Thursday, December 30, 2010

To the Stage...

*Disclaimer- for the yentas- if you feel the need to comment, then do so HERE. My mom doesn't need the phone calls.

Stage left? Stage right? Stage 4. Stage 4 and the show will be closing in 10-14 months.

My dad called and didn't start to cry until he said how much time left he's been given. He's doesn't want me to come home. Not yet. "it isn't time yet..." he said. The "yet" just kinda dropped off.

The last 2 weeks have been a constant roller coaster of emotion. I'm up, down, high, low, rolling in circles. How am I supposed to act? I've cried every day for the last 17 days. I'm trying to be strong for him, but let's face it- I'm not that good an actress, and we all know what's going on.

I can't get that damn Aerosmith song out of my head. I started hearing it the minute we hung up the phone. "I don't want to close my eyes. I don't want to fall asleep cause I'd miss you, and I don't want to miss a thing." He kept saying that he's going to miss our weddings, his grand kids, etc. All these huge events that would be so much better if he is able to share them.

We've seen documentaries and read books about beating terminal cancer with an organic diet and vitamins. I actually do believe in this and I will continue to spread the gospel if it means that I get my dad for longer. I can't stop from being scared and skeptical though, even if it's only for a minute.

Everything is so final. When I left my dad on Monday and came back here I made sure I kissed him and told him I loved him because I didn't know when I would be able to again. Every time I see him now it will be like that and that's not how it should be. For once, I don't want people to say "live each moment like it's your last." Fuck that. It's too soon to be the last. There's way to much to live for.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

On a lighter note...

I thought it might be good to step away from the serious for a minute.

I saw Black Swan the other day with Natalie Portmand and Mila Kunis. Excellent movie, go see it. Yes, I know it's about ballet but trust me- there's something in it for the boys too. Natalie Portman has like 10 movies out right now. I'm uber impressed with this little chosen one. After seeing Black Swan (and sleeping with the light on because I thought something may jump out at me) I started to think about some of her more lighthearted work. So...I present to you- The SNL Natalie Portman Rap. May want to turn the volume down and take the kiddies out of the room. Enjoy :)

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Editor's Note...

This blog has been great two fold. 1) I get to express everything I can't say out loud. 2) For the people who care about me and my family, it' a way to stay informed. However, a recent post of mine has been taken down due to the lines being blurred. While I appreciate everyone's concern, reading about what's going on and calling my mother and sticking your nose in where it doesnt belong are two very different things. So, I'm going to ask the yentas, (annoying gossips) out there to read what they'd like and leave it at that. My mother doesnt need your advice on parenting or your opinions. They are not welcome and shame on you for adding stress to her when it is the last thing she needs.

The whole point of a blog is that it doesnt need to be censored. You all have caused more harm than good.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The apple tree

I hope you know I am who I am today because of you. I wouldn't have it any other way. My blinding support of Chicago sports no matter how bad it gets- that's all you. My stubbornness, yet my yearning for everyone to get along. That's you. Ever since you saw Psycho in the 70's you always open the shower curtain when you're in the bathroom just in case. You never told me that you do that, but did you know that I do it to and I never knew why?

My favorite days were playing catch with you on our street and softball games when you were my coach. I loved that when I was 3 you took me to my swim classes and when i was older you taught me how to ride my bike. It was you that sewed my girl scout patches on, no one else. I like the Beatles because every weekend when we went to McDonald's for breakfast, they were always on the radio.

Remember Dr. Who and "want a jelly baby?" I may be convinced that where my obsession of Jelly Bellies comes from. Or watching Ghost Busters and making sure Slimer wasn't in my closet? You have always encouraged my creativity, my integrity, and my personality.

You have been a fighter for as long as I can remember, and this is no different. This time, I truly believe that your stubborn attitude will work in your favor. You are the peacemaker and the glue that keeps us all together. I hope you know that. I hope you know how much we love you and never have to question it.

I will fight beside you, for you, with you. Whatever it takes, because it's always been what you've done for me.

Monday, December 20, 2010


I don't think there are enough evil words to describe how furious I am. I want to kick someone in the stomach 50 times until they feel a fraction of what I'm feeling right now. I want to throw something and have it break into a thousand pieces that can never be put back together. I want to run as far away from this as I can. So far that I never existed.

I hate the doctors that dance around using big words without actually saying ANYTHING!
I hate the people closest to me who have no idea what I'm going through
I hate the 1 person I needed support from the most for not even attempting to know what I'm going through by reading this or even asking what exactly it is I feel
I hate the selfish people in this family who aren't focused on my dad but more so what everyone else can do for them instead
I hate insurance companies for not understanding their own services
I hate the suburbs because I'm stuck in this room feeling more alone than I can remember
I hate the holiday season and everyone being so fucking happy
I hate myself for discovering that I'm not as together as I had thought I was when I first got here.

I hate the world for doing this to my dad.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Out of this world and into the wild

A family name is a source of pride, no question. Families have creeds, crests, traditions, etc. Anything to basically describe who they are. Since the Seagull by name isn't known as something fierce in the animal kingdom, my family has always affectionately referred to ourselves as something else. MARS- Mark. Abbey. Riky. Sandee. (a family tradition if you will. For example- if you took the first letter of my mom and her siblings, you would get- SPERM. Sandee. Paul. Earl. Ralph. Miriam. An obvious one for 5 kids but I'm not here to judge).

It occurred to me today that maybe we've had it all wrong this whole time. Given our current state of events, (and I can't believe this didn't occur to us before) I decided that we're switching from MARS to RAMS.

A mascot if you will for our plan of attack. A ram technically is a male sheep, but a male ram is a Buck (which sounds better, lets be honest.) The ram is associated with the gods Zeus and Apollo because of its power, fearlessness, force, drive and ability to protect. The ram or Aries is also a fire sign. It was the first sign of the zodiac for it's over abundance of courage. It is the sign of the warrior and it is my dad.

My dad can't do this alone. Since a group of rams are a flock, that's what we are going to be. We are the flock that's going to kick cancers ass and take no prisoners. Together, we can get through this.

Thursday, December 16, 2010


I have a 6am flight to go home tomorrow. I knew I'd come back for weddings, to visit friends, work, etc. Not once did I think I'd have to say "I'm coming home because my dad has lung cancer."

We all know that life eventually comes to death, but no one thinks about when these have the possibility of becoming real. What is this anyway? Cancer- a word that terrifies. I can't possibly be coming home because of it.

I think I was 7 the last time heard my dad cry. He's had lupus since I was little and has always been a fighter. He cried when he was telling me about what Lupus was and what it meant for our family. He cried again today when he actually said it..."I have lung cancer." Four words that are tearing my world apart just at the thought of what they could mean.

Dear Santa, please don't take my dad from me... I don't know what I'd do without him

Tuesday, December 14, 2010


The hardest part about moving away was not being able to be around for everything. I knew it was part of the process, but I truly felt guilty after my mom called yesterday.

My parents have been avid smokers for as long as I can remember, probably for as long as they can remember too. No matter what health risks people take- do you ever notice that they seem to think they are still invincible? My dad had been complaining of neck pain for a few weeks and finally decided to go to the doctor. X-rays showed the issues with his neck, along with a tumor in his lung. He's going back today for a cat scan, but a lung specialist has been called and the term "cancer" was thrown around.

I broke down in my kitchen yesterday screaming in between sobs that I shouldn't be here. I should be at home where I'm needed.

My dad really is an amazing person. He laughed yesterday and said he's too stubborn to get sick and that he still wants a German Shepherd and nothing will get in the way of that. I laughed back because I know how much he wants that dog. Whatever it takes.

Nothing is declared until after test results come back from his appointment today, but I'm terrified. I'm so scared that I'm going to have to lose someone who has always been a hero to me. I honestly don't know what to do except cry and write. There's nothing else I can do. I'm not the type to pray, but I just keep thinking that it isn't the right time for any of this. It's too soon for scares. There's still so much to do...

Tuesday, October 19, 2010


So, every city has characheristics that people refer to and stereotype about. I can talk for days about what Chicago people are like and what we do. Here are a few things I have observed while in Seattle-

1) No one talks about how hilly Seattle is. They ONLY focus on the rain. Hate to say it, but I think the hills mixed with my ghetto '98 Camry are worse

2) The "Seattle Freeze" is true. I asked my manager if it was true. She said a sharp "yes" then quickly walked away. Point proven. The nicest people we've met here are from anywhere but Seattle. Good thing implants run this place

3) I have yet to see a hippie...bummer

4)More shopping malls than Chicago and neighboring 'burbs...insane amounts of shopping

5) You can turn a corner and find the most beautiful view you've ever seen

6) The only take-out food available is asian and pizza (not Chicago style)

7)You have to have a dog. EVERYONE has a dog- best way to meet randoms :p

8) There are national Batista competitions for coffee service and preparation...weird but whatever :)

9) There are 424 Starbucks in Seattle alone. I see signs everywhere- "this way to Starbucks." Unless these signs begin to have 50 arrows each direction, they seem a bit redundant...

10) I'm homesick, but that's to be expected. I do actually like it here

Friday, July 23, 2010

6 days

It's the hottest day of the year in Chicago. Seattle NEVER gets this unbearable- Upgrade!

Our apartment is practically empty. 1 final unsold piece of furniture remains minus a few folding chairs and random junk thrown in corners. Casey noticed yesterday that there's an echo. It's 6 days away and it's all starting to feel very real. It didn't feel real when I agreed to move, not when I told my boss, not even when we signed the new lease. Tomorrow it will become surreal.

Tomorrow all my friends and close family will be coming over to help us celebrate our last few days in Chicago. A full circle since our house warming party 1 year ago, but this time to mark the end end of an era. A drinking extravaganza combined with Seattle themed food. (basically coffee cookies and lots of seafood) I'm praying I don't cry...

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Sweet home, Chicago

I love listening to the sounds of the city. I'm sitting here on my balcony, and I can hear music from Big Star across the street, and I can't help but think about the tiny things that I love about this place. My balcony is one of my favorite places to be- It's where I go when I'm stressed, upset, and happy. Altogether, it's a great place for me. From my balcony in Wicker Park, I often sit (with a glass of wine) and listen to the sounds and watch the city go by.

I have seen and heard some crazy things from this spot- from the first few weeks at this apartment when Katie and I were sitting here around 1AM on a Saturday and heard two guys fighting over this girl. It was hilarious, and I remember thinking, "you can't get this type of entertainment anywhere else." There's that huge bus that would draw a crowd every night, but we never could figure out why. Of course we felt like assholes when we realized it was a church van giving out free medical care...but nonetheless, it was always something interesting to talk about.

I currently live above a 7-11 and have become a regular and favorite customer by the workers- Casey, Katie and I all have been. When I go in for my morning coffee they always ask "how come I haven't seen your husband in awhile?" I just giggle because I'm pretty sure they think we have some jaded threesome living arrangement, but it's actually comforting to know that when I get coffee in the morning- there is someone there that knows me by name and asks how I'm doing.

I'm sure it's weird and a little more sentimental that anyone needs to get about a city, but I just love it here.

Don't get me wrong, I am very excited about the changes that await me, (and even more excited that I will have a balcony that will only become unbearable to use about 17 days out of the year,)but nothing will ever be the same as sweet home Chicago :)

Monday, June 28, 2010

It's official...

Spending all your money
Aint it funny how time goes by
At first you start belivin then youre leaving for no reason
And youre wondering why
So til the morning breaks
Go and make your mistakes
Don't be surprised if your head hurts
Life is for the living, the forgiving and for leaving town alive

I told my boss and I've told my friends. Nothing left to do but pack and figure the rest of my life out.I'm leaving my home and the place that I love for a new adventure. Off to Seattle, a place I never even contemplated going until my Michigan born boyfriend decided he wanted a change. Brought to Chicago for reasons he hates along with the "nomad mentality" he has, has made him pick the West coast....and I am along for the ride.

I know how it sounds, I know how it looks. I've already heard several times over from several people "soooo, you're moving across the country for a boy? Why?" Simple- Why not? I've lived in Chicago most of my life (minus college and a small stint in Tucson, Az), so why not expereince something new with someone I love?

I'll admit it wasnt my first choice, but it's an adventure. But how am I supposed to get outside my comfort zone and see what I really can do if, for just a short time, step outside that zone and see what else there is in life to experience.

I'm exicted, I'm scared, I'm starting anew...