The Story – Day 5

Life for our heroine started to get into “that” routine.

There didn’t seem to be any point to university, so she went to vocational school to get an Executive Secretarial Diploma (graduated with Honours and was class Valedictorian, thankyouverymuch) because while she knew the university route wasn’t for her right now – neither was working as a waitress while she “found herself.”

She got a job at a very nice office starting off as the receptionist and worked her way up to Manager of the Business Information Centre. She was now married and looking to start a family. Routines started – worked  Monday to Friday, organizing everyone. Life at home had pretty much become a Meatloaf Wednesday existence.

Fast forward a couple of years – she had a wonderful young son, several successful internet-based businesses under her belt, but something just wasn’t right.

Then poof…

She was a (self-appointed) single mom in a new apartment, no furniture and $500 in her pocket.

No matter – you do what you need to in these situations; you suck it up, put your nose to the grindstone and get one of those… job… things. For a job, it was actually really, really good; satisfying, even. There was hope every day she’d get to drive the Bobcat (yes, our gal took a complete 180-degree turn; do you really think, from what you know of her by now, that she’d do something “normal”?) or demolish something. However, she went and opened her big mouth and showed her intelligence. Now she was doing paperwork again… being pushed into office work. Again.

In a way, it was a blessing when the project finished: she was done, through and needed a break and…

…doctors said: “We think you might have cancer.”

Have you ever had one of those moments in your life when you think “Oh, crap… why have I not lived more up to now? How could I have just let all this time I have been given just… slip away???”

That moment was hers.

For two months between tests and surgery, there were a lot of “Why??” questions. Not so much “Why me?” but more like “Why haven’t I been more active in…?” or “Why haven’t I tried more things?”

She made up her mind to do something wild and crazy for herself if the diagnosis came back positive…