Sunday, July 12, 2015

A Tale of Two Pictures

It has been awhile since I have written a blog post. So much has happened in my life, that I have totally neglected my blog. Life has been very up and down, but all in all, I am satisfied with the way it is headed. With that said, last night I was watching television when my phone dinged with a new text message. One of my good friends sent me this picture:



This picture was taken about 12 years ago. So many thoughts flooded my head when I saw this pic. My first thought was "Wow. I look so different. And look how big that smile is. I look like I didn't have a care in the world." I looked thru my phone to find a recent pic of myself to compare it to this one. Here is a pic from Friday night.

Now as you look at this picture you are probably thinking "Umm...looks like the same person to me." But as you look at the two pictures you see that 1. I have considerably less hair. 2. Look at the size of my chest! Good grief! 3. I am considerably smaller in the first pic. As I look at the two images, I see a tale of two Kendra's. Not just in age, but in life experiences. Let me introduce to each one of them.

The first Kendra. She is a very shy girl. She loves to read. Some of her favorites include Eric Jerome Dickey, Zane, Carl Weber, and Terry Mcmillan. Her self confidence is not the greatest, but she doesn't let it show. In the pic, she is smiling so brightly. Brightly to hide the pain.She is smaller, not because of diet and exercise, but because she is sick. She has Crohn's. A very severe case of it. She is weighing a very heavy decision. Does she have the surgery that will remove her colon and place her with a permanent ileostomy? Or does she leave her diseased colon in so that she won't have to wear a "bag"  the rest of her life? She knows that the decision she makes may dictate the rest of her life, but she is too worried about boys. She is dating, but no one serious. She lives at home with her parents. She can only work part time because of her illness. She goes to church every Sunday and she prays every day. She is hopeful, but she is depressed. Will she ever get better? Since she has been 12, she has been sick. She doesn't know what it's like to be in remission. She was homeschooled for the majority of high school. The geeky girl who sleeps with a bear named Snuggles. He provides her comfort when her friends aren't around. He has always been there for her. Since the day she picked him out of a box of toys. She knew theirs would be a friendship that would last forever. Every time she was in the hospital, he had to be there. He was her comfort. The only thing that kept her company when she was feeling down. She has friends, but they don't come around much when she is sick. She shuts them out. They don't know what it is like to be the "sick girl." Thoughts of suicide run thru her mind. It would be easier on her parents. Not having to take care of a sick child for possibly the rest of their lives. She doesn't want this to be her life, but hope is starting to dwindle. She goes to a therapist, but he doesn't listen. He thinks she needs to be committed. She is a danger to herself. Her dad refuses to have her committed. In a conversation with her doctor, her father says "If you fix her body, she will fix her mental. Her mood is based on her illness. You make her well, she will get better." He believed she would get better. But did she believe it?

The second Kendra. She is still shy, but she has come out of her shell. She still loves to read, but her favorites have changed. Bell Hooks, Patricia Hill Collins, and Audre Lord are now sitting on her bookshelf. Her self confidence is not the greatest, but she doesn't let it show. She could still be sick. But she isn't. She is in remission. Has been in remission for 15 years. She decided to have the surgery. She now sports a "bag" she affectionately named "Lisa." Why you ask? Even she doesn't really know. She just likes that name. She hasn't dated in a long time. She still has anxiety about her ostomy, but she knows that if a guy can't accept Lisa, then he can't accept Kendra. It is a package deal. Kendra had to have a hysterectomy when she turned 30. Another hard decision she had to face in her young life. She had to have two surgeries to get rid of two very large Volleyball sized cysts. If she made the decision to keep her lady parts, she would have kept getting cysts and ran the risk of having ovarian cancer. She lives by herself in a whole new city. She is able to finally hold down a full time job. Snuggles is at home with her parents. She still misses him, but she knows that he is well taken care of. She still gets depressed, but not because of her illness. Her job puts her thru changes, but she is thankful that she has one. She can't get those lost, sick years back, but she knows that she needs to live her life to the fullest now. As she looks at the first picture, she sees a woman who is strong, determined, intelligent, and hopeful. She wouldn't change the journey she has been on. Would she like to be that size again? Sure, but she likes her size now. Her hair is way shorter, but she likes rocking the short, natural look. And the boobs? Well, let's just say she thinks that the doctor gave her boob job when she had her hysterectomy. "Let's take out the ovaries and give her breasts. That'll be a fair trade." 

As I sit here and look at both pictures again, I look at the smile. Even in sickness and in health, my smile is still wide. Through good times and in bad, my smile is still wide. The two Kendras have been on incredible journeys, but at the end of the day, the smile is still wide. As Groucho Marx said, "Smile though your heart is aching. Smile, even though it's breaking. When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by. If you smile through your fear and sorrow. Smile and maybe tomorrow, You'll see the sun come shining through for you."

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Feb 2014 Writing Challenge Day 2 The Relationship that could have been

Day 2 of the Feb 2014 Writing Challenge Past/Current Relationship

I am not currently in a relationship, so I will write about a past relationship. The relationship that could have been.

It was September 2005. Me and my college roommate Leandra headed down to Nashville to hit up one of the dance clubs. We were standing outside of Red Iguana club debating whether or not we wanted to go in. 2 guys and a girl walked up to us and asked us was this a good place to go into. I could tell that the one guy and girl were together. The other guy caught my eye. He was around 5'11, nice set of full lips, looked to be around 30. They go into the club and we follow them in.

It was a very bad night for me. First, this guy proceeds to grab my ass and tell me that he would "he would fuck me so hard I would bleed." Another guy came up and behind me and started dancing with me. When I tried to walk away he grabbed me and said "why you running. You scared of all this." I was so frustrated. I told Leandra I had to go sit down because I was fed up. I am sitting there people watching and up comes the guy from before. We will call him Derek*. (name have been changed). Derek and me talk for at least an hour. Even though the club was loud, I could still hear everything he was saying. We talked about where we were from, our age (me being 25 him being 31), jobs, etc. Our relationship status came up. Me single. Him relationship. He was staying in Nashville to finish up an architectural project. I was living in Kentucky. He asked if we could hang out sometime. I was hesitant to give him my number but did it anyway, for some reason I had a good feeling about him. Couldn't figure out why. We went out separate ways after a little while. Him to go back with his friends. Me to find Leandra. I figured I wouldn't hear from him again.

Flash to Jan 2006. I was working the overnight shift at a hospital. Around 1230, I checked my phone and I had a vmail. It was from Derek. He said that he was at a blues club and the song that was on reminded him of me. I was very excited that he called.  I had forgotten all about him.The next day I call him and we talked. I asked him was he still in a relationship. He told me that he wasnt. Him and his gf had broken up before Thanksgiving. I took him for his word. We make plans to go to a movie and to eat the next weekend.

Our first date was awesome. We went to the movies, out to eat, and after we had dinner, we went to Steak and Shake to get ice cream. And omg, was he a true gentleman. I didn't touch one door handle the whole night. Every door he opened, with no hesitation. I was not used to being treated this way. It actually freaked me out. He was so respectful, it scared me. Most of the guys I had talked to always wanted something. When he dropped me off, he gave me a hug and walked back to his car.

The first date was the beginning of the greatest 9 months in the history of Kendra's dating life. We had so much fun. I had never dated a guy that respected me. It took us 3 months to have our first kiss, another 2 months before we had sex. He never pressured me. He waited until I was ready. At the time, I was not big on affection. Derek was so affectionate. Like lets cuddle watching Katt Williams stand up. I mean seriously. Who cuddles watching stand up. The only time I paid for dates is when I insisted I pay. He always drove to me. I never had to beg him to come see me or to make dates. We text or talked on the phone every day. We talked about everything. He accepted me flaws and all.  We fought sometimes, but it was always resolved quickly. We never labeled what we had. We just knew it felt right.

Toward the end, I had a weird feeling. Like something wasnt right. He was being a little more secretive than usual. I finally came out and asked him what was going on. He told me that he had taken another job and that he was moving back home. He was moving in two weeks. We decided to break it off. We knew long distance wouldn't work out. So we ended it. I later found out he got back with the ex and had 2 kids.

Today is actually the 8th anniversary of our first date. Since Derek, I have dated a little. None of them has shown me the same respect he did. I have yet to meet a guy like him It was like God said I am going to give you a taste of this pie, not the whole one. Albeit brief, this time left an impression on me. He was my prototype. What I want in a guy. Hopefully, there is another Derek out there. I just have to be patient and know that he is out there.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Feb Writing Challenge Day 1: About Me

My day 1 writing challenge. About me.

Hi! I'm Kendra!

I am a Michigan football cheering
God fearing
Comic book reading
Affection needing
Silent but deadly 
usually unsteady
Always single
Love to mingle
Always looking to the stars
Wants to work on cars
Down for the cause
Going through menopause
Never eats the bones
Got a disease called Crohn's.
Loves the color blue
Heart has been broken by a few
Family is my all 
Picks up others when they fall
Not just a nerd
But a blerd
This is who I am 
Hope you give a damn.


























Sunday, November 3, 2013

Dr. Strangegirl or How I Learned to Embrace My Individualism

I haven't blogged in a month of Sundays. I told myself I was going to take more time to blog. This blog post came after some early morning Sunday reflection period.

I love Micheal W. Smith. Here is a contemporary Christian singer. There is a song that he sings that is played on my one of my favorite radio stations. The name of the song is called "My place in this world." The chorus talks about roaming through the night trying to find our place in this world. That's all we trying to do. Find out where we fit in, where we belong, why we are here. There's not a day that goes by that I wonder where do I fit in. What group do I belong to?

I have always been "different." I slept with a teddy bear until I was 30. I still watch cartoons. I get excited when I eat cupcakes. I have an obsession with Superman. I get chill bumps when I see college football traditions or hear John Facinda narrating NFL films. I spent alot of my life trying to figure where I fit in. What group do I belong to? It really took me awhile to figure out and I am still trying to figure where I fit in. I think I have found the answer, the Holy Grail of answers.

I fit in nowhere. Now, I know you are thinking, Dang why didnt you get to the point like 5 mins ago. Could have saved me some time. It took me a long time to realize I am my own person. I don't have to fit in to a box. I can be whomever I want to be. Either embrace it or get to stepping. It is human to want to belong to something, to fit in. People will shun you if you dont fit into the norms. I think that if we started embracing our individualism more than excluding those who dont fit into boxes, the world will would be less judgemental.

We are too busy trying to put people in square holes, when we are all triangles, circles, trapezoids, and pentagons. We are all different and that's ok. Everyone should do their own funky thing and not be talked about because of it.

Alot of my life I tried to fit in. To be accepted. I had to like what everyone else liked, because what I liked wasn't cool. I had a phase of trying to be really girly. Makeup, heels the whole 9. I had my rap phase. All i listened to was rap music. I have had all kinds of phases to fit in with others, to be more accepted. And lets not discuss how many phases I went through with trying to meet guys. I would change myself to fit into their mold of the kind of woman they would want. I met a guy who liked fit women, so I exercised all the time to lose weight. I met a real bible thumper, so I molded myself into this christian woman who didnt curse and knew the bible backwards and forwards. I conformed to things that I were not me. To fit in, to belong.

I believe in God. My belief in God has gotten me through some tough times. God has different names depending on who you talk to. The God that I believe didnt make us alike and thats ok. We are all different shapes, colors, and beliefs. If he/she wanted us to look alike, we would. We all have different ways of thinking, of communicating, and that's ok.

So in embracing my individualism, let me tell you who this individual is:

1. Loves sports.
2. Reads feminist theory.
3. Embraces 70's culture
4. Believes that if Donny Hathaway and Nina Simone had a child, it would be her.
5. Has the coolest ostomy in the world named Lisa
6. Really wants to date outside her race
7. Has to chew gum constantly because she is still going through her Freudian oral stage
8. Can watch Annie Hall and Blazing Saddles every day for the rest of her life.
9. Really does watch alot of TV
10. knows lots of useless trivial knowledege and wonders why she hasnt been on any game show to use these talents.

So, there you have it. That's who this individual is. embrace your own individualism. Don't put yourself in a box. You were meant to stand out.


Sunday, August 11, 2013

Transparency

Today's blog is about transparency. I am usually pretty opaque meaning that I keep alot of things hid from people. I have always been  a pretty secretive person. Even around the people that claim that they know me the best. I am going to be transparent about 3 big issues in my life. I feel like this will be a good way for me to heal and maybe I can help someone else out there. So here goes. Kendra being transparent.


Big issue #1. I have an ileostomy. An ilestomy is an opening of the ileum which is part of the small intestine. To break it down even further, I poop in a bag that is placed on my abdomen.Most people are not aware I have it. You can't see it unless I am wearing a short shirt or unless I have eaten something that gives me 300 lbs of gas (which happens). The name of my ileostomy is Lisa. The reason for my ostomy is that I have Crohn's disease. I was diagnosed with Crohn's when I was 12 years old and I have had 4 surgeries to combat it. Crohn's disease is an auto immune disorder. Auto immune disorders in this group include AIDS, Lupus, Graves disease and many more. what that means is that your immune fights itself. it doesnt know the good bacteria from the bad bacteria so it kills it all. Crohn's can affect anywhere in the digestive system. from the mouth to the anus. I have been very blessed. I am currently in remission and have been since 2001. I dont look at my ostomy as a big issue but I know that when it comes to dating, it is very hard to explain to someone that i have it and why. One of the reasons I dont get close to men is because of my ostomy. I hate having to explain what is going on with me for fear of being rejected or being looked at as a sick person. I know that I should give guys a chance but I dont want to put my heart out there. I know that there is someone out there who will accept me for me, but until that time I will remain closed off and single.

Big issue #2. Crohn's disease has tons of complications. I know of some people who have arthirits, liver issues, and women who have reproductive issues. I am on of those lucky women who has reproductive issues. I have had 2 surgeries because of my ovaries. I had a very large ovarian cyst. it was described as being the size of a volleyball. I had surgery to remove it .about 6 years later I got sick again, I found that I had another ovarian cyst. This time it was slighter larger than a volleyball. If you think about it, I was pretty much pregnant. My ob/gyn told me that I had one of two choices. either get the cyst drained and have it come back again or have a complete hysterectomy. I had some thinking to do. I talked to my parents and I talked to God. I came to the conclusion that it was best that I have a complete hysto. Meaning removal of all my reproductive organs and going into early menopause. All of this right before my 30th birthday. So now, I am unable to have children. This is also another reason why it is hard to get close to a guy. I have to eventually tell them that I cant have children. So now I have two issues that could be game changers for most men. 

Big issue #3. My weight. When I was sick, my lowest weight was 90 lbs. I am 5'9. Trust me it looked terrible. Currently I am 256 lbs. A big contrast.  I am pretty proportioned or so I think. I have huge thighs and my waist is small but I got wide hips. I guess I could be considered an hour glass. Oh and I have huge boobs. Now to some guys that visual is kind of on point but to me i look in the mirror and it screams fat. my blood pressure is good, i dont have diabetes, but I know if i keep going down this path of gaining weight i will end up with diabetes high cholesterol or blood pressure issues. I know that I need to make a change. Getting is hard. Especially with my food intake. I dont eat alot, its just the quality of food that i eat. I dont eat seafood, i eat way too much beef, not enough fruits and veggies and dont let me get started on soda. working out has never been a big deal to me. the only problems that i have with working out is certain exercises that i cant do because of my ostomy such as any kind of abdominal exercises such as planking and push ups. anything that pulls that area herinates it. I cant lift over 30 lbs that also herinates. I know that there are other workouts that i can do to lose weight. I just have to get my food together. It seems like I have too many excuses as to why i am not on the weight lose journey. 

To sum it all up, fear of rejection and feat of change has always been the two things that have held me back for the majority of my life. I know that change begins with me. I just have to have the will to do it. To put myself out there and if I get hurt, it happens. it is a part of a life. doesnt mean it has to defeat me.  just pick myself up and keep on going. 

It is time to hold myself accountable. to not be afraid of making changes in my life that can make me happier. every day that i awake should be a happy day because its another day that god has saw fit me for me to continue to be here. the first two issues i can do nothing about but I dont have to be ashamed of them. I can hold me head high and say yes i have these things but they dont define me. I can control my weight by making small changes in my eating lifestyle and incorporating more exercise into my day. today i claim that I can be the change that I want to see.

Whomever took the time to read this i appreciate it. it was really hard for me to open up. there were tears shed as i wrote this. but maybe just maybe my transparency will help someone else open up about their issues. Believe me, it helps. 

Sunday, July 14, 2013

The conversations that no one wants to have..

Yesterday, I was watching "Orange is the New Black" on Netflix on my cell phone(totally check this out. Really well written), my phone beeped saying that the jury has come back with a verdict. I   immediately put the show on pause and turned over to CNN to see the verdict being read live. In my head, I knew that George Zimmerman would be found not guilty, but in my heart I wanted to believe that he would be found guilty. As soon as I heard the verdict of not guilty, my heart sank. I became angry. Then, I became sad. I wondered why the jury in itself convicted trayvon of committing assault even though he was not the aggressor. I was sad that another child (and yes he was a child) had to die due to gun violence. I was sad that another black male had to die for no reason. 

Last night as I was watching FOX News and Geraldo said "tragedy does not equal crime." Let's dissect this. Was sandy hook not a tragedy and a crime. What about the shootings in aurora? Or the countless other massive shootings this country has had to endure. So yes, in some instances, tragedy does equal crime. 

There are other trayvon martins out there. Targeted because of assumptions. When will this end? When we be able to sit down at the table and have an honest conversation about gun violence? About race?  Until we recognize that these issues do exist, we will never be able to move towards a solution.