Daydreams Diary: Reawakening

UPDATE AS OF 6/8/2019

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We have some great news.

#SleepySundays will resume this Sunday as well as our annual anniversary traditions in July.

I could not be more ecstatic that we can get back to business here at our little home in the clouds. More details soon.

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Daydreams Diary: Journey

Well, I’m not dead.

(Sorry, my dark sense of humor is showing itself.)

August is behind us, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that. Life is something I certainly don’t take for granted. When you lose a lot of people before their time, it has a way of making you appreciate waking up each day.

We went through a significant loss while I was away. This event is not something I could just glaze over, no matter how private a person I may be. Doctors discovered around the second week of last month that I had an ectopic pregnancy. What was then explained to me soon after devastated us as a family. There was no way I could go forth with a healthy pregnancy, and my life was in danger.

I had two options. Both of which seemed terrifying to me at the time. Surgery or a chemotherapy drug called methotrexate. We’d already been in the hospital 13 hours with no food or water. My body was extremely weak and my mind was beyond stressed. I was told surgery was extremely risky because they could open me up and find nothing, since I was only 2 weeks along. There was a considerable risk of me bleeding out. The chemo agent didn’t seem much better as it was explained to me because it is very toxic to your system. I had no other options. I have a (then 8, now 9) year old son I have to think about that very much needs me.

We chose door number two—the methotrexate therapy. The first night was hell. I was shaking uncontrollably from fever chills and I was in pain. My entire body was weak while my mind was a complete fog. Things got better as the days went on, but as my condition improved, a sort of guilt and grief seeped into me at the same time.

I’m still going through it. Though some parts of this story have gotten a little brighter. I no longer need chemo treatments. My hormones are stabilizing and starting to taper off where they need to be. My body is still healing. There’s still some pain, and I still have to go back weekly for blood testing until I’m considered fully “back to normal.” There is so much more to this story. The rest is all I’ve got in me for now, though. I’m mostly anxious to get back to work.

We named her.

Somehow we both know it was a girl. It’s the kind of knowing the women in my family that I’ve spoken about here before possess. “Seeing” as we call it.

Her name is Journey.

I’ll save the meaning behind that for some other time. Though, if you’d like some clues, take a look at this past review, or even better play that game. It’s a beautiful experience you won’t regret, I promise. And you know I’m big on promises.

(Journey screenshots property of ThatGameCompany and Sony Computer Entertainment)

Daydreams Diary: Fight

Plans are just that—plans, and nothing solid.

Not guaranteed.

Though I’m fond of the act of mapping out the road ahead, and trying to see a bit into the future.

There were a good number of designs I had ready last week before our power here cut out during a very nasty storm. I canned more than half of them.

That is unlike me since I try to improve my mistakes before tossing something. Though lately, my heart has been considerably taken out of things. My personal life has been spilling over into my work life in ways that are beyond my control.

My health is still an ongoing, unpredictable issue.

None of that stops things here. I still have a growing business to run and a shrinking community to amuse. Despite that, the people that have always been loyal to me continue to do so. I am amazed by them. A lot of them are artists too, in some form or another, and they have their own set of trials and tribulations to go through yet they still find time to support me—to support us. This is a family business after all.

I plan on introducing you to a new staff before the end of this year, but plans are just that—plans.

One thing I’ve learned in life is anything can change in a matter of seconds. Some things are just beyond our control.

In the face of it all, I will never stop fighting.