A Little about me......😁😁😁

It occurred to me while my blog was in FB jail that I may have picked up some friends along the way who don’t know my struggle or why I advocate for the things I do. My blog is called “Real like makes you an advocate” because it is TRUE! The mass shootings at Parkland turned those kids into advocates against gun violence. My healthcare fight these past nine years makes me an advocate and preach for better healthcare for minorities because I live it daily. More funding for Mental Health because I experience that. More funding for our Vets. I speak out against social injustice and other issues that I am passionate about. I am an Ally for the LGBTQ community and am a proud #NastyWoman and I #Resist all things having to do with this corrupt administration! Obama is FOREVER (forevea, ever?) My President! However, I love politics and I don’t mind having a civil conversation to hear an opposite side. I don’t really talk religion. I believe in separation of church and state and no matter what God YOU pray to, no man should tell me or my doctor what to do with MY BODY. I said it best after one of my surgeries, I believe in Heaven and that is the goal, but in the meantime sometimes you gotta raise a little Hell! 😂🙋🏽‍♀️💁🏽‍♀️💅🏽 If any of my statements above triggered you, then you can kindly remove yourself from my friends! #PleaseandThankYou

When I was diagnosed I was 29 and had just had birthed my second daughter 3 weeks prior to being told I had a 4.2 cm mass pressing on my brain stem. That was the reason I could barely walk straight my entire pregnancy, unable to drive, had severe headaches, and finally my feet started going numb. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it was a brain tumor. I was a bit naive I thought I would have surgery and they would remove my tumor and I would go home. My whole world changed. My tumor was so large it took more than one surgery to reduce it (removing it wasn't an option) I had so many complications and infections I spent a year in the hospital. 42 days in ICU learning how to feed myself, drink, talk, and do all the basic things all over again. Thank heavens for my mother because she had to take care of my newborn daughter while I was recovering at the hospital. Her and I learned to walk at the time. Fast forward I've now had nineteen surgeries. I always say "that's too many" but I remember why I started this fight and I look at my girls. My life is not my own.