Life After Cancer.

Helloooooooooo there! It's been a while guys. How are things? How's the parents? Children? Oh that's really good! Oh?! Well, spill the tea! Come on now!!

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Now that we have gotten a chance to check in on you, let me give you an update. So, last you guys heard, I was cancer free once again. Things since surgery has been so wild and busy I haven't had the chance to write. First I had to recover from surgery. Only a few days in bed before I was ready to go. I had secretly started lifting my nephew, Little Man (don't worry, that's not his real name), who is about thirty-five pounds. Once I was comfortable picking him up while sitting down, I started picking him up while standing. While I was doing my own physical therapy, had gotten weird bursts of energy that I haven't had in such a long time. There was a few days were I was unstoppable. I almost cleaned the house top to bottom (if it weren't for my family telling me to sit the hell down every now and then, it would've happened). Once I noticed I had more energy, I had decided that it was time to go back to work.

I reached out to my employer, who knew that I had barely gotten out of surgery, stating that I was ready to come back to work. Now, my job had forced me to be on a leave of absence while being a full time employee. My job is taking patient food orders for those at the hospital. So... Needless to say, there isn't anything that would have hurt me. It was a damn call center job. Once I get the greenlight to go back to work from the doctor, however there was certain restrictions were ordered... Which really didn't matter because it was a call center job. Basically light-duty. Does not apply to the call center job. No heavy lifting or anything like that. Well. I had to wait for my employer to get back to me, and when they did, I became enraged.

They had called me, and I had put them on speaker so my sister and husband could hear. That's when they tell me that they lost two hospitals, and cannot offer me full time. They could squeeze me in for twenty-two hours a week. Three days during the week for three hours, and work full eight hour shifts on the weekend. Ya'll. I live about forty-five minutes away. I thought breaking away from cancer meant things were finally be okay. I don't know about you, but I cannot, no, my family cannot survive off of twenty two hours a week. I was getting ready for a mental break down, and my sister saw this and told me to take it. It would be temporary. Well. I gave it a try. I was disgusted. I had spent more money in gas just to get there (we live in almost banjo country in Tennessee), then what it was worth. A measly four-hundred and sixty-two dollars is what I was paid for a biweekly check. I was so disgusted that I really couldn't pay anything with the check. Most of the bills we have are much higher than that stupid check. So, the family had decided to use my pay for food... Until...

During this time, the car we had was starting to lose itself. The suspension was gone (Our roads are nothing but rocks and red clay), and the transmission was going. We couldn't put the car in park. So the Emergency brake was on, all the time. Then, the night before I was supposed to go back to work for the beginning of the second pay cycle, the car wouldn't turn over. The battery had died. Sure. Nooooo problemo. We get it fixed. I shit you not. I get off of work that day, at six-thirty pm. Guess what happened guys? Any guesses? That's right, stupid bitch of a car wouldn't start. The starter had died. It had left me stranded for HOURS. My husband called our insurance to get someone to help me get it started, because stupid me, originally thought it was the alternator. So the first guy from a tow company comes a little bit after seven pm and arrives in a car (because it was just for a jump right?). Couldn't jump her. Nothing. So he leaves. Called the husband and informed him. So, another tow truck comes by. Told me that they couldn't get the car because of the suspension and that they were going to drag my car... Guys... There was a truck bed. There was no way of it dragging, okay? Once I realized what this person was doing (lazy piece of shit), I told them to cancel the tow and I'll have my husband contact the insurance yet again. The company had to close out the ticket before we could call again, however, the asshole driver's asshole boss, was refusing to answer. We spent over an hour trying to contact this driver's boss. He finally calls back around nine-thirty pm. So they leave, and husband calls for another tow. The guy comes, assessed the situation and then got super duper angry. Not at me of course. I explained the other two experiences with him, and it made him even more pissed. He explained that the previous driver was in a flat bed. That they should have done it, and I obviously agreed. This driver had arrived about ten-thirty pm. He was super pissed because the two other drivers were from HIS COMPANY. Cannot make this up. He was about to head back to the shop to go home, however his dispatcher told him a brief story about the shenanigans. He really wanted to go home, but he wasn't going to leave someone stranded either. He was really sweet. Later that week, other issues arrived for the vehicle that made me have a total mental break down.

I had missed work for three days, with texts to my bosses stating that there was a car problem and I was trying to fix it. The ingrates messages me asking why I hadn't been in, in three days. I messaged back to remind them in the nicest way possible, that there was a car issue and I was working on it. Well, we got a car and decided it wasn't worth the job. It wasn't enough to feed our house of seven people (four adults and three children). So I left.

While applying for jobs, I'm trying to keep busy with getting my photography business up and running amongst other ways to make money. Well, I worked so hard while doing deliveries in the wrong shoes, and then walked in the zoo in the wrong shoes and now have two massive blisters on both feet.

So. Long story short. I am back in bed, because where I'm diabetic, wounds on feet are scary and I almost already lost my big toe due to a previous blister that caused a bone infection. That's all I got for now. Life has been so busy. You'll start to hear from me more! Promise!