Moving forward is a decision…

 At some point you need to decide to get over it. Nobody likes a victim. I’m in no way downplaying the significance of everything changing. It’s hard but it is a choice at some point. It’s been like eight years and I’m deciding now to move on. Brain cancer isn’t going to define me. I’m not in a place (and I’m not sure I’ll ever be) that I could actually read somebody else’s story about becoming disabled. Too much has happened and I can’t help but think of what I went through. 

I visited my cousin in a nursing home and boy was I triggered. He had a stroke and a heart attack. He could have died. He has been living in a nursing facility for years. He was also in the military so he actually fought for this country and now he’s in a VA nursing home. He’s bed ridden and can’t talk. I can relate but at least I can still talk. Could you imagine being trapped inside yourself?

The way that veterans are treated is downright shameful. These people are willing to sacrifice themselves just so Americans can enjoy freedoms and the country does nothing for them upon return. Trump went into a military cemetery and gave a thumbs up for a PHOTO OPPORTUNITY.

 My cousin was in a section of the nursing home where people couldn’t get up and go to the bathroom. Every patient wore diapers so the hallway smelled strongly of urine. I saw a guy who had obviously been placed in a common room completely bent over with his head on a table while he sat in a wheelchair. As I was trying to leave a lady questioned my ability to do so! She was doing her job but damn. It sounds like a nightmare…You try to leave but they won’t let you go.