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But. For now. Here we are. And where we are, this 'here' place, is OK. There's no crisis in being here, in the present moment. Where else CAN we actually be? That's right. Nowhere. We can look back and see where we've been... We can look forward to see where we WANT to go... But we can neither go here nor there until we own up to... this moment.
Personally, this is a weird ass moment. As newlyweds, my hubby and I are rockin' it out. I could not POSSIBLY have chosen a better partner in life.
We were really hoping to take a kick ass Honeymoon to Europe and do all these fabulous things. That'll come someday! Not today, and that's ok. In March, we had set up a Honeyfund--it's an amazing site for people to give cash online to help folks have a killer Honeymoon.
One of the 8 million things this cancer nonsense changes is your priorities with money. And, again, that's ok.
(As an aside, if anyone who reads this is even CONSIDERING getting married to someone, ask yourself one question: "Is the human I want to marry someone who can be there during the dark times in life?" If you even falter with your answer, run like hell in the other direction. They're not for you. THAT is a guarantee.)
Back to the Honeyfund. We made a very easy decision. Europe will still be there, God willing, in the future and we can do Europe later. We decided to use a good chunk of that money to pay for what we lovingly call "cancer bills." Thank God I have health insurance, but don't get me started in the 8 zillion hidden bills that come flinging up out of nowhere. It's literally like "WTF cost 300 bucks??" Oooohhhh, they don't cover blood tests completely.... Ooooooooook. Good to know!
We decided to take a sweet road trip within California, including a couple free places to stay and a little Bed and Breakfast that's being covered by family--we'll get to that trip super soon and it'll be a chance for us to finally celebrate our wedded bliss on a fraction of the cost and take a much needed break from the city.
We did the math on the upcoming and possible costs of this medical quagmire and all we could say was SHIT! OK. Do we get another credit card and take that route?
Do we start hooking on Santa Monica and Vine?
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HOW THE HELL DO PEOPLE PAY FOR THEIR MEDICAL STUFF WITH CANCER?!?!
The answer: I have no idea. I know one friend of mine who did a fundraiser that helped tremendously with her bills. I know another friend of mine who has killer insurance and somehow managed to rock it out. And yet another friend of mine had to go bananas trying to get things covered and by the hair of her tongue kept her SAG Insurance, which took decent care of her. But seriously. Until it happens to you, there is no comprehension of how things add up. (God willing it DOES NOT happen to you!)
So you're not only dealing with the craze of little cancer meebers groovin' around your body, the emotional upheaval that causes, but also the cost of paying for everything. It's a full on game changer. And how to not lose your shit while going through the whole thing?? I don't know? Yoga helps. So does having a sense of humor and keeping things light. So does constantly having something to look forward to. Sooooooooo does enjoying EVERY SINGLE MOMENT YOU LIVE.
I even sing in the car more. Be glad you're not my passenger. I'm just sayin'.
Another fine lesson this Thyroid (THE PAST) has taught me: Humility. Not to be confused with humiliation. I have nothing to be humiliated about. None of us do. Shit happens and we deal with it. It's in the HOW we deal with the shit that defines us. My Dad used to tell me: "A human can never be judged with how they deal with the good things in life. Everyone handles good very well. But you sure know who someone is when shit hits the fan."
|Thank You, Interweb!|
**EDITED TO TAKE OUT THE INACTIVE GO FUND ME PAGE THAT WAS HERE.
Here we are...
|Let's rise from our own ashes.|
(thank you, Interweb!)