I started my treatments, with no sweet clue of what was to come. Finally, after many months, it was time for me to have my first egg. Now, I know what you're thinking. First egg?! Really? Yup. It's true. My entire life, I lived in mortal fear of eggs and potatoes. In hindsight, it sounds terribly dramatic but, that was how it was. So, i ate it, cried a lot, and didn't die. That's the thing about this crazy ride. I never knew how all of my emotions had been tied up in this fear that I carried around with me for 30 years, and when I let it all go, everything changed. For the first time in my life, I was healthy. And lost. Who was I if I wasn't fragile and limited? For at least a year after "the cure" I had, what could only be defined as, an identity crisis. During that time, I struggled to find myself and my place, not only in the world, but in my family. Sadly, some places are easier to find than others. Fortunately, I came out strong with a real assurance that there was nothing that I couldn't handle. So far, so good.
From there my life went on in a new and exciting way. I wanted to try everything! I ate at every restaurant that I could afford and I tried to buy a new food every time I'd go to the grocery store. But, the real surprise (other than cheesecake. Blech!) was that I wasn't afraid of a lot of things that had nothing to do with food.
Next on the list. Singing. My dream from a very young age seemed almost tangible. I found a new confidence in my ability to entertain than I ever thought possible. That takes us to today. These days, I'm singing every chance I get. It seems like things are really going my way. But, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that, in the back of my mind, I worry that all of this will be taken away from me. That this is all a dream. Please. Don't pinch me.
Come and be a part of my story. I will be singing this Friday, February 25th, at The Alibi in Charlottetown, P.E.I., from 6:30 to 9:30. Hope to see you there!
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