Question of the Week: Do you have any fun collections (other than books)?
Yes. I have a collection of Vera Bradley items and a collection of Disney mugs.
I am hopelessly obsessed with Vera. I usually only shop there when there's a sale, but nonetheless I have accumulated a lot of stuff! I use it every day. My favorite patterns have pinks and purples in them
As for Disney, my collection is small- only two mugs! I hope to grow it little by little. My oldest mug is a minnie mouse mug. It's black with white polka dots and has a big red bow in the center with white polka dots on it. It's absolutely adorable! My other one that I just purchased at Disney World is a real-life version of Chip from Beauty and the Beast! The mug looks exactly like him, except it doesn't talk. :( I think talking objects are more fun...
I thought this would be the perfect time to bring up my problem with feedback. I recently had two incidences with this that contradicted each other.
Let's start with the bad one first. I was writing a speech, and one of the older students ripped RIPPED apart. Things that I thought were fine were terrible to her. Furthermore, she had me practice it in front of other people, and then they wrote down strengths and weaknesses in my speech. The weaknesses were all different, and they were also things that I'd worked on. It was infuriating!
On the bright side, I got a paper back today in English. The grade was good, but the teacher wrote "You are a talented writer." I ask you, who should I believe: some girl, or a teacher?!
Today I am participating in the Survive and Thrive blog hop hosted by the wonderful Alex J Cavanaugh! The hop is not until 10/20, but being the busy college student that I am, this is the only time I could post. I have posted this story before, but thought I'd post it again for my new followers.
Warning: this post is depressing and slightly graphic. You have been warned.
I'm going to just get straight to the facts- no beating around the bush here. I am a freshman at Loyola University Chicago studying social work. When I was a 15-year-old sophomore, I heard the three words that nobody EVER wants to hear: you have cancer.
As Anthony Delmonte once said, “Cancer is never a face until it affects you or
someone you know”. Cancer became a face to me on November 15, 2011-- a day I
will never forget. On that day, I was diagnosed with a rare type of sarcoma on my The
whole thing started on October 5, 2011. I had an appointment with the dermatologist. I
had been noticing a bump on my scalp that had been there for about 5 years. During
the appointment, she gave me the option of having it biopsied because it looked red,
which concerned her. I thought about it for a few minutes and then reluctantly agreed
to the procedure. The biopsy was terrible. I had to receive shots of local anesthesia in my head. On
top of that, I had to deal with worrying about bad test results- something that I never
thought would even be a remote possibility. The next day, on 11/15/11, we got the phone call from the dermatologist that simply
said, “You have cancer. You’re going to need more surgery. I’m sorry”. Naturally, I
broke down in tears. I didn’t even know what the true definition of cancer was, but
nonetheless, it was staring me in the face. I could run from it, but I couldn’t hide from
it. The only thing I could do was hope that everything would eventually be ok. The next few weeks were a huge blur. We must have seen three or four
doctors. During that time, I had to get an MRI of my head to see how big the cancer
was. Luckily, it was only the size of an eraser. When I heard that, a wave of relief
washed over me. The thoughts of what chemotherapy and radiation left my mind,
because it was now definite that I would not be needing them now. Eventually, we
decided on what hospital I’d have the surgery at, and that’s when things started
moving really quickly. I ended up having two surgeries- one to take out the cancer and a skin graft
operation to close the huge wound from the first surgery. The wound would never
close by itself due to how big it was, so the doctors took a piece of skin from my leg
and put it on my scalp in a second surgery. I was awake and numb for the first surgery in the doctor’s office, which lasted for
about 5 hours and got all of the cancer out.I was trembling the entire time. I’d never
had any sort of surgery before, and this was a rude awakening for me. I’d had a few
months to get ready for surgery, but honestly, you can never truly be prepared for
anything until it’s actually happening to you right then and there. About 2 weeks after the initial surgery, I went in for a second operation that I
described above. The pain was excruciating, and the whole ordeal was infinitely
scarier than the first surgery because it was in an operating room rather than a
doctor’s office. It also involved general anesthesia, which was the scariest part of all, I
think, because I would be completely unaware of everything that was happening.
When I first entered the operating room right before my surgery, I felt like I’d entered a
whole new world full of white walls and people doing things to me that were beyond
This past summer, I underwent a series of two operations to reconstruct my
scalp. The skin graft from my leg obviously doesn’t grow hair, so it left me with a bald
spot. The doctor inserted a balloon into my head and gradually filled it with saline
solution to expand the amount of skin that can grow hair.The new skin was put over the bald spot, resulting in more hair growth. I was terrified for both surgeries, but I
trusted the hospital, and more importantly the doctor, tremendously, and everything
turned out better than I could have ever imagined! I do not regret going through with
this surgery in the slightest. One funny thing about this whole ordeal is that now, I am actually fascinated by operating rooms! For my most recent surgery, I was actually looking around the room and trying to figure out what sort of equipment was there and why. I'm no doctor (my dad is), but I still am fascinated by all of this! I recognized the anesthesia machine and was relieved that it was not going to be used on me (I only had sedation).
Cancer is awful, but the most important lesson I learned is to be grateful for
what I have. I could have been really ill, and I am thankful every single day that the
cancer was removed by surgery alone.
It's been forever- I know. Every month since my last IWSG post, I swore to myself that I'd resurface in the blogging world, but then I got caught up in other things, so I didn't post. Then college started, and I got even busier.
So what I am insecure about now is finding time to write. I keep thinking that I'll have a few minutes, but then, once again, I inevitably get caught up in something else. It's very annoying! Anybody else have this issue? What do you do about it?