Well before I was diagnosed I had dreams just like everyone else out there. When I was little I wanted to be tri trained , which means paramedic, arson inspector, and a police officer. Well things change and well other things happen.
Unfortunately, ex happens as well as death of family members. Not to mention new loves and children. I only got one of those training taken care of.
So I started off on my new set of dreams. Well after the diagnoses and a swift kick in the back side. I set out for a new set of dreams. One that I hope that makes not only my dad happy, but myself too.
I knew I couldn’t do this on my own , I needed help. I know its cliche however not only my husband and son, were there when they could but I have help with the state in my corner. (Not going to bad mouth this agency they been good so far)
One of my oldest sisters (she passed away in 2020) taught me a long time ago about sign language . I fell in love with it. Even though some of the stuff was incorrect, I still wanted to learn.
So as of March 2022 , I will be going back to school in a program that helps the disabled to try to get back into society. I will be honest, I love school but I’m scared. I know I can do it. Just it seems when I get started on this path something just seems to come up and smack me in the face.
My dream right now is to work on sign language and help cancer patients who are deaf or hard of hearing navigate the system. Later on I would like to work on my psychology degree too.
I honestly hope anyone who reads this or any of my post can see even if you are sick, you can try to accomplish your dreams it might take a bit longer than a healthy person but you will get there.
June and The Woman Who Did 