We all struggle with something

Like many writers, I struggle with writing from time to time. It can be anything from just getting started, to tackling a subject that may be difficult to deal with.  
I knew I wanted to explore the subject of failure, but just couldn't figure out HOW to approach it so I utilized a technique I learned 5+ years ago in a writing workshop; list making.
Armed with my trusty fountain pen, I scribbled across the top of my notepad:
       "Things I've failed at; monumental or insignificant,"
and let the ink fly for about 5-10 minutes.
What I was not prepared for, was what came of it what came next:
  • My balance is a huge FAIL; I trip over my own two feet now!
  • My memory sucks
  • I lose my words/forget what I’m saying in the middle of a sentence, A LOT
  • My vision is failing/night vision is SHOT
  • My body is failing me since I fell so my anxiety is pretty much never in check.
  • I fail at dealing with my *NEW* limitations
  • I failed at remembering my meds
  • I fail at advocating for myself
  • I fail at respecting my boundaries/saying no
  • I lost my patience again today
  • I fail at keeping my mouth shut (arguments)
  • I fail at staying motivated/quit too easily (I suck at sticking with things)
  • I suck at keeping in touch
  • I failed at being an adult for far too long
  • I failed at kindness
  • I failed at being a good daughter
  • I failed at being a good wife
  • I failed at being a good mother
  • I failed at being a better disciplinarian
  • I failed at following my dreams
  • I failed at following through with almost everything I start
  • I fail at having self confidence
  • I fail at making decisions
After making the list I still had ZERO idea where to even start writing!
So, after much ruminating, I returned to my notes from the same seminar and came across an idea I had yet to explore; utilizing a different structure all together: police blotter, want ad, journal entry, and several others.
Ah-Ha, Journal Entry and the recurrent theme(s) that stuck out for me; follow through/quitting, so here goes!

7/2008 Dear Diary,
Today is going to be different!
I know... I've said that before, but THIS time I really mean it!
I have an interview with New York Life & it's actually lunch with one of the partners!
I'll let you know how it goes, G2G, I need to make myself look Gorge!

7/2008 Dear Diary,
Well, the interview was lunch at Fruit & Salad company in Victor and it was AWESOME!
Tim was really sweet and he got a kick out of my irreverent flirty personality.
He even said from now on because of my last name (Zingg) & personality he is going to call me "Sparky"! LOL I know, it made me laugh too!
So much better that the nick names from grade school & high school huh?
Any-who, I have an appointment to meet him again at the General Office to do all of my paperwork, start the process for a background check, etc.
I'm sooo psyched, I'm going to be an insurance agent and make LOTS of money!
Screw Brian & his disparaging remarks about me not making it!
TTYL

8/2008 Dear Diary,
Wow, my insurance classes are ROUGH!
Buuuuuut, I'm the only female, so it's a much better environment than I'm use to.
UGH, none of the petty BS because someone thinks my skirt is too short or too long, my hair isn't right, etc.
Lots of compliments everyday and the ball-busting amongst us is fantastic!

9/2008 Dear Diary,
I'm DONE! I can't friggin do this anymore! 
I have tons of appointments but never close a feckin' sale! I haven't made shit & I'm actually losing money with all of the driving I'm doing!
Screw this, I'm going to apply with Verizion Wireless- I heard they have a lot of paid holidays and paid time off. Oooooo and 1/2 off my cell phone bill too!

9/2008 Dear Diary,
I had my interview & skills test w/VZW and it went GREAT!
I will be in the call center and work 2:30-11. Woo-Hoo no more early mornings except to get the kids to school! I think I've found my new "home" we shall see!

12/2008 Dear Diary,
I've made it through classroom training and it wasn't too bad, the instructors are hilarious & told us about the "ladder of success" we can climb-
Manager/Team Leader here I come!
Oooooo & I get 1/2 off my cellphone bill, not to mention all of the PAID time off we get!

6/2009 Dear Diary,  Well this sucks

I've struggled with "adulting" for the better part of 30 years and though I did my best to inject a little levity to the above "journal," I'm sure you can ascertain that 'Adulting' was not my forte 15+ years ago, and quite honestly I still struggle with it from time to time.
I've done a lot of "internal work" over the years and have come to realize that the growing pains most of us go through during our 20's; discovering who we are, finding our path in life, learning to be independent from our parents, etc. is something I was never afforded.

I was married at 23, and was pregnant soon afterwards, then again 4 years later.
I was a stay at home mom for the majority of that marriage, but it was not by choice; I wasn't allowed to hold a full time job until I finally left him.
I know what some of you might be thinking:
    "You're complaining?", "You get to stay home & don't have to work!" , or "He is supporting you!"

However, I think you missed the most important word "allowed."
I wanted to work, I wanted to contribute to our little family and was not afforded the opportunity.
Granted, I was able to go to cosmetology school & get my license (eventually) but he made it exceedingly difficult to maintain a job.
Fights, accusations of not caring about our child(ren), suddenly having to work a double (later found out it was 100% voluntary & he actually requested the extra hours), and many more manufactured reasons he created for me to call in "sick".

Fast-forward 13 years-

I finally had enough of the control, the lies, the terror, the abuse.
I was tired of living like a virtual prisoner in my own life and needed to reclaim my freedom, so I filed for divorce, left Washington state, and moved back to Western, New York.
Little did I realize, it wasn't that simple-

I had been out of the job market for over a decade and was armed with nothing more than a fart in the wind associates; did I mention I was 37 and had never held a full-time job before?!?
There was no one to guide me or help me navigate this new "normal," I was just expected to already know these things "at my age," yet I felt like a child compared to my contemporaries.

I already mentioned NYLife and VZW, but what you don't know is that I had FIVE more jobs (another call center, bookkeeping, hairdresser, pool store, telemarketing, repair scheduler) before I started to figure things out and went back to school for dental assisting and held 3 more jobs after that!.
That's a grand total of ELEVEN jobs in 12 years!
Translation- I bounced around A LOT, with no clue as to what I should be doing or wanted to do for that matter. I was making it up as I went along and just trying to survive & provide the best I could without a good example to draw from, let alone a healthy role-model to emulate.
It's been 15 years since I left and I'm still trying to find my way and figure it out, but could that be the wrong approach or mindset?
Tom Clancy once said:
    "There are two kinds of people: the ones who need to be told, and the ones who figure it out all by themselves."

Instead, maybe I need to take George Bernard Shaw's words to heart:
    "Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."

I need to stop looking for that elusive path, and just start creating!


What do you love or are currently working towards and does it bring you joy?
DARE to dream BIG and follow your heart!

#LoveAndie

10/27/2018 My father giving my son the following advice:
“Do what you love and you will never work a day in your life!”

Life has a funny way of derailing things

I fully intended on going to my writing workshop tonight, but this crazy thing called getting a kidney stone in SOUTH CAROLINA, derailed my plans.
Why was I in South Carolina you may ask?
Well, I was meeting my biological family for the first time!
AND here comes the adoption themed post...

It all started with an "AncestryDNA" test I purchased June 2015. I cowboy'd up the $99+ s/h, took a leap of faith and waited the 7-10 days for it to arrive.
The days on the calendar sauntered by
Then, lo and behold there it was, a package from Ancestry!
After the initial excitement dissipated, I noticed how small the box was and thought,

"This Lilliputian box was going to unlock ALL of the secrets that were kept from me for the last 44 years?"

I removed the shrink-wrap and inspected the contents and couldn't help but feel- shocked?
I honestly thought there would be more to it, more vials, more chemicals, more instructions, more packaging, more- I don't know, stuff? Instead I found:
       - An instruction sheet with my unique tracking code
       - Small, plastic, test-tube & cap with some sort of funnel doohickey to attach to the top
       - Teeny amount of blue liquid to add to said vial; possibly a stabilizer/preservative
       - Plastic ziplock for spit filled test-tube & Prepaid/return postage box
Didn't they know that this was a potentially, life altering, BIG freakin' deal?!?
They, were going to answers all of the questions I've had running through my mind for the better part of 4 decades!

"Deep breath Andie, let's see how this works."

Munching on some dried mango, I pulled out the instructions and began to read,

"Do not eat, drink or smoke for 30 mins prior to providing sample" I stopped mid chew "SERIOUSLY?!?" *eye roll*

I put the bag on the coffee table and set a timer on my cell. I picked up the instructions and finished reading through them.

"Looks like I have to register the kit, might as well do that while I wait."

I opened the website and went through all of the required steps, then *tried* to start a family tree.
I could feel the anger building in me as I sat there; I was able to add myself, the kids & their father and that's about it. Little did I know in that moment just how long it would take before I could add anyone else to that sad, little "tree".
My phone began to chirp, startling me out of my negative thoughts.
   
"Here goes nuthin'" I muttered to myself. "I can't believe spitting into a little vial and sending it off to some lab could possibly give me what I've only dreamt about. 6-8 weeks and my results will be ready?" I thought with a high level of skepticism.

Fast forward 4 weeks, and BOOM my results were ready!
I opened my laptop, fired up the website, and there was a few hundred "4th cousin or closer" matches.
   
"HOLY CRAP, I have a few HUNDRED relatives I never knew about! A few hundred possibilities of finding my parents" I thought to myself.

I began combing through all of the information and discovered that I had no idea how to even sort all of these matches! There was no way to ascertain whether they were maternal or paternal relatives.
I liken it to walking through a grove of aspen trees and being tasked with the job of picking up all of the fallen leaves and matching them to not only the right tree, but the right limb and branch and correct spot on that branch. It was all so overwhelming; I stared blankly at the page and cried.
I was so incredibly happy that I had all of these family members right in front of me, but I also had no idea who they were or how we were related.

I sent message after message to other members that were a genetic match, and plead my case;

"DNA says we are related, so Hi Cousin?"
"I'm adopted and looking for some help in figuring out how we are related/connect.
I would like to build my family tree and figure out who I am, where I came from, and finally be able to give my children their history/roots."

I hit a lot of dead ends, and had a lot of well intentioned people telling me to request my original birth certificate. They had no clue that New York is a closed record state, so that information is not available to me. All I had was non-identifying information from the adoption agency.

Fast Forward again... A 4th cousin match reached out and we began to message each other. We found that we had a connection almost immediately; we had so many parallels in our lives. After a few months of emails, and phone conversations we started making plans to possibly meet in person. Our schedules were compared and it looked like May would be a great time to visit. Darroch & I would drive to Milford, PA to meet our cousins.
To think it would be the first time since I was born that I would be in the same room as blood relations. The enormity of it all was overwhelming at times.

Rae and her mom Karen came to the hotel we were staying at and it was all tears from me.
Many take for granted the simple act of hugging a relative, and think nothing of it. This was the first time aside from my children that I was hugged by MY family, my blood, my kin.
We noticed right off the bat the resemblance, it was uncanny! Granted, we are only 4th cousins (we share a Great, Great, Great Grandparent) but it was just so striking how the mannerisms, personality and so many other traits were shared between all of us.
THEN, we met more family; to be specific, Rae's son who looked so much like mine son that is was almost freaky! It was an incredible Memorial Day weekend full of so much love and acceptance.

You've probably been wondering how a trip to Pennsylvania in May of 2015, a Kidney stone & South Carolina October 2018 comes into my missing week 2 of "Voices & Visions"...
I'm getting to that now *wink*.

Fast Forward one last time to June 2018, and I'm doing my best to live my life, and deal with this shitty kidnapping called Breast Cancer.
Just like any other random day of the week, I would open the app for the DNA site to check and see if I had any new matches.
   
"900+ 4th cousin or better matches?!? Wow, this is crazy!" I whisper to myself.

I start to scroll past my children's results then see I not only have a first cousin match, but she has messaged me; Sydney M. from South Carolina!
We began messaging and comparing the story I have about my "beginnings" with her various family members. After much back and forth, she and her mom lead me to how we are connected; her uncle is my father!
These two amazing women solved the riddle I had longed for my entire life,
Here it was, another instant, undeniable connection I had never felt before. A sense of belonging washed over me as our "email" conversations went on.
Then I got the HUGE blessing of talking to my Aunt Elise (Sydney's mother, my father's sister) on the phone. I will never forget one of the first things she said to me,

"To deny you, would be to deny ALL of my nieces and nephews, and I just can't do that. I love you Andie"

The emotions that washed over me were indescribable. Not only did I have a cousin and an Aunt that wanted to know me, but they loved **ME**, broken, rejected, discarded me. It was the balm I didn't know my soul needed until that call.

As I continued to recover from surgery (bilateral mastectomy) and mentally prepare for chemo, our conversations led to when we should meet. Sadly, we came to the realization that our "reunion" would have to wait until after all rounds of chemo were completed and I got the thumbs up from my oncologist due to my compromised immune system. In the meantime, it would give my father some time to get use to all of this.
Margot (bio-mom), never told him about me so this was a HUGE shock that he had to process before he was ready to have any kind of contact. I completely understood, and never wanted to disrupt anyone's life, I just wanted answers and to know what was denied me, my entire life.

Then the day came...
I got to hear my father's voice for the first time, just after my first chemo infusion. We had been emailing each other for a couple of weeks, and I think we both felt confident enough to have a phone conversation!
Hearing his voice was music to my ears; the gentle drawl, the tone of his voice, and his snarky sense of humor all melded together into this voice that I could not get enough of. I loved this man & I had yet to meet him. He never knew of my existence but he was willing to take this journey with me and see where it leads.
We decided upon upon the end of October, since it would be 6 weeks after my last round of treatment and my immune system would be in good enough shape for the trip.

The big day came, October 25th. We left Rochester and drove 12 hours to South Carolina to meet MY family!
My Amazing Aunt was so generous and hosted us in her home for the duration of our stay. To say it was the most amazing 5 days of my life, would be a gross understatement!
I met my Aunt Elise first, and she is a pistol! I now know where my personality comes from.

"You come by it honestly", she would reply when I would notice another shared trait.

I can't put into words what that first meeting was like. So many emotions, feelings, thoughts; I felt such deep, abiding love for this woman and so much love & acceptance in return.
I had "come home" and returned to the fold. I no longer felt so- alone.
The next day, I got to meet my father Sid and my 1/2 sister Emily. The mannerisms are uncanny! One thing that David & Darroch picked up on right away was the way Emily & I both begin to tear up, it's the same exact facial expression! The sense of humor between Dad, Emily & I is just remarkable, and we share so many traits. My big, blue eyes for instance are a family trait.
We spent most of the day Friday enjoying each other's company, getting to know each other, and capped it off with dinner out. It was such an amazing first meeting.

The next day (Saturday) the five of us spent time exploring the area; we saw the neighborhood(s) where my Dad, Aunt & Uncle grew up, their old stomping grounds, then a trip to the family cemetery. Some may think this was an odd excursion, but to me it was like walking through a history book. I saw the graves of family members who were Confederate Soldiers, their wives, their children. I saw my direct lineage right there in front of me in 3D, I couldn't choke back the tears any longer.

My family came over on the Mayflower, they signed the Mayflower Compact, they fought in the Revolutionary War, War of 1812, the Mexican-American War, the War of Aggression (Civil war), and almost every war since. I even have a relative (through marriage) that was responsible for opening Japan to the West with the Convention of Kanagawa in 1854 (Commodore Perry).
I was standing amongst people of character, principles, honor, who made history.
These were my ancestors, I walked amongst them, and I was humbled.

Sunday we had a "Southern Family Dinner", and met even more family members!
Uncle Butler, Aunt Grier (Dad's brother & Sister-In-Law), their children & grandchildren, and finally Sydney who's DNA kit was the reason we were all gathered.
When I say she is Sunshine in human form, I mean it. Her eyes hold her mother's mischievous glint, that dance when they smile, and is the epitome of a Southern Young Lady. I can't wait to meet her sister Carson; a gal that is not far from her mountain bike and I suspect she shines when she is with Mother Nature.
I slept so well that night and it might have been the best night of sleep I've ever had. I felt safe, protected and finally loved unconditionally.

We were all packed and ready to leave the next morning (10/29/18) when I woke up in the worst pain I had ever felt in my lifetime. This pain was worse than childbirth or my bilateral mastectomy!
David, Aunt Elise & Darroch were worried it was my appendix so 911 was called, an ambulance came & I was carted off to the local hospital and was treated for.... you guessed it, a Kidney Stone!
By the time I was released, it was too late to head home and we were all exhausted from the stress, so ended up staying an additional night, THEN drove home the next morning.
The journey back to NY was filled with remembered moments, family trait comparisons, and happy tears.
Suffice it to say, it was a beautiful beginning to a story 47 years in the making.

#LoveAndie
Dad giving much needed advice 10/27/2018

*Written 11/2018, Reformatted 1/2024

My brain is not braining

Where do I even begin?
I haven't been very honest lately, so time to fess up.
For those of you that don't know, I had a bad fall in February 2020 that has cranked up the anxiety to a whole new level.
Long story short, I slipped and fell on some black-ice just outside of the entrance to the building I worked at and smacked my head pretty bad (ended up being a workman's comp case).
I have been diagnosed with: Post-Concussion Syndrome, Cognitive Communication Deficit, Post Traumatic Headaches, Benign Proximal Positional Vertigo, Tinnitus, Blurred Vision, Chronic Neck & Back Pain, to name just a few of the resulting conditions. All of which has left me 100% disabled and unable to work ever since.
As if the financial burden of Breast Cancer wasn't enough, this fall has really screwed things up even further!
Now, I deal with quite the cornucopias of symptoms on a DAILY basis; here are some/just to name a few:
  • Headaches
  • Memory issues
  • Confusion
  • Losing my words (worse than tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon)
  • Forget what I’m saying/talking about in the middle of a sentence
  • Balance issues
  • Foggy/in a daze
  • Feelings of disconnectedness where my visual perception of things is skewed
  • Lightheaded/Dizziness
  • Extreme mood swings (till I got on pretty much the highest does of Bupropion available)
  • Cognitive/Processing issues; if there is too much stimulus at any given time I get very disoriented and shut down or am “shot” for the day. Doctor appointment days SUCK
  • Chronic neck & back pain that is relieved by alternating Chiropractic adjustments & Massage therapy (one or the other EVERY week)
  • Sleeplessness due to pain & headaches
AND so much more! Good times huh?
I've been doing my best to just suck it up and deal with it, but that just isn't cutting it anymore.
At least with Breast Cancer & "Chemo-Brain" it was finite, something that had a beginning & end to it. This? This just keeps dragging on day after day after day with no definitive end in sight.
The worst part is the short-term memory loss; there have been several times now where I have forgotten full-blown conversations with David and it's effecting all facets of my life.
I ask the same question more times than I should because I have forgotten the answer and I KNOW I'm doing it, I know I'm forgetting what ever the information is that I was seeking.
Composing something as simple as a text message takes much longer than it ever use to, and forget email, I just don't do it anymore.

I'm at a loss and suspect this is as good as it gets.
David sees it because he is with me day in & day out; he sees the difference in my personality, my ability to process things, etc.
This is not a "getting older" thing because it was literally over night.
One day I could handle multiple tasks and keep so many "balls-in-the-air" at one time, to PFFT!
I'm lucky if I can remember what I was doing five minutes ago!
Writing has been hit or miss for me as well; some days it just flows effortlessly and others I struggle to spell even the simplest of words.
I can look at something several times and know there is SOMEthing wrong with it but can't for the life of me, figure out what it is.
It's like my brain just isn't-- braining?

I was never a chronic complainer about physical aches and pains.
I mean let's be real, I survived Brest Cancer for Fuck Sake!
I had a bi-friggin-lateral mastectomy, I had both of my breasts AMPUTATED.
They removed ALL of the tissue down to the damn muscle. Lymph nodes were also removed so I can never have an IV or my blood-pressure taken on my left side EVER again because will blow-up/fill with fluid which can be rather painful!
Let's put it this way- I was a dumb-ass and got a tattoo on my left forearm and didn't think it would be a big deal because it was my lower arm. 
Jesus, Mary & Joseph was I wrong!
My upper arm and armpit swelled up, MY ARMPIT! Who would have thought your armpit could swell up?!?

This crap with my fall has put me in a headspace that I have never been in before-
Doctors can't tell me when I will be back to my old self.
My Neurologist in NY couldn't tell me IF I would ever be 100% again because I essentially suffered a mild TBI; the MRI was clear but she said that doesn't show all trauma/there was no life threatening brain bleed.

I share all of this with you to explain my absence and why I haven't been active on my blog for a hot minute.
My sense of humor is quasi intact, it just takes me A LOT longer to get from point A to point B intellectually or catch on to what is being discussed.
I've gotten rather adroit at covering for myself when I have no clue what is going on/my brain has stopped processing and thankfully there is no test on what happened the day before because I would be hovering around the D-D+ range.
I guess all of those years pretending to be a ditzy-blonde to make my friends laugh has become my reality.


Remember, you are Imperfect and that is absolute Perfection!
One of my many appointments after my fall in February 2020.
URMC hospital Rochester, NY

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