So, I’m Kate. Most people looking that this will probably already have a basic understanding of who I am, but in case someone has wandered on here I’ll give the run down. I’m 29 years old, I work as a social work case manager for the Felony Mental Health Court, I live in Houston with my husband, sister, dog, and three cats (only two are ours). I have a masters degree in psychology and a bachelors degree in … psychology… I don’t want this to have an AA feel to it, but “Hi I’m Kate and I have metastatic stage 4 melanoma.”
That’s your basic information. Also, I am usually very stringent about writing rules. I was chastised repeatedly in my academic career for “writing like you talk.” For the purpose of this I will be writing like I talk. Assume that everything you read has a sarcastic tone.
This will be a place for everyone to get updates on my medical status, how I’m feeling, what my treatment options are, etc. As much as I love everyone and deeply appreciate everyone asking about me, I get really tired of explaining it over and over again. This isn’t meant to offend anyone (you will know it when I’m being intentionally offensive), but just on days that I can’t talk about it anymore I will refer you to here. Already I have had such a HUGE outpouring of cards, text messages, facebook messages, and a variety of goodies, I know I am blessed. I live 5 minutes away from the best cancer treatment center in the world, I have an oncologist in the family, and my treatment team is AMAZING. Although my doctor is perpetually telling me I’m taking things “really well” not in like a “whew I’m so glad she’s taking it well,” more like, “WTF is wrong with this chick, does she not speak English, BITCH THIS IS BAD!!!” I don’t think I’m taking things really well, I just don’t want to dwell on things I can’t change. I’m not really interested in hearing the doom and gloom of it all, I just want to have a plan.
Also, just so everyone knows I’m not dying (yet). I don’t plan on dying anytime soon, but I’m also not afraid of death. I could walk out in front of a bus tomorrow. Bad things happen to good people, good things happen to bad people. I can’t get hung up on that. I can only try to make my life and my place in this world worth while. As young as I am I have had a more fulfilling life and a bigger impact on my community than a lot of people do in their whole lives. So I really can’t complain. I have a lot left I want to do, and living is a choice that I have made; really I made that choice a long time ago, which is why I don’t worry about dying. I’ve worked in schools, in peoples homes, with families, with children, with inmates, with mentally ill people, with homeless people, I know I’ve touched a lot of live and impacted my community for the better.
Another key thing about me, which most of you know, is I don’t believe in beating around the bush. I’m pretty honest with myself and definitely honest with other people and think that trying to mind everyone else’s feelings only leaves room for confusion. How much more productive would your meetings be if everyone just came out and was honest about how they are feeling or what they think about something? (this is also why I don’t get invited to meeting where important people need to have their feelings monitored by everyone else in the room, but I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut if there is a free lunch in it for me.)
I hope this gives everyone a good impression of me and my style. Check back here in future days/weeks for updates. My wonderful and amazing web designer husband is helping me with this, b/c I don’t work technology well. I do write in shorthand too, sorry if this is confusing to you.
* I will also make a disclaimer for anyone who would like to use this as an opportunity to steal my identity or find my house and break in, in both instances you will be disappointed. For some reason a major medical condition and a whole lot of education doesn’t really bump you up the financial ladder.