Let me start off with introducing myself, my name is Kim Clabby, currently 26 years old. Living a pretty comfortable life in New York. And now looking back on everything that’s happened to me in the past few years it almost seems like all those curses were actually blessing in disguises. I graduated from Northeastern University in 2013 with my bachelors in Music Industry, whatever that means, and managed to land a job at a record label a few weeks after graduation. I worked there for about three years before I realized I was not cut out for it, and it was not cut out for me. Now, don’t get me wrong I have some incredible stories from this period in my life that I will be sure to brag about to my future children one day and they’ll roll their eyes and say “not again mom, we’ve heard it a million times,” while I’m still trying to squeeze into my leather jacket and blasting The 1975. After I finally quit after weeks of debating, I enrolled back in school at Adelphi University to get my MBA with a concentration in HR. “Hey, you can never get too much education,” says the girl who could have purchased 5 different houses with all the money she’s spent on higher education. During my first semester, I joined the ranks of the unemployed and furiously tried to get another job, to my luck I did not succeed. I started working with my dad’s company for the time being because in my head, if I didn’t try it out now when would I and “I’M AN ONLY CHILD WHO WILL TAKE IT OVER WHEN IT’S YOUR TIME TO GO.” After less than a week I realized it will not be me, I think my parents can still adopt, now right? I’m sure there’s a 25-year-old looking for a home and a company to take over. My dad’s company is very successful and he built it himself from the ground up, but to go from a cushy job at one of the top record labels in the country to a security company based at JFK airport is a huge jump in a different direction and I don’t think I was fully equipped to handle the distance. None the less I continued to work there, with several complaints at work from boss man and several complaints at home from boss man; thankfully we have the same last name and he couldn’t fire me but there were many days I’m sure it’s all he wanted. Now in my third semester, going back to school full time and working four days a week with my dad, also living a great life in an apartment I paid for all on my own. Two truths and a lie GO! On a serious note, I was always that kid who would complain that I would NEVER be one of those people who would come home from college and live in their parents’ basement until they got married. Luckily for this story I am NOT doing this, mostly because the basement isn’t finished and I sometimes enjoying opening the windows in my childhood bedroom to get some ventilation.
All of this sounds kind of depressing, girl graduates from a great university, ends up going back to Adelphi for her MBA, lives in her parents’ house and works for her dad. To top it all off, on May 5, 2017 I was diagnosed with stage 2 breast cancer. SURPRISE, you did not see that one coming huh? All joking aside, this blog is now going to be my diary and guide to everything cancer that I go through on these months from hell. I’m writing this to give you all a first-hand account of a 26-year-old girl whose scared shitless go through what I can only imagine is going to be the hardest months of my life. In the end, I want this to help someone, to comfort them in their rough times but I’m also writing because I think it’ll ultimately help me.
Now, what I meant before about it all being a blessing in disguise is because I now have the freedom to not be distracted while I hit the road to recovery. I don’t have to worry about work or school or rent, all I have to do is spend time on myself and getting cured. And yes, the doctors did say I would be cured of this awful disease! More details will come in the following days, I just need to work up the courage to write it all out.
Until then.
xoxo
Cancer Girl