what does not kill you....
Yeah.
That.
These past two weeks have been a real test, believe me. Random, scary, and plain wtf.
Started last week when I was sick for two days- I must mention that my apartment had been without a/c for a month, with little more than a few fans and a small window unit in my bedroom to keep it from being unlivable and the manager insisting they were waiting on a part to fix the big unit.
I got suspicious on Tuesday when I saw no one in the office, no one answering the phone, and no maintenance out doing their normal rounds. So, after spending the next day stalking the office, I called the city.
Turns out the complex was foreclosed on and the property was being taken over, but the city itself did not know by whom and was pretty much hitting dead ends when it came to answers. In other words, we had been abandoned.
Scared shitless about my home possibly being lost [again], I was hit with another whammie that my ride had issues and could not come get me for work. That left me with only one day of salary, bills to pay, and wondering what was going to happen if I were forced to move.
Oh wait....
It gets better.
Mom goes to the doctor and finds out, after tests run, etc, that she has cancer [ Metastatic Malignant Melanoma to be exact]- a mass the size of two grapefruits attached to her abdomen.
O_o
Ok, so, here I am, fearful of losing home, mother, job, and everything else, and one thing keeps me going.
Three things keeps me strong.
Through all my panics and such, my wifu kept me grounded and sane, kept me positive even though all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and give up.
My Families- my Oresama, JRR, TOTWS families- kept me laughing when all I wanted to do was cry, kept me singing when all I wanted to do was scream.
Miyavi helped me stay strong with his words and music- he has NO CLUE how SuperHero became my anthem this week!
GACKT kept the warrior in me fighting when all I wanted to do was surrender.
To these people I owe a great debt.
To jrock I will ever be greatful.
For the new management comapany has taken over and I am no longer roasting in a 95 degree apartment.
Mom's cancer is local, not attached to any tissue or organs at all, and is operable- plus she is in amazingly excellent health according to the doctor aside from the melanoma.
As for the job- flush this week down the toilet and start anew.
My love and thanks to all who were with me during this ordeal, and for those who helped me even though they had no clue they did.