Well, once again, I'm way behind. Life has been running pretty fast, some days I'm not really sure what day it really is. I find myself almost in a panic on Saturday mornings when I've slept a little later than usual and am awaken (as I prefer) by the sun rising through the trees. But I'm hoping, if all goes as planned, that things will change for the better after my next endo appointment at the end of the month. I'm hoping for a medication change that, again I hope, will provide more energy and an over all improvement in how I feel.
But on with the rest of the show...
Speaking of show, well, Jeff's band is really coming along. And I'm not sure how it happened, but in a moment of weakness I found myself saying to the lead singer as she was saying she wished there were other voices on the track that they'd just recorded, "Send me some lyrics and I'll see what I can do to help out." What was I thinking? It's been 25 years since I sang in a group, been 3 years since surgery, and I KNOW I don't have my full vocal range back nor even a forth of my vocal control. But I did it, and now, I too am a part of the band.
It's only been about a month, and boy do my cords feel it. By the end of our weekly practice my throat is so swollen and tender. I have to ban myself from ANY singing for a least 2 days during the week. I gave in once last week on a no singing day, but it was Patsy Cline, how could I not??? LOL I may actually see if I can find a vocal coach who has worked with post surgical clients. I wasn't all that before, but I was better than I am. I'd like to try and at least get back to close to what I had before. I know many never fully regain their singing voice, some never regain any at all. I am very happy and thankful for what I do have. Especially since I NEVER figured I'd ever be where I am today.
Work is stressful. We have moved twice since April. The first moved, while it sucked having to move, I LOVED my tiny cube with a full wall of windows. I am a sun baby after all. To have gone from a dark, dank cube to light, I felt SO much better. I was happier, physically felt better, everything was sunshine and roses. I should have known it wouldn't last. Moved again at the end of August, newer cube, HATE it, too much harsh lighting, even with 2 of the 3 bulbs out of the over head light, no windows, no natural light, just dull, dark, dank cube walls. I can honestly say, it is the LAST place I want to be, and I find it extremely hard to go to work. Today, it was all I could do to not just sit there and cry the whole day and a few times I fought those tears really hard. I have the brain cloud, is there a volcano somewhere that needs a sacrifice??? LOL Joe vs. the Volcano incase you didn't get that one. :-)
So I've been thinking for about 6 months of doing a thyroid cancer photo project. With September being thyroid cancer awareness month, and a fellow cancer survivor sharing her story of how through her cancer the scar that she has on her neck that once stood for something else painful in her life is now a survival scar that she can be proud of. I really feel strongly about this project, once because, everyone's scar and story is different, and I know that, at least for me, knowing what I could look like afterwards was a big help going into surgery. My grandmother and my dad had both had theirs removed. Yet, my scar is completely different from theirs, worlds different. Anyway, I'm still working it out in my head, but I think I might start the project next week, put it out there to the world and see where it goes.
So I have my next endo appt on September 30. I'll let you know how it goes.
So until then, y'all rock on!
Dawn
