I Don’t Hide My Scars….Anymore

I’ve lived my whole life with scars.  Well…..since I was almost a year old, but since I have no memory of that time, I say my whole life.  I’ve told this story more since I went through the cancer thing because it was the time I really started embracing my scars and not caring what people thought. 

I was about 11 months old…..I don’t remember the exact date, obviously, but I was young. I was doing the baby walking thing…..holding on to surfaces to keep myself up, probably grabbing things off of those surfaces and making a mess.  I have 3 kids, I know I was probably the same!  My parents had boiled water for some reason…..I don’t know the reason, just that they did.  I bet you know where this is going……and yes.  I pulled that boiling water all over myself.  I can only imagine the flurry of panic in my house at that moment.  I’ve been told that they were able to get some cold water to my face, which prevented any scarring…..but other parts of me were not so lucky. I had a long recovery time, and spent my life with visible scars. 

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As a young kid, I didn’t care much about them.  As I was in school…..that’s when the fun started.  Being called Freddy Krueger….made fun of…..teased…..it was always.  And the constant stares.  When someone is talking to you and their eyes dart from your eyes to your scar.  I mean, come on people!  You think we can’t see you when you do that???? 

I started from an early age covering my scars and never letting anyone see them.  Even close friends.  It was too hard, and sometimes too much of a conversation I just didn’t want to have. 

When I was diagnosed with cancer and went through all the surgery and treatment, I added to my collection of scars and body issues.  I even had my wedding dress altered to create some kind of sleeve to cover it. 

But something happened over the years…..I started to care less.  Maybe it came with age and maturity, but I started to go out with tank tops.  Doesn’t sound like a big deal, does it?  BUT IT WAS!!!!!  My arms were free! LOL! I covered myself all the time, there was freedom in revealing to the world what I’ve been through.  I started a slow process of accepting my scars, and even embracing them! I started buying things knowing my scars would be seen.  I’ve gotten a little better at ignoring the eye darting during conversations.  I’ve become so much better at just answering people’s questions about what happened.  Life has become a little more freeing….and it’s so much better.

They say that your scars show you what you have been through that didn’t kill you.  They are evidence of a life lived to it’s fullest and you are still here….showing the world you can’t be stopped.  It’s sad that I came to this realization so much later in life…..but it’s my hope that I can teach my girls to embrace what they go through to help make them stronger and ready to conquer the world. 

Life has been so much fun since I stopped caring. There is freedom in accepting what life has thrown at you and using it to help yourself grow and move forward.  That doesn’t mean I still don’t have  bad days, but overall, I’m happy!  I’m actually considering tattooing the scar on my shoulder to represent all the things I love in my life.  Not sure yet…..but know…..it’s in no way so that I can cover them up and make life easier.  Life became easier once I accepted and embraced that this is me……and it’s all good.

Katie 🙂

Summer Vacation!!!

I know I’ve been missing…..and it was intentional! I’ve literally not had a summer off since junior high….like most people….and it was amazing!  I was able to spend time with my kids, be lazy, have a garage sale, and finally recuperate my poor brain from all the abuse of the past few years!  I needed this….and I think my family needed me to have this!

I’ll keep this short….no one needs all the details of my amazing summer!  I’ll share some pictures and leave it at that.  School starts for my kids tomorrow and we are all getting back to a routine.  I’ll start up my blogging again…..it’s like my back to school time too!

Katie 🙂

 

Summer Life….

As I took a minute to sit and catch my breath…..I realized I’m a little behind on posting here.  Life has taken over and taken me away……but I’ll be back 🙂

Our family is planning a yard sale, and the weeks since school got out has been filled with camp, and busy schedules, and sorting the crap in our house to sell to other people.  I’m REALLY hoping this weekend is finally it, and I will welcome strangers in my front yard to go through my things and hopefully they will pay me money to take them home.

I’m tired and ready for my house to feel less chaotic…..but just wanted to put something out there that I’m still here…..just buried under life right now 🙂 And almost any free time we have…..we’ve been spending at the pool!!!!

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As always, if anyone ever wants to reach out, I’m always open!  If there is anything someone wants me to touch on when I finally make my way back…..let me know that too!  Just shoot me an email 🙂

But for now…..I’m going back to the boxes and getting this done!

Katie 🙂

Memories….

I was inspired to write this post because of my Facebook memories.  I really love the feature, seeing all the posts over the years without having to search and scroll through endless posts.  This particular one I’ve done several times on the 4th of July, change my profile pic.  It’s an old picture, and I do it more often than not, just because of the theme.  Obviously it’s the picture with my post, but there is a story behind it…..of course!

This picture is from my first Relay for Life as a cancer fighter.  I was going through treatment at the time, and I had joined my oncology office’s relay team….Soles for Souls.  I loved my oncology team, they felt like family.  But this wasn’t my first Relay….it was my 2nd.  My first time was the year before.  My boyfriend at the time, now my husband,  and I were part of our church team.

I made the decision to join the team after meeting a new client to me.  I worked for the state DHS office, and this family came in because they needed extra help.  The mom/wife had been diagnosed with breast cancer, and they were needing more help than their insurance and finances could offer.  For some reason I was very drawn to this family.  I had a heart for many of my clients, but this family really got to me.  I helped them find all the resources they could use and talked often with them about her treatment progress and prognosis.  This was a case I had during my first year on the job, and I had not yet been hardened by the job.  I felt a special connection to the cause that year…..so I took part in the Relay.  Later that year, when I received my own diagnosis……I had the chance to meet with that same family for a routine review.  When I broke the news to them….we all cried together.  It was surreal that I had such a connection to this woman, and then was faced with the same battle.

That next year when I decided to fully participate in Relay….this beloved client had lost her battle.  I was devastated, heartbroken, and terrified.  She was the only client I attended a funeral for……and eventually I lost touch with her family as their needs changed.  I have always had a special place in my heart for her, and I wonder about her family often.

Seeing that picture makes me remember that time and how some people are placed in your life for a reason.  I don’t know if knowing her made me more aware of myself when I discovered my tumor?  Maybe I was more willing to see a doctor for it rather than ignore it because I was too young.  I’m not sure…..but I do know the profound impact she had on me and I’m forever grateful for that.  She was a kind person with a compassionate heart.  She comforted me in the beginning of my journey as hers was coming to an end.

That first year I walked in Relay during the survivor lap…..I didn’t walk alone.  I walked in her memory….and promised myself that I would always support those going through this horrible disease.  It’s an incredible feeling to have walked with so many people that survived cancer….and be with people all remembering those we have lost.

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Rest in peace J.

Katie.

Father’s Day

Today is Father’s Day and I didn’t have the greatest growing up. It was super important for me to find a husband that would be the amazing father I didn’t get to have. I was always worried I’d be one of those stereotypical girls who ends up marrying the same bad guy they grew up with.

I was pretty sure I found that guy when I met and started dating Adam. Our relationship was perfect from the start. We had great conversations, the same crazy sense of humor, and always had a good time. The longer we were together I knew that he was going to be the one I would be with the rest my life. Then life through us a major curveball, and it’s one of those things that some people never recover from.

We were not even engaged when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Part of me thought that he should run away when he had the chance, because this was something that no one should have to go through by choice. Instead, he showed me the kind of person he truly was and asked me to marry him. He stuck by my side through the worst of times before we were even married.

After everything was fine, and the year started going by, we started to think and talk about having kids. We both knew we wanted to be parents, but we had no idea if we would be able to have children of her own. In my mind, I was terrified that he made a commitment to someone it would never be able to give him children of his own. He said that he was OK looking at other options, but it was something that broke my heart and made me question if I should just let him go. When we started the journey of having kids on her own, it didn’t go very well at first. We have two little babies that we never got to know and live in our hearts. When we finally realized why I was not keeping up my pregnancies, we were able to take care of the problem and I finally gave him what I always wanted to, the child of his own. Seeing him become a dad, and be the kind of doubt that I always wish that I had had, is such a blessing to me. I love seeing him with our girls, and know that he is completely devoted to them.

He is patient, kind, and loves them more than life. He supports them, listens to them, and is just the best father I could ever imagine. It makes my heart so happy to know that I was able to break a cycle like that, and overcome something so awful and have a family with this amazing man. So today, and every day, but especially today I wish him the happiest Father’s Day!!! He is truly a blessing and I love him more every day!

Let’s Talk About It….

There have been two very public people who recently lost their lives to suicide.  And yes…..I said lost their lives.  They have made public a very real issue in our world, one that is still so hard for people to talk about openly.  There are so many misconceptions about suicide and mental illness.

I used to be that person.  The one who thought you just had to snap out of it, and you would be fine.  That taking your life was just a coward’s way out.  I thought all of this even after I had my own time of crisis my first year in college.

I truly thought if I snapped out of it and everyone else should be able to do the same thing.  Then life hit again…..and it got bad again, and I couldn’t just snap out of it.  I found myself falling in to myself…..deeper and deeper.  Life was crazy around me and it helped me fall further…..until I actually had to get help.  Mental illness runs in my family.  Depression, anxiety, and I’m sure other undiagnosed things.  I truly believed that you only had to change your attitude and you could be fine.  I also had people all around me telling me…..just count your blessings…..you are better off than most…….you are stronger than this.  Those are people who just don’t know and have never experienced it.  Or they are like me, and don’t know yet just how bad it can be.

Going through cancer and living with my new normal life after gave me a new perspective on life.  Life is complicated, difficult, heartbreaking, and just so damn hard.  And sometimes you just can’t help the way your mind works against you.  When I was going through therapy a few years ago, I told her about something I heard that made it all click for me.  Your brain is another organ in your body…..and just like your heart, or liver, or any other part of your body…..it can get sick.  And when you get sick…..you treat it.  Sometimes your mind truly plays against you.  It doesn’t mean you as a person is bad…..but your brain is sick and makes you think some terrible things.  Some people never get over what their brain is telling them and it becomes overwhelming.  And your brain will tell you that you don’t need help.  Overcoming those thoughts to get help is one of the hardest things……and I will never again look at someone to dies by suicide as weak or as a coward.  Something is wrong and they never got the help they truly needed.  This is controversial!  There are people who strongly believe they are cowards and selfish.  I used to be that person, even in the midst of my own personal trials.

You know when a person you love isn’t well.  You can tell they are different, changing, or in a bad way.  Sometimes you have to be the person they need…..the person who steps in and helps them realize they aren’t alone and they need some help.  Getting help isn’t a sign of weakness.  And getting help can literally be life or death.

NO ONE IS ALONE!!!!!!  Do not be afraid to reach out and ask for help, ask for a listening ear, lean on those that are willing to be there.  We have seen recently just how deep those feelings can go, no matter how successful you are,  loved by the world you are, rich you are, or strong you think you are…….this hits everyone.

My heart breaks for those who didn’t realize it didn’t have to be so hopeless……but I also have a better understanding for those thoughts that are hard to fight.  Honestly…..I struggle daily with thoughts that creep in and I know what I need to do if they become to overwhelming or strong.

Please feel free to reach out to me if you feel lost, alone, and hopeless.  I may not have the perfect words or solutions…..but I’m a willing listener and supporter.

Katie.

Milestones

I’ve been struggling this month, facing the reality that my baby is no longer my baby.  I’ve been seeing all these milestones she is passing….and they are the last time any of my kids will pass them.  It’s making me all weepy and I feel like a crazy cry baby.  It’s so freaking hard to look at her and not see my youngest little baby girl.  She is now a sassy, smart, and too big for her own good kid.  On her way to kindergarten.  Ugh!!!!!!!

I posted recently about my struggle to be come a mom, and how blessed I am to have my three amazing daughters…….and that was the start of an emotional rollercoaster that I can’t seem to get off.  MY BABY ISN’T A BABY ANYMORE!!!!!  None of my girls are babies anymore….my oldest is starting act a lot older than I’m ready for her to be!  And even though I’m so happy to be in this stage where they don’t need me as much……I find myself asking……why don’t the need me as much?  I’m all over the place with this!  I know I’m not the only one…..but this is making me feel crazy!

I’m so happy for my baby as she graduated from preschool…..but I’m not so happy that she’s not really a baby anymore.  I know……just wait until high school graduation.  I have  a few years to go on that…..but if my blog is still up at that point…..you will get the same post about my teary eyed self with much older babies 🙂

Katie 🙂