Before Millennial Mom, the Story I Never Told You: scar on my mind

After an amazing weekend with friends and family, and a soul refreshing day with two great friends on Friday, the idea of family and the significance of an individual’s personal story has again been heavy on my mind. This blog post related to my story and family has been a draft for several weeks now. I was simply waiting for the right time to publish it. Following the week that I’ve had, now feels just right. Before I jump in and tell you how family and my story connect, I must mention like I’ve done in past posts, just how amazing the universe is! You put things out there and what you put out comes back to you full circle. I’m always so amazed by this law of attraction and don’t know that I’ll ever not be surprised by it. I’ve recently been asking God for my family’s collaborative effort in rebuilding bonds and this was my exact experience this month. I reconnected with several family members whom I’ve shied away from in very interesting ways (a post for another day) and so far it’s been great. I do not believe in coincidences and know for a fact that this was the universe giving me what I need and asked for. Now moving right along to what I really came to share.

Recently I thought about my personal story and the story that I have shared thus far on Millennial Mom. From what I’ve told here, I have given the world a small picture about who I am as a young mother, new wife, blogger, business-minded woman, homeschooling parent, traveler, and millennial all about an unorthodox lifestyle. However, it was after talking to my barber during my bi-weekly hair cut (stayed tuned for my upcoming series Millennial Mom Glam: I am not my hair) last month, that I realized that I barely touched on the story of my life/significant experiences before I became a mom, in any of my work here on MM. I am not sure why this is but in my journey to inspire, this part of my life cannot be omitted! My life story is one that many of my readers would be surprised to learn because of the product that they see me as today. I’m far from the finished product that I hope to become and commit to growing every day. On this journey that I’m currently on, I dedicate myself to sharing more of my story before Millennial Mom; one with important lessons that any reader (male, female, young or old) can learn from. So let me take you back a little bit to one of thee most challenging times in my life. A time when I was physically and emotionally weak, infantile, and in pain with so much more on my mind… my senior year in high school.

My senior year in high school was hands down a struggle for me. It had nothing to do with my grades or performance because I was always sure I worked hard to receive nothing less than a B; I graduated school with a 3.8 GPA. It was not because I was lost and uncertain about my next move; colleges were lined up and I was 100% certain about my career path. In fact, I am now working in my field of study and love it. My struggle wasn’t due to friendships as those were on point and I had a small circle of girls who I frequented the mall with, had dinner dates with, and attended school functions with. Those same girls are my closest friends today. I was a scholar athlete and school musician and for the most part I loved my school life. Out of the two places where typical 17-year olds spend the most time (home and school), I felt right at home in school. However, home for me didn’t feel like home at all. While the friends I knew were enjoying the fact that the day that we all had been waiting for was drawing near, I had other things on my mind. My family life was “different” for reasons that I won’t disclose now. (As I continue on the road to rebuilding some broken relationships, I will keep the nature of some family issues private). As a result of this, I spent my senior year living with relatives and working very hard to be sure that I would be able to survive after school ended. I wasn’t in regular contact with either of my parents during this time; particularly my mother. Because of this, one of my worries was how I was going to pay for college. This gave me great anxiety. And there were smaller problems on my list of issues which were bigger than the issue of where college funds would come from. One of those “smaller” issues being that I had not seen my doctor for a year. Another of them being that I suffered from chronic migraines and I took Excedrin as if it were candy. However, I spent the year just dealing with those problems because to me they were minor and I wanted to focus on the bigger one.

In April of senior year, the best news came to me. I would be able to pay for college as I was the recipient of several scholarships totaling over $65,000 (to be blogged about another time). One of those scholarships came from an organization called Project Dream Foundation. I was published in the local newspaper after being selected for this award. Another award came from Burger King which posted a picture of me in our local chain, and another from my father’s worker’s union. The day I learned this news, my mom reached out to me while I was at school. We planned to visit with each other that week. When we got together we talked for hours and I brought up my persisting migraines. My mom immediately made me a doctor’s appointment. Following the appointment I was scheduled for an MRI. After the MRI, results that were slated to come back in a week came back in a day. I was asked to come back for further testing and it was ultimately found that I had a small brain tumor on my cerebellum. This was heartbreaking news for me with prom and graduation approaching. I was scared, very sad and not sure what this meant for my future. I met with a neurologist who advised that the best thing to do was operate being that I was experiencing symptoms including the migraines and problems with coordination. My surgery was scheduled for the day following graduation. At the appointment I was shocked and it took a few days to absorb what I learned. How would I finish the school year strong knowing this? What did this mean for my college plans? I was unsure about everything and depressed…

And now I’m in tears as I write this so please stay tuned for pt. II. Until next time…

Xoxo,

Millennial Mom