Jason Cotton's Blog
My Fight, My Life, My views on life
In love
Being in love is a wonderful thing.
Days like this
Days like this I’m happy that I have such good friends and people who love me. Today was a very shitty day in everything non medical. From waking up late to car problems then major issues at work. Some of it I could control but most of it I had no control over.
I started to go down the old road of anger and stress and let it get to me and effect me. Right when it was starting to get to me though my phone chirped. Right at the perfect time I was told to let it go and that I was better than all that was going on and not let it get to me. There was a lot more said but I won’t bore you with it. It was hard to do but I listened to her. Instead of getting mad I just let it go. Does itbstill bother me? Yes I’m only human but I’m not letting it rule me and ruin the rest of my life. Because she was right. All of that petty stuff just isn’t worth it. Her love and advice were. I chose to hold onto that and had a decent day.
Thanks Booboo
What is different?
What is different in my life? As of tomorrow I’ll be in remission for 10 months. I’m almost at the halfway mark for the longest remission I’ve been in. So what’s so different this time around then the last? The simple answer is me the not so simple answer is many many things. Love, family, friends, roommates, the list goes on. I don’t think it’s any one thing I think it’s a combination of it all.
One bit of advice I can share, don’t give up on your dreams boys and girls. Dreams do come true. For a long time I thought I was holding onto a fantasy that could never come true but in the last few months I’ve had two dreams come true for me.
One I’m healthy again and I’ve beaten the odds again.
Two I’m in love and she’s in love with me. Even with all of my faults.
Enjoy life boys and girls, I am.
Life
Why did I get cancer? I dont know. All I do know is I got it and it was a son of a bitch. Why did I survive when so many haven’t? I can’t answer that question either.
Have I touched others with my fight? More than I ever thought.
Just last night I was reading comments and a bartender looked at my tablet and asked if I knew Jason. I responded that I’d hope so since I was Jason. She started to cry and came around the bar to hug me saying thank you for saving her brother. He’d been diagnosed with TC and was giving up when a nurse gave him a link to my chaotic ramblings I call a blog. He read my story and found in himself the reason to fight. Who would of thought?
This blog was and is a gift from Jeremy Simpson, as a birthday present and a place for me to vomit my story. He hosts it and helps me make it what it is. Its only my words without his gift and work this would be nothing.
***Edit by Jeremy*** Bullshit. You could have told your story anywhere and inspired people.
Rings
Why do I wear rings? I’m not married so I don’t wear one on my left ring ringer but I’ve worn them on every other finger. Why? A fashion statement? Umm have you looked at me lately and realize I know little and care less about fashion. It all started with a frins named Tyler he got me a ring that was his view of life. 3 silver strands, him, me, and God. He made me promise I’d wear it always until he was with God.
I wore that ring for three years before Ty lost his fight, now Teresa watches over that very special ring.
Others knew the story and over time rings have been worn and passed on. Each representing a soul. The three I wear now, silver Braided ring from Jackie she is still fighting now for 2 years, the one with strength and sanctity is from a non cancer patient but she’s lived with it for 7 years now and she is part of my strength and sanctity. I hope I never have to remove it. The titanium smaller ring is my soul. When I’m finally gone it will either be on my sisters hand or My offspring whether they be of my blood or not.
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