I am ALL FOR a good venting. It's at least 75% of the reason I continue to write this blog (since my medication generally keeps me from being an at-complete-loose-ends mood-disordered mama).
But sometimes, even though I am pro-vent, I just tire of public venting. My own included. Even this, what I'm typing, is a vent.
A sad, tired vent.
What I have on my mind today is not the rainy forecast for Halloween which is setting people off like I cannot believe. Those who are FOR switching trick-or-treating day. Those who are AGAINST it. I'm reading Team of Rivals about the arguments for and against abolishing slavery in 1854, so anything that is not this intense seems pretty darn childish and fairly surreal.
What I have on my mind is breast cancer, another topic that has gotten all sorts of "debate." People who lambast all the pink colors of October and "Save the Ta-Tas" talk.
I'm certainly no huge fan of pink October since it brings to mind my nervous breakdown of 2004 when I thought nipple eczema from nursing (and complicated by undiagnosed anxiety) was inflammatory breast cancer that ended up with me seeing a surgeon and having a breast ultrasound.
Pink October also brings to mind my own mother's bout with breast cancer and what a scary time that was for my family.
And today, when all I'm hearing and reading is a near-constant bitch-fest over trick-or-treating, a sweet friend of mine attended the funeral for a sweet friend of hers who died this past weekend from metastatic breast cancer.
I hate people who try to give me rational perspective when I'm disgruntled about something. Who try to talk me down from whatever it is I'm going off about. Because sometimes I just need to vent. We all do.
But today, and possibly tomorrow, I'm not going to bitch about much of anything because I bet the kids of the mom who passed this weekend would love nothing more than to trick-or-treat with her in a thunderstorm. I'm not going to bitch about the nerve pain in my shoulder caused by sleeping in a twin bed with my 6-year-old because it pales in comparison to the pain of chemo and radiation and stem cell transplants.
I'm going to be the voice of my own rational perspective. For at least another day.
But sometimes, even though I am pro-vent, I just tire of public venting. My own included. Even this, what I'm typing, is a vent.
A sad, tired vent.
What I have on my mind today is not the rainy forecast for Halloween which is setting people off like I cannot believe. Those who are FOR switching trick-or-treating day. Those who are AGAINST it. I'm reading Team of Rivals about the arguments for and against abolishing slavery in 1854, so anything that is not this intense seems pretty darn childish and fairly surreal.
What I have on my mind is breast cancer, another topic that has gotten all sorts of "debate." People who lambast all the pink colors of October and "Save the Ta-Tas" talk.
I'm certainly no huge fan of pink October since it brings to mind my nervous breakdown of 2004 when I thought nipple eczema from nursing (and complicated by undiagnosed anxiety) was inflammatory breast cancer that ended up with me seeing a surgeon and having a breast ultrasound.
Pink October also brings to mind my own mother's bout with breast cancer and what a scary time that was for my family.
And today, when all I'm hearing and reading is a near-constant bitch-fest over trick-or-treating, a sweet friend of mine attended the funeral for a sweet friend of hers who died this past weekend from metastatic breast cancer.
I hate people who try to give me rational perspective when I'm disgruntled about something. Who try to talk me down from whatever it is I'm going off about. Because sometimes I just need to vent. We all do.
But today, and possibly tomorrow, I'm not going to bitch about much of anything because I bet the kids of the mom who passed this weekend would love nothing more than to trick-or-treat with her in a thunderstorm. I'm not going to bitch about the nerve pain in my shoulder caused by sleeping in a twin bed with my 6-year-old because it pales in comparison to the pain of chemo and radiation and stem cell transplants.
I'm going to be the voice of my own rational perspective. For at least another day.
No comments:
Post a Comment