February 02, 2007

Newsie

I finally called the Box Doc, Dr. Cox's office (let jokes ensue) to get my lab results of "the procedure."

The nurse came on the line and told me that Dr. Cox usually calls with the results, but that he was gone for the next two weeks. I browbeated her into telling me. When you've been a cancer patient, any test result with the word abnormal in it scares the bejeebs out of you.

I told her that I didn't care if the dang receptionist told me the results, that I wanted to know ASAP. And not in two weeks.

She said that the cells were benign and there was no sign of dysplasia or cervical cancer. Yay for small things. I was very relieved.

On other fronts, Elvis dumped me like wet garbage. He had his reasons but made it sound like it was all my fault that the relationship was over. I thought he had more respect for me than that, but I guess I was wrong. I'm not going to go into details because he's such a puss-face. But I'm very sad because he basically embedded himself into my family's lives and Zoe's life.

He told Zoe every day that he loved her. He told me the same thing. He told her we were going to get married and that he would buy us a big, white house someday. She's been asking about him and I've told her that he's working and will probably be moving away. She misses him. I miss him. We both love him. But he was so unkind to me at the end that I don't even care anymore. He's already "talking" to some other girl. Smooooove.

Me. Well I've been talking to people online, but not to date. I just want to find people to go do things with - the gym or hiking or just going to a movie. I was told that I am deceiptful because my picture on my profile is this one:

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or this one:

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When I actually now look more like this:
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(pretty much the same, but I don't have any makeup on)

He said that they don't look like me anymore and that because my hair is shorter and my face is steroided out, I am a Big. Fat. LIAR. I know I'm always upfront when I talk to someone that it is not a current picture and then sometimes I show them the new ones with the short hair. I always tell them about my leukemia and that I had a transplant. Either way, when I see pictures of the "old" me, it doesn't feel like a different person. That's how I think I look. Probably because I'm starting to feel more like myself. And those pictures represents how I feel. And I know I'll look like that again. Perhaps even better than that.

Regardless, I am feeling quite the fug lately. I'm feeling super homely. I like short hair because it's easy, but I hate it because it makes me look ugly. I want a makeover. And a really good wig. I've looked at some, but they all look so cheap - like the one they gave me at MD Anderson. Sis #3 asked, "Does the camero come with the wig?" I want to feel pretty. Where are the makeover shows when you need them?

Anyway I'm thinking Deanna Banana will be coming up this weekend. I don't really have any friends here, and she's one of my old school H-town girlies. I know a few people from church, but not many of them ask me to go do things as most of them are busy with their kiddos. It's starting to get really lonely, but I've been working out like a mad woman and hanging with the Zoester. She's really a great kid. And has inheirited someone's sense of humor. Her knock knock jokes have not improved at all though.

Here she is on 100 day (100 days of school) with her 100 fruit loops necklace.
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I can do this. Zoe has a hula hoop. And she still speaks bird.

Your assignment today is to leave a reason or two for someone to date me. Or something nice about me. Since obviously my looks aren't going to draw them in.... I'm having a little bit of lowselfesteemism right now and could use a boost. Help a girl out. Yeah. I'm a'begging.

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Posted by debutaunt at February 2, 2007 04:05 PM
Comments

ummmm . . . because you're like, awesome, AND because - even though you may not feel it at the moment - you're cute as a friggin' button.

and that's just TWO of the reasons.

Posted by: beautifulmess at February 2, 2007 06:56 PM

Deb--
So what that you don't look like your "old" pictures? None of us do-- having leukemia didn't take away the WHO you are-- and THAT is the most important thing. You've embraced LIFE and to hell with anyone that doesn't respect that, doesn't give you cudo's for that!! Having said that-- sure you've had cancer but you're also in (what I hope is a growing) minority that has beaten it and come out the wiser for it (you've grown spiritually and emotionally). Forget all of the mundane rigamorole and LIVE JUICY like you always have. You got it goin' on gf-- YOU just need to believe it. :D

Posted by: Kelly at February 2, 2007 07:18 PM

The doc left for two weeks and no one had the decency to call you with your results? Damn, that pisses me off. So glad you convinced them to tell you, and even gladder (is that a word?) that the cells were benign. Woohoo!

So there's that--you don't have cancer! That's a big plus right there. :) And I think your short spiky hair is really cute. And you're determined and disciplined and strong. Getting stronger every day. You can do this.

Posted by: Sharkey at February 2, 2007 07:29 PM

Honey, in my best James Blount voice, I tell you:

You are beautiful!

And Elvis, well, he sucks and let's be grateful he left the building when he did.

Friends. You need real, flesh and blood, giggly, get Starbucks, watch 50 First Dates, eat ice cream friends.


My daughter has alopecia ariata and we just bought a wig. It costs more than my first VW. But worth every penny for her self-esteem. Borrow the money, ask your parents as a gift - if that will make you smile when you look in the mirror.

Once again: You are beautiful!

Posted by: Loretta at February 2, 2007 07:29 PM

1. You are beautiful.

2. You have the prettiest smile.

3. You have great skin.

4. You are educated.

5. You are witty.

6. You know how to have a good time.

7. You really, truly are single.

8. You're hair is just fine.

9. You have a great family.

10. You've been to hell and back and your still alive and kickin. Yick cha! Take that.

Alohas,
EV

Posted by: Maui Cousin at February 2, 2007 08:52 PM

Oooops!

I mean You're.

EV

Posted by: Maui Cousin at February 2, 2007 08:54 PM

Are you kidding me girlfriend???? I could be here all night!
Besides the fact that you are absolutely BEAUTIFUL - yes on the outside as well as inside you are also strong, witty, warm, determined (I SO feel embarrassed by how dedicated you are to fitness and my fat ass keeps getting fatter!). You are also a wonderful mother, friend, writer, sister. I have total confidence that one day you will be adding girlfriend or wife to that. You truly truly are amazing and inspire me everday.

Big hugs to you

Posted by: Lisa O at February 2, 2007 10:11 PM

i'm sorry that things didn't work out with elvis, and you don't need ~me~ saying better that you find out now than when you are married etc etc.

big hugs to Zoe, too.

you both deserve better, and you'll both HAVE better.

so glad the test results were OK, and GOOD FOR YOU for getting them. you rock.

xoxoxo

Posted by: islaygirl at February 2, 2007 11:23 PM

I see a beautiful person who has stayed strong when I probably would have folded long ago. I see a great mother with a fabulous daughter who loves her more than anything in the world (and talks bird).

Posted by: kay at February 2, 2007 11:33 PM

Beauty comes from within, but you are a beautiful woman. Your smile, your eyes, they all
tell a magnificent story. The heck with the losers who don't get that story.

Plus you have a daughter that speaks bird what more could a person want?

Oh and the Box Doc, what a jackass for not coughing up the results asap.

Posted by: Claire at February 3, 2007 06:44 AM

Darling - he didn't deserve you and all of your awesomeness.

Think of it as one more down. *He* is out there, I promise.

Love you and Zoe to death. Really.

Posted by: Paige at February 3, 2007 07:44 AM

GRRRRR about Elvis - he had it all and threw it away.

But onto the fab you.

Two reasons to date you? That is easy.
1)You have a kick ass sense of humor and outlook on life. I think this is the most important part of a relationship. You kicked cancer's ass and made your life a priority - I think that is pretty sexy.

2) You already listed out several date options. That takes a lot of pressure off of the guy. It shows you are fun and know what you like to do.

Hang in there. It will happen.

Posted by: Missy at February 3, 2007 08:36 AM

Because you are a true superhero for girls and women of all ages. You SURVIVED.

And the only difference I see in those pictures is that you have shorter hair in the most recent ones.

We loves ya up here in the cold cold Indiana weather.

-Jessica

Posted by: Jessica at February 3, 2007 09:03 AM

1) you're gorgeous!

2) you're funny as hell.

3) you're smart

4) you're a great mom

5) you're an inspiration

6) you're tough as nails

7) you've got spunk!

8)you're a survivor

i could go on....

xomox

Posted by: moxiemomma at February 3, 2007 12:36 PM

Dude, you KNOW I think you are the bee's knees. You totally look like your profile pic minus the lipstick. If I posted the pics of me of what I looked like on 95% of the day, no one would ever talk to me. I DO NOT look like my cutie pie pictures unless I am dressed and ready to go and that's only when there is something to do. I think that is how most people are. Elvis can suck butt. That was super rude of him to even say. You do not deserve that crap. Call me.

Posted by: Dawn at February 3, 2007 12:53 PM

Congratulations on the test results and having the gumption to get them.

The situation of breakup and dating is a tough one. Just be the wonderful person who you are and all will evolve satisfactorily.

Shalom, Deb.

Posted by: Sometimes Saintly Nick at February 3, 2007 03:00 PM

Oh, Deb. Sending a giant kick in the pants to Elvis - he has no idea what he is missing out on.

And a big hug in your direction. You have been through hell and back. These boys - the monkey and the elvii - are just tiny speed bumps of annoyance in the road to full recovery.

You WILL find the right guy, one day. And until then, you've got the world's best daughter and a fabulously supportive family to help you along. And even after you find the right guy, he's going to have to take you as a package deal - you, Zoe, and the whole fam damily. Cuz your family, they ROCK. And ROCK right along with them.

You can DO THIS. You are the Debu-Uma and you CAN.

Now go kick some serious ass. Just because you can.

Posted by: salcam at February 3, 2007 03:41 PM

Strong girls scare the shit out of weenie guys. I know, I married one a long time ago.

I still say, from experience, that when a weenie guy dumps you it is a gift - God's got your back - and you'll see the benefits of being rid of them before long. You're already most of the way there. It's only more affirmation that he was a jerk to entrench himself with your beautiful kiddo and then trash talk you on his way out. Nice legacy, El.

You, on the other hand, are 9,000 million kajillion times stronger than any woman I know. You've faced a killer and whupped it's ass.

You're back at the gym, for crying out loud, and you're taking your life back one cell at a time. And you'll be thin and svelte long before I will, friend. (I had twins 10 years ago and still struggling to lose that weight! Then marrying a guy who can cook and who thinks I'm beautiful regardless of my outward appearance is wonderful but doesn't encourage self-discipline... except I know he deserves a good-looking wife so I'm headed back in that direction.)

I've had hair issues - you've seen my spike hair after our St. Baldrick's event. You're light-years ahead in the fashion world, I assure you. I'm a beauty consultant dropout.. (MK)...so you're doing some of the things - successfully - that I've only dabbled in. You're doing this - even if others try to knock you down and hand you their baggage. Kick it back to 'em and keep on going, girl.

And you write hella blogs and emails.

Posted by: Bren / Cody'sMom at February 3, 2007 03:58 PM

Oh yeah, I forgot the crux of my comments: You are the benchmark for many of us, Deb. We aspire to be strong like you, beautiful like you, giving like you, honest like you and enduring like you have had to be. When I'm over here whining and gasping for breath because I've done my eliptical for a whopping 30 calories, I think of you at the gym knocking out dozens more exercises than I can even say without becoming winded.

And I'm overjoyed for the good news from the doc's office, too. Zoe's got a great role model and I'm glad for her. You both deserve the best.

Posted by: Bren, Cody'sMom at February 3, 2007 04:57 PM

You've inspired me time and time again with your great attitude. You are beautiful. Don't let other people get you down. Inside, you shine! And I'm sure if I met you in person, that inner beauty would glow. And if I had guts, I'd cut my hair short. Look at that girl from Top Chef who shaved her head and now she's got a cute little haircut. Your hair must look great. Keep Smiling!!!

Posted by: lex at February 3, 2007 06:21 PM

Ah Deb. Don't knock him. When love and hate unite, it's just the full circle making its turn. Everything turns that way. It's all a roller-coaster ride; you KNOW that. Everything changes, ALL the time. It can go up but sure as nuts, it'll come down again. It's the nature of this world. I remember a few days back, you said that no man can give you your self-worth. Remember! You are where it's at, first off. This is not pep-talk. This is the calling back to reality. It's wonderful to feel loved and to belong. But please, please, please dear one, take time now to reflect on why it hurts so much to have lost E, and in the way you have. What dreams did you invest in one man. He didn't drop you. The dreams did. It only feels like he's to blame. I want to drown you in love. That love is INSIDE you. It IS you. Tap into it. Don't look for it out there. When you're truly living it, it will come at you from all angles - maybe even in the delight of a man too.

Posted by: J at February 3, 2007 07:22 PM

To quote Joe Cocker:

You are so beautiful
To me


You are so beautiful
To me
Can't you see
You're everything I hoped for
You're everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me

(repeat as needed)

Posted by: sis #2 at February 3, 2007 11:37 PM

Ihopeallthesegoodcommentsarehelpingraiseyourselfesteem.Everyonehadsomethinggoodtosay.

Posted by: Claire at February 4, 2007 07:38 AM

Dr. Cox? For real? Well, that is great news on the test results. Now, thanks to Rick Perry, Zoe will have to get a vaccine, and maybe she won't EVER get cervical cancer. Oh, did you want a choice in your daughter getting that? His bad.

Elvis, Elvis, Elvis... Strong women scare some men. And you are the strongest, bravest woman I know, so I'm sure you scared the hell out of him. Stupid men.

Oh, and YOU are not being deceitful. How about ME? I have a ghost MySpace account, that I set up to spy on my friend's ex-husband, and on that, I AM A BLACK MALE. THAT, friends, is deceitful. :)

If I weren't married, I would date you, simply because we both love coffee, kids, and Chuy's. DUHR.

Posted by: kami at February 4, 2007 08:04 AM

You're awesome! Tall, pretty, smart and definitely a CATCH for the right guy.

On the girlfriend front, why not set up a get-together (maybe at your beloved Starbucks) for those of us who read your journal and feel we know you, and are within driving distance? You might make some new buds. I live about an hour away, and I have only one member in my girl posse right now, and she has gorgeous newborn twins so has NO free time.

Just a thought. Posse, baby.

Posted by: Sharon at February 4, 2007 10:34 AM

I love the short hair...and the color...if you're using a box 'o color please share...I like the warmth of it.

I can only hypothesize about Elvis from my own experience. Maybe he's just scared. Scared to get too close and your cancer relapses and he loses you. I had a Boyfriend once that was with me when I came down with a horrible gastrointestinal problems. No one could diagnose me. I couldn't eat. I was just wasting away. Doctor after Doctor and diagonsis like I was anorexic and that it was all psychological. I was strung out on valium and was failing in college. The guy I was with couldn't take it anymore. I was never well and didn't feel like doing anything. He had his own problems at the time and couldn't handle me having problems too. He said things like he couldn't trust me and that we just weren't compatible after all. Years after I had surgery I bumped into him and he told me the truth - it was just too much for him to handle and he was afraid I was going to die. Maybe it's the same with you and Elvis.

Hair grows back, weight fluctuates, men come and go but your family and friends are the ones you need to really concentrate on. It took me years to learn that everything else is just accessories.

Posted by: Shell at February 4, 2007 12:04 PM

It must suck waiting for your hair to grow out.
If you really want a wig, you need to get one with real hair and it should be lace front. My friend at http://itaintwilliam.blogspot.com/ could offer you some advice.

Posted by: Fightin' Mad Mary at February 4, 2007 12:05 PM

Umm, who says that you need someone to date right now?

I would focus on yourself and Zoey for a bit, and let the "love thing" work itself out.

It seems to me that you may be a bit too "focused" (desperate?) on having a boyfriend/husband. How long were you dating Elvis? And he was discussing marriage. It takes some time to make sure that he/she is Mr(s) Right. You probably need to triple that amount of time when there is a kid involved.

Don't set Zoey and you up for any more heartbreak at this time.

Meanwhile, just keep living life!

Posted by: Trey at February 5, 2007 12:28 PM

Hey there~

I want to echo everything cousin in Maui said. You are the greatest!

T in the frozen tundra known to most as Minnesota.

Posted by: Minnesota Cousin at February 5, 2007 04:25 PM