All that was me is gone

This time last year I was an ambassador for the 2013 IAAPA Convention at the Orange County Convention Center in Orlando, Florida. I was also finishing a year-long professional internship with Walt Disney Parks & Resorts in Kissimmee, Florida. I had a healthy Mom, a healthy Dad, a boyfriend I saw a future with and the world at my fingertips.

Today, I have no more Mom, a Dad in the process of finishing chemotherapy, no more boyfriend and still the world at my fingertips.

In fewer than 365 days, my life completely and utterly changed its course…which is difficult for someone who prides herself on usually having things fairly put together.


On March 21, my Mom had a procedure done that ended in a doctor telling me he was 99 percent sure she had pancreatic cancer…and unfortunately he was right. The moment he told me, in the middle of a busy hospital hallway, was the moment I began mourning the loss of the woman who brought me into this world.

Cancer is a beast. It affects every single human being in one way or another. But pancreatic cancer is different. It’s super aggressive. It took away Steve Jobs, Patrick Swayze and my Mother way too soon (she was only 54 years old). It has a 6% survival rate, which hasn’t risen in the last 40 years. And by the time someone experiences symptoms of this cancer, it is more often than not, way too late.

So by the time my mom had jaundice (when your skin turns yellow because bile isn’t being processed normally), the tumor in the head of her pancreas was nearing 1-inch in size. Most people do not even know where their pancreas is located, but it is responsible for many critical functions in the body.

My Mom’s first appointment to Moffitt Cancer Center was on April 1st. Three rounds of chemo and five days of radiation later, we were pushing towards a surgery date of Aug. 8. The Whipple surgery would potentially save my Mom’s life and give her at the least a 5-year survival rate.

The big day came and as soon as the surgeon placed her tiny, delicate hands into my Mom’s abdomen, she discovered several tiny tumors – peritoneal carcinomatosis – the cancer had metastasized. And it was on this day that I had to accept that my Mother would most likely not live long enough to see me get married or have children.

Fast forward to Sept. 11 – a day that is difficult enough to get through already – and we were back at the hospital because my Mom’s breathing was labored and we knew things weren’t right. In the back our minds, we figured the cancer had most likely spread to her lungs, but we continued to deny those thoughts and decided we would continue to think as positively as we could.

But cancer doesn’t care who you are or how positive your outlook is. Cancer doesn’t discriminate. And it had indeed spread to her lungs. Fluid began to fill up on one side and she ended up having it drained on a few different occasions. But we still refused to believe this was the end.

My Mom still had so much to do in her life. She had a good job, she was finishing her bachelor’s degree in business management…she also had goals to lose weight, but the cancer was already taking care of that and then some.

Having lost 85+ pounds in a matter of months, my mother no longer looked like the woman I knew. And even when she could eat, she still continued to lose weight. Seeing someone shrink away before your eyes is something I would never wish on anyone. By the end of September, I knew things had progressed too far. At this point, more chemo and pain management were the only options left. But, the pain was barely being managed and the chemo just caused more pain.


My Mom was never afraid of death. Don’t get me wrong – she gave 110 percent and then some…but by the end of the first week of October, I could tell she was ready to go. Her best friend had come down to visit her from Connecticut and she had all of her loved ones around her. She had made her peace and was ready to be done with it all. The chemo. The pain. The constant struggle. And how could I argue with her at this point?

My Mom lost her Mom at the tender age of 21. She knew what it was to lose a Mother way too soon and I think that played a huge role in how she raised me and we made sure that nothing would go unsaid by the time she could no longer speak.

And that time came by the second week of October. It was then that Hospice care was called to our house. But even with Hospice, my aunt and I were sharing the responsibility of administering liquid morphine every two hours by syringe. It was then that I decided in my heart that this was no way to live and I had to come to terms that it was time to let go.

Late at night on Oct. 15, my Mom took her last breath. It wasn’t until the Boston Bruins won in OT that she left us, though. One month later and it’s still so surreal.



Meanwhile, back in June, my Dad had an MRI for some stomach pain he had been experiencing. It was then that doctors decided he would have his gallbladder removed, which is a fairly common operation. We humans can survive without this organ.

But, during the surgery, a mass was discovered within the gallbladder that was cancerous. So the surgeon not only removed his gallbladder, but the surrounding lymph nodes and a small slice of his liver. And he’s had chemo once a week, almost every week since. And he might have to have radiation as well. But, thankfully, his journey has been no where near as life-changing as my mother’s.

Did I mention they’re divorced and I’m an only child? So, yeah, having both parents diagnosed with cancer in the same year, only to be treated in the same exact hospital that is located on your college campus is a very strange way to live. Perhaps I should play the lottery or something.


I’ll spare you the details of my break-up, especially since that happened first, but I’m sure I’ll feel the need to write down my thoughts on that tale at some point, too. But the purpose of this blog is this:

Last year, I saw life in one way and today I’ve been forced to see it completely differently. SO much has changed. I’m 26 years old and I have absolutely no idea what tomorrow holds. And while so much of my life is out of my control, I have learned the hard way that I am at least somewhat in control of where it is going. My hope and faith in people, my will to carry on my Mom’s legacy, and most importantly my perspective is what continues to get me through. I can only hope that reading some of my story can help you put your life into perspective as well.

And if anything, my dreams and aspirations are just that much more within reach. Why? Because I have hit bottom. And life can only go up from here.


The Bachelor finale: who did Ben Flajnik choose? *UPDATE*

Well, well, well… tonight is the big night. Bachelor Ben finally gets to conclude this nightmare he’s been living for the past year or so.

If you’re reading this, then you actually care about this show. And by care I mean you:

  • love to make fun of it & attempt to outwit & outTweet other shameless viewers
  • get ridiculously and dangerously drunk every Monday with the many versions of The Bachelor drinking game
  • are emotionally invested in every season and genuinely care for the well-being of these women (c’mon, really?)

I will admit, I have watched previous seasons & it’s one of my *very guilty* pleasures. It’s so obviously a hot mess, but for some reason so many of us keep going back for more.

The reason I wanted to ramble on about it in this blog is because I still cannot figure out for the life of me WHY ON EARTH Ben even signed up to be the Bachelor in the first place? I would LOVE to hear some of your theories.

I watched Ben get his heart broken on Ashley’s season & it appeared he could not get away from that situation fast enough. He was crushed. Embarrassed. PISSED. And then, BAM. He’s the next Bachelor.

What’s interesting is how he’s gone from being one of the most loved men in the show’s history to one of the most disliked and made fun of dudes yet. Nearly every comment I see as of late is negative.

I mean, I liked Ben during Ashley’s season and I still do. IMHO he’s the most real, down-to-earth bachelors yet. I just think he signed up for more than he bargained for. Ben strikes me as a guy who doesn’t have patience for drama and this show IS drama. So, what did those producers do to get him to say yes?

I’ve mulled it over in my head & I think he did it for the benefit of his company. See, Ben is a winemaker. Since I do like the guy, I’ll link to the website now. I imagine the sales & overall exposure of his company has quintupled since the season premiere. Would I blame the guy if this was his motivation for going on the show? No. Absolutely not. Do I think that was his main motivation? Also, no.

I feel like Ben did want to find love because he found something in himself in his first experience that made him respect the process. I think he was smart enough to know that it wouldn’t be the end of the world if it did not all work out.

So. Courtney or Lindzi? I actually do not have a preference either way. I actually do not hate Courtney with a fiery passion like everyone else does. Sure, she said and did tons of mean and terrible things throughout the season. The way she scrunches up her face was extremely painful to watch at times. But I know how editing can be in the world of reality TV.

Also, she’s a model who has been part of the Hollywood scene before. I’m by no means excusing her actions, but I think she’s formed her hard exterior because women can be so awful to each other. Plus, women are different with their significant others than they are with girls – especially with ones they are competing against.

Lindzi on the other hand seems like an overall easy choice. And since I view her as an easy choice, I don’t think she and Ben could ever work. I don’t think Ben likes that Lindzi had only had one previous relationship. I don’t think Ben likes sitting on the super  high pedestal she placed him on.

Not sure how I will manage through all 3 hours of the finale tonight, but it will be interesting to see if he and the woman he chose are still engaged. Heck, I’m still sad about Ali & Roberdddo breaking up…

*UPDATE* I had already read the spoilers & I think it was obvious who he was going to choose…but now we have seen the proposal between Ben & Courtney.

The After the Final Rose was pretty intense – lots of tears from both sides. It turns out they have already broken up, but are now back together. Time for the final test – to see if things work when the show has ended.

OH! And then there’s US Magazine with pictures of Ben kissing other women… Curious…