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Name: katie
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12/14/2004
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| so, i haven't written on here in forever... it's like facebook is so easy, why would i want to write out every detail of my life on xanga? I don't know. but tonight, just because i cannot go to sleep, i decided to write it out (when in doubt, write it out).
Since the last time i was on here everything in my life has changed. dramatically. Was lifeguarding at the YMCA, then quit for a better job at miller swim, and had just finished my first semester under a new major. josh and i were great, everything was happy, and then the results from the cat scan came.
What would you do if the doctor calls your house on a thursday night right before dinner and tells you that there is a tumor in your chest and he suspects that it is cancerous? and what would you say when he tells you that your oncologists appointment will be made very soon? what would you do if the first biopsy came back unclear and you had your lung punctured the next week during surgery to biopsy the tumor and the next week you were back in surgery to have a chemo port put in because you do, in fact, have stage II hodgkin's lymphoma? and what would you do if your hair began to fall out, the hair that you sank so much dad gum money into? how would you feel when you look at yourself in the mirror every morning and wonder what you did that caused the cancer? And how would you feel if your parents chose this oppurtunity to tell you that your boyfriend is not who they feel God has for you and that if you don't break up with him, they will have to do it for you?
i'm guessing that you would feel pretty rotten, maybe a bit depressed, especially when you can't be around your friends because of a low immune system. But guess what? in all of this that has not been a choice, you can choose one thing- joy. I have chosen joy because there is nothing else to choose.
I am in a place where i cannot cling to my job, my friends, my boyfriend. All i have right now is Christ, and that is how i can experience joy.
well, there you have it.
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| don't forget the brokenhearted
trampled on before this started,
walking on two feet
they crawl away.... | | |
| have you ever been right in the middle of something and decided that you hate it? absolutely hate it, and that you never wanted to do this and would die if you had to do it for the rest of your life? I was in my post colonial lit class on monday and realized that i really hate being in all these english classes! not only that, but i decided that even if the lit your reading for class is required, it doesn't make it ok to have to read all of this really trashy stuff. Now, dent get me wrong, i love to read, i can read really fast and i can understand all of it. i love dissecting great literary works, it is just so much fun! but, i cannot justify all of the garbage that i have to read, just for the sake of art. and then i had this other thought, "If i go into publishing, this will never end! i will have to read trash all day long for the rest of my working life!" so, i decided to change my major.
i hope this all works out. | | |
| Welcome back, take a seat, where's your sheet of paper?
summer was fun, but its all done, where is your #2 pencil?
you'd better be ready, this class is tough, A's aren't just handed out.
.........and the seasons change, the tests come,
i just hope i make the grade.
i'm back!!!!!!! | | |
| hallelujah!I just want to say,
TGIO!
(Thank goodness it's over).
no more school, no more books, no more having grammar kick my butt (it may not rhyme, but it is definately inspired).
maybe i should have an "end of the semester" party.
adios old jeans, your time is up.
no more snocones past may
life is sadness
goodbye. | | |
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