I've always been a sucker for award shows and watched The Emmy's Sunday night. The Emmy's, The Golden Globes, The Oscars, The Grammy's...I'm always watching. Maybe it's to see the latest trends in fashion or to hear the good and bad speeches, but mostly I think I watch to dream. I'm a sucker for the rags to ritches story or the girl discovered at the subway, they get me every time! I always joke that if I ever won a prestigious award I'd say it was in honour of the German-English-Scottish girls out there!! I'd thank my cabbage patch doll for letting me change her name multiple times and ask stationnary company's to print my name on pencils and pens like the Sarah's and Nicole's of this world.
I sort of feel like I go to the award shows all the time. Trying to cover up the real me and smile for others to see. To get compliments instead of sympathy, to feel special, trying to be normal. Crazy thing is that everyone has a struggle no matter what their status. Cancer, depression, arthritis, a peanut allergy....we all have something so why must we cover it up? Those who show their struggles often help someone along the way and probably feel better too. Owning these struggles doesn't make us weak it makes us warriors.
This past weekend I was with my closest girl friends celebrating our 40ths as a group. It was an eye opener for me as my struggles were more apparent than I thought. The fact that I can't eat or drink during a long car ride, the horror of eating out, my energy levels not quite the same and struggling to find common ground. I listen to stories of babies and husbands but when it's my turn to speak, my life revolves around cancer and crohns. Some days I am that warrior I speak of and other days just a wounded soldier still looking for a new base.
I look forward to the days of getting dressed up for an award show because you know you're going to win. You aren't just a spectator you are the winner holding the statue. But nobody wins overnight. The rags to ritches and subway girl are rare so instead tell myself to keep working. The more I learn to own these things, the sooner I'll hold a trophy in my hands. My trophy won't be an Emmy but instead a new healthy life and way better topics of conversation!
XOXO
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Hey, I'm Carly! A 2x stage 3 Vulvar cancer survivor, an extremely rare type of gynaecological cancer. Colostomy surgery and more saved my life! You can follow me on instagram at ostomate_and_the _city or my personal carlyallen75 to see what I’m up to!
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
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