Round 2 - Me:3 Tumor:2

You know I love my sports analogies so I thought since I'm in a fight that boxing would be appropriate. I won't say this is the fight of my life but I'm definitely dealing with an opponent I haven't dealt with before.

Last week was my first week of treatment. I had an allergic? I guess you could say it was an allergic reaction to the meds. Luckily, the nurses were able to stabilize me really quick. My body was literally having a one-sided conversation with me.

"Look man...I don't know what the hell you are doing but this shit here you're putting in? Me no likey." No shit Sherlock. I don't particularly want to give it to you but in order for me to evict the Squatter (I got names on end for this thing in my chest) you have to deal with it. So take your medicine and STFU!

C'mon now. The fight is just beginning. The Squatter isn't happy and nobody really cares but I have to contend with other individuals. Let's start with work. I don't know if I even told you all about the bullshit I endured the weekend before I started treatment. For some reason, people don't adhere to personal protected health information. A co-worker of mine decided to take it upon herself to fish around for information about my health by asking anyone within her asking radius. I will concede the fact that she did so after a person in a leadership role was gossiping about it with another co-worker. Now, I don't know about you but as a leader...gossiping about my health is not your damn business. Have you heard of HIPAA?!? Do I need to re-educate you on how much you can get fined for running yo damn mouth? Wanna hear some irony...while she flapping her damn gums about my condition, she had her own health procedures done that HAD to be kept confidential because she didn't want to be judged about the surgical procedure she had done. I wanna be real with you as my audience. I don't like to play the race card but considering this person's "paint job" (skin color for those who aren't familiar with the term), I speculate her information was more important than my cancer diagnosis.

SIDE NOTE: Just because I'm black doesn't mean you can treat me with disrespect when you're expecting it in return. Just because I am black doesn't mean you can disregard my health information and go talking about it because you can. I got something for you.

Also, her health is more important than me getting infused with poison because she had me running around the damn lab. Just tired from treatment while she kept her fat ass glued to a damn chair. Not once did her ass ask how I was feeling or even show a bit of empathy. Nooooo, she didn't want to work my area so she had my sick ass just bouncing all over the damn place. Thank God I didn't fall out or else I would have told her that she can take her damn weight loss and stuff it where the sun doesn't shine!!! Want a free piece of advice? Too bad gonna give it anyway. A leader looks after their subordinates. They don't put their feelings or wants before others. You do what's best for them regardless of how times have changed. When you put their needs first, I guarantee they will work for you and hard, too. *eyeroll* Ole' Jack Sprat wife ass.

Second, my next battle...I bought a piece of furniture from Wayfair. If you're in the market for furniture, make sure you go somewhere with a decent delivery service. I bought my piece from them thinking that I would get some truly quality furniture for a decent price and free delivery. The delivery I got was definitely free. The guys were high as a damn kite and didn't want to work. They wouldn't try the different scenarios. They just dropped my chair off. They didn't even have their own tools. Gonna ask if I had a drill? Uh what!?! No sir! How about you get yo ass your own damn tools??! What you think this is? Ace Hardware? Acme?!? I'm not a damn rental hardware store. Bitch, you wouldn't even take my damn chair down the stairs and you wanna ask me for some tools to put it together?! You done lost yo damn mind!

My manager who I think is a true Godsend came over with her husband to try and get the piece where I wanted it but to no such luck. The piece is too big for the stairs going down. I want to remove my banister but I think the pivot prevents the process. Either way...THAT'S a DAMN LEADER! She recognized my distress and tried to find a solution. Not sit on her ass like the shift lead who has had plenty of practice sitting on her ass and not shoving her damn plate away from her face!!! Yeah I'm still salty. Probably gonna get a few more jabs in the post when I can get them.

I gave Wayfair the worst customer rating and responded to the guest experience survey. Got some credit back on the chair. Still waiting for them to schedule a revisit. Probably won't be getting that email. I am basically relegated to leaving that piece of furniture where it is. Damn delivery folks. Can't stand them. Can't get no good service. Can't give yo ass no spare change either. So don't ask and don't come back.

Third and final battle...

God and I are not communicating like we should. I've asked him several times about what I did to warrant this. He won't speak to me. My pastor and church group have been very diligent about saying God is with me. I believe that. I do. This is the only time where I compare myself with others. I don't like silent treatments. Great in giving them but to be on the receiving end of them? Not fun. Not cool. I'm sure He has told me through my own words why I was chosen for this. I won't lie. I'm a very self-aware person. I talk about people and I do it often for fun. People call it judging. I call it people-watching. I just comment on what I see. I'm an equal opportunity commentator. If it looks pleasing, I will say so. If it isn't, I'll say so as well. I don't discriminate. No matter how much Honey BooBoo at my job doesn't think I like her. I don't. She doesn't speak. She has tried numerous ways of getting me in trouble. I just wish she would say she doesn't like colored people. That way, I know what I'm dealing with and I can move accordingly. Maneuvering around food and fat isn't my place to navigate especially in the workplace however, it seems like a CandyLand kind of environment. SEE!!! That right there. That entire diatribe about Kool-Aid woman is probably why I am in this treatment seat. Me and my thoughts as well as my mouth. Again, I told you I am self-aware. I know it isn't nice and I should just leave it alone. Pray about her and leave her to God to handle her. I struggle with my immediate reactions. Where is the battle? The battle is the fact that I know myself well and I know that I vent by talking about people. There are those who are exempt. Once you've struck out three times, all bets are off like DraftKings. Again, I need to stop and take a breath. Either way...Those are just samples of what I deal with.

I pray you all have a blessed week...Until next time.