So they (the bar that E’s family owns and that E manages) posted a poster on their face book wall advertising a fund raiser for Cancer…..it actually made me snort and laugh….really? a fund raiser for Cancer? more specifically The American Cancer Society….which is a wonderful cause, don’t get me wrong. But I begged E to do fund raisers for cancer. When my mother was diagnosed again last year, I brought up doing a fundraiser, getting a team together for the relay for life, taking donations etc…..it never happened. Our cancer wasn’t his problem. MY cancer wasn’t his problem….yea, I got annoyed momentarily, but any money going to a good cause is reason to celebrate so I let it go…..but it’s pretty fucking ironic….the lies continue long after I am gone. I wonder if he thought at all of that Christmas morning when he looked right at me after I was told I had to have yet another surgery and told me that MY cancer was not HIS problem and that he didn’t want to speak to me about it because that’s what my friends and family were for. I wonder if I even crossed his mind when he put those posters up and if the smallest amount of recognition of his hypocrisy creeped into his very small mind….I doubt it, it was enough that I saw it and that it made me laugh.
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Confessions of a mad mind~ Author of A Practical Guide to Forgiveness from an Impractical Survivor, Oh Go Fix Yourself and She was the Stuff of Stars, Christie Page was born in Falmouth, Massachusetts. She lived in the Nobska Point Lighthouse with her mother and father who were stationed there as a result of his service in the Coast Guard. Shortly after the family made their way to West Palm Beach, Florida where she grew up continuing her love affair with the ocean. She has two children Joshua 26 and Laura 24 and currently resides in South Florida. In 2015 Christie left her twenty year medical career to pursue her passion for writing full time and has been featured in the world’s largest mindful living publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul, elephant journal, Sivana East, Thirty on Tap and The Urban Howl. She was also a feature columnist for Controlled Chaos magazine. An active yogi, hoop dancing enthusiast and self-proclaimed whiskey chick, she is a third generation breast cancer survivor, recovering anorexic/bulimic and is on life six or seven of her nine lives. She has been homeless and sheltered, rich and poor, loved and hated and believes her experiences have lead her down a path of spiritual exploration and awakenings. Christie wishes to share her journey with others in an attempt to come to peace. She writes to clear space from the rolodex that is her muddled mind. Christie View all posts by christiepage "pando pandemonium"