I am BB (Becky Busch). I am not famous, or rich. I am not a musician or an artist. (Okay, so I am a published author - NOW - but I wasn't then). For the most part, I am just your run-of-the-mill, girl-next-door, from a small midwestern town. However,
trouble seems to whip around me like a catagory five tornado. These are just a few things that I have encountered:
- I have dealt with Shingles since I was 14 years old. So anytime I am extremely stressed I breakout in this
awful (sometimes painful) outbreak on my face. My FACE - not cute.
- I also have Psoriasis, which means my daily life consists of various lotions to maintain my skin.
- I had a stalker who broke
into my apartment several times and stole ALL of my underwear. I'm not kidding he took every pair I owned (even the dirty ones. I had the pair I was wearing, and that's all that was left). I had to move to a different city, switch jobs, change gyms, use a
different grocery store, etc... and he still has not been caught.
- A few years ago I came down with this funny little thing called cancer. Sinonasal Teratocarcinosarcoma to be more specific. (If you've never heard of it that
is becasue there have been maybe 80 cases of it ever reported.) So naturally I have also encountered:
- Radiation therapy
- Brain surgery
- A revision surgery because the bone where my skull had been cut grew over the titanium plate in my head, which my surgeon had never seen before. (If I had a super human power it would be regeneration, because clearly I can grow bones. Watch out Wolverine!)
- The aftermath of all this cancer stuff is: routine MRI's, blood work, chest xrays, nasal-scopes (so awful), and an unbelieveable level of personal
maintainence for the rest of my life.
- I was hit by a car. (My body was hit by a car. Like, I was walking and a car hit me, and I flew up onto the hood and then bounced and rolled into the street.)
- I was diagnosed with Grave's Disease. It is not as scary as it sounds. It is a thyroid condition. The worst case scenario is my thyroid may have to be removed or dissolved if the medication fails.
- My ex-boyfriend set my
car on fire. (it was an accident.)
- I had an issue with a "peeping tom."
- A former employer/instructor attempted to handcuff me in his car.
These re just a few of the things that I could
list quickly, because believe it or not, there are more!
I feel bad for my parents, because every time I call them they break out in a cold sweat and are bracing themselves for yet another catastrophe.
The point is, people who meet me have no
idea I carry this kind of baggage, and usually when I tell people they have this look on their faces like I just electrocuted their cat. It might be crazy to some that I find humor in all of the absurd things that happen to me, but I would rather be laughing
than crying any day of the week.
If sharing the personal, humilating, moments of my life can show someone that it is possible to make it through to the other side of the poop storm, and smile while crap is slapping you across the face,
then it would all be worth it. (I would also settle for somone laughing at my expense. That would be fine also. Just as long as you see the humor in life.)
* Also, I might have to consider fighting crime as some kind of masked vigilante,
because: A) I think I could really pull that look off, and B) I, apparently, cannot be killed.... and, I've given it the ol' college try, but God keeps sending me back!