these hard things too.

Thanks for listening all. This is a good thing. But I am glad I lived, to hold their hands and paws, as I walked them home.

It makes you feel less cray-cray. After ten years, I have lived to reflect and realize how much people did for me in that space and time, to see not just how cancer affected me, but others. I have lived to lose the most important people in the world to me— to death, and in other intangible ways. We have a roof over our head, food on the table, and good health 6.

I wrote and wrote each week, until finally the looping stopped as I was finally, out of gas. But I have lived on these last five years to feel so beaten down at times by life— the very life I begged God to let me live. I have lived on these last five years, to feel the cognitive dissonance of recognizing how lucky you are, being juxtaposed with depression.

Not bad for a single parent. This last year, the year I was sliding into year ten, has turned out to be worse than Cancer. I am standing, fully and solidly, physically and mentally, because of him. It has been lived down to size. Statistics dictate that there is a valid need to capture a bigger picture in those first five years and that is not necessarily a bad thing.

But still, I lived through it. At that moment of my life, I know I was not thinking ten years ahead. Can you believe it? How kind people laid their bodies down to make bridges for me to walk on through cancer sewage, so that I can be here writing this. I try to take time out everyday to do something for someone else Hopefully my life, ten years from now, will look exactly the same.

Yes, I still have a perpetual colored filtered lens that makes ALL things more vibrant, but life is more normal in scope. I am glad that I lived to have my edges smoothed, and to have lived my way into laser clarity about why I am here.Mar 24,  · in ten years I will be geting out of high school and going to college to complete my four years and geting in to med school.

josh March 24, · am I would probaly be in colledge.I probally be working at mcdonalds in 10 years. After Twenty Years T. HE COP MOVED ALONG THE STREET, LOOKING. strong and important. This was the way he always moved. He was not. thinking of how he looked. There were few people on the street to see him.

It was only about ten at night, but it was cold. And there was a wind with a little rain in it. For girls only. I don't care about clothes, I've got other things to worry about.:P. The Essential Ten Years After Collection Ten Years After.

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What i am after ten years
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