As a newly single Mom when I went back to school, I went for practical reasons. I went for a degree in nursing, not for passion, but as a way to support myself and little girl. I soon got a job at a local clinic were the pay wasn't top notch but they'd pay tuition cost for me to go and receive my practitioner's degree. All was going well until about 6 months later when my Dad got the news that he had cancer. I grabbed up my daughter and flew from California to Michigan to be with and take care of my Dad. The whole situation was stressful for everyone, especially my Dad. After over a year and a half of treatment my Dad was given a clean bill of health and all was kinda well.
After watching someone close go throw what I was supposed to do as a career for the rest of my life, I burned my degree in the backyard. For the next couple of years I waitressed and had other odd jobs here and there. When I finally deceided I could afford to go back to school, I went with passion this time. I'm working on becoming a pastry chef.
The news came about a year ago. After 3 years in remission the cancer was back. I'd been flying back and forth trough out the year, trying to keep everything in balance. Now what ?
I know, as well as my Dad, that his chances this time around are not leaning in his favor.It was difficult, to say the lease, to get my Father to go through with any type of treatment the first time and he's having none of it this time, which I do respect.
But as I sit around my 150+ packed boxes, waiting for the U-haul next week I feel so fucking selfish. Yes I'm upset that I have to leave school, sell my house,and I'm pissed I have to move to Michigan ( no offense ) and I'm pissed that the only reason why I have to do these things is to help and watch my Dad die.
After watching someone close go throw what I was supposed to do as a career for the rest of my life, I burned my degree in the backyard. For the next couple of years I waitressed and had other odd jobs here and there. When I finally deceided I could afford to go back to school, I went with passion this time. I'm working on becoming a pastry chef.
The news came about a year ago. After 3 years in remission the cancer was back. I'd been flying back and forth trough out the year, trying to keep everything in balance. Now what ?
I know, as well as my Dad, that his chances this time around are not leaning in his favor.It was difficult, to say the lease, to get my Father to go through with any type of treatment the first time and he's having none of it this time, which I do respect.
But as I sit around my 150+ packed boxes, waiting for the U-haul next week I feel so fucking selfish. Yes I'm upset that I have to leave school, sell my house,and I'm pissed I have to move to Michigan ( no offense ) and I'm pissed that the only reason why I have to do these things is to help and watch my Dad die.