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“A Frankenstein Feeling”: I’m listening to the recording now, and I have to say, I feel so much for her. I don’t know exactly what this is like, but I can imagine, especially having Schizophrenia myself, and my mother and grandmother having had it. I find myself holding onto hope that, for every problem, every setback, every fear, there’s something good around the corner waiting for her. Thank you so much for these readings!
I’m so glad that you enjoyed “A Frankenstein Feeling”. My whole goal is to open people’s eyes to what it is like to live with schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder so that the stigma around it can end. Telling me you can feel for Cassie makes me feel so good, because it means I am reaching my goal.
I am so sorry that your mother and grandmother are affected by this terrible disease, I hope this helps you understand their strange behavior sometimes. We can’t help our actions sometimes when they are spurred by intuitions other than logic. Don’t worry, keep hanging on in the story, there is something waiting around the corner for Cassie at the end of the book, and even some happy surprises coming up before the end.
Happy Reading,
Becca Pava
Thank you so much, yes I have has quite the life, you haven’t even gotten to the half of it, because it’s not all the way written. I would love it if you susbscribed to my email list on convertkit to be notified when new blog posts come out and leave a review of Google Business for this site. Because I got hacked on Facebook, where I had a following of 1.8K it is now almsot impossible to get people to my site, so now I am trying to use my tiktok and my new facebook to get people to my site. Sadly my new facebook business page only has 76 Facebook followers so I’m not getting many hits on this site. I would be honored if you subscribed to my email list here: https://marvelous-pioneer-1812.ck.page
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I realized that Bonnie is actually the main character as much as Destiny is, so I wanted to throw in more of her character. Did you think the first chapter was too long? Try out the second chapter, it’s not as long but it dips into the therapy session between Bonnie and her therapist Georgie as they discuss mindfulness and ways of coping with trauma including EMDR. I think you would enjoy that chapter. The chapter is called Nonsuicidal Suicide Attempts. Try checking it out! I would love to hear what you think of it.
I just read your latest blog about the office for students with disabilities. I didn’t know you had written a novel, “When One Door Opens,” so early on–nor that it was as successful as it is. Congratulations! Interesting you wanted to become a nurse, early on, too. I didn’t know that before. What made you change your mind?
I never really changed my mind about wanting to be a nurse, I still wish I could have been a nurse. I got so far along in school. All I had left to do was my home care clinical and take the nursing board exam.
Then we discovered that I had a brain tumor. We knew that between the surgery to remove it, the original recovery period, and the long therapies to get back to myself afterward, it would be about a year of recovery time, but that was before we realized I had anything besides gastroparesis and normal dysautonomia wrong with me.
The brain tumor surgery triggered my Autoimmune Mediated Small Fiber Autonomic Small Fiber Polyneuropathy to get worse and I couldn’t learn to walk again.
I completely 100% stopped being able to eat or drink at all so I had an NJ tube replaced. A GJ tube was placed and then I had a port placed to hydrate me and make frequent blood draws and IV sticks easier, Then I stopped being able to tolerate enough fluids via my GI tract so they started me on IV fluids at home. At that point, I was wheelchair bound, on 1 L of oxygen continuously, with IV fluids all day long through my port and J tube feeds all day long through my J tube, and my G tube always draining into a G tube bag that was clipped to the front of my wheelchair.
If I leaned forward too much I lost my balance and fell out of the wheelchair. I was in no condition to be lifting and moving patients around in the bed, a hospital room, or a patient’s room. Because I had already missed so much school the president of the nursing school said that if I wasn’t ready for school in two months, meaning if I didn’t have a doctor’s note saying i could walk ten feet without a cane, walker, or wheelchair and could lift ten pounds, and could disconnect my port, G tube, and J tube during clinicals, then I couldn’t finish my nursing program and would have to restart the whole program when I was healthier. The problem was I knew I would never get healthier, I knew I had a degenerative eventually terminal disease.
With a heavy feeling in my gut, because I already knew what the doctor was going to say, I let my mom roll me into my doctor’s appointment. She looked at the list of items she had to approve I could do and sadly shook her head. “I’m sorry Becca, but you can’t do any of this,” she murmured checking off all the “no” boxes, signing it, and then handing it back. “I’m sure there’s something else you can major in,” she told me, “Nursing is cutthroat, you don’t need all that stress in your life,”.
The paper felt heavy as I held it in my hand. The president of the school asked me if I wanted to major in writing since I had done so many of those prerequisites when I got my associate’s degree, and all my nursing courses would count toward various credits. She explained that I would only need six more credits to graduate with a BA in Professional Writing Studies.
Tearfully I took her up on her offer, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how hard I had worked for nothing. I had done a rehab clinical, a long-term care clinical, 2 medical surgical clinical, a school nursing clinical, a pediatric floor clinical, a psychiatric clinical, a maternity clinical, and more,
I had even taken the home care class, all I was missing was the clinical and I would have been an RN BSN and I was being denied it because i was too sick. it didn’t seem fair, but honestly, how would I have done it?
I wouldn’t have been able to bend down out of my wheelchair to take someone’s vitals, I wouldn’t have. been able to perform CPR. I couldn’t reach the IV poles to hang meds from my wheelchair, I am constantly in and out of the hospital, and I wouldn’t be able to hold down any consistent jobs. I get tired too fast, I randomly pass out. I will always need to be connected to IVs.
I could never be a nurse anymore. But I love writing and I can even do that from the hospital which is amazing!
“A Frankenstein Feeling”: I’m listening to the recording now, and I have to say, I feel so much for her. I don’t know exactly what this is like, but I can imagine, especially having Schizophrenia myself, and my mother and grandmother having had it. I find myself holding onto hope that, for every problem, every setback, every fear, there’s something good around the corner waiting for her. Thank you so much for these readings!
I’m so glad that you enjoyed “A Frankenstein Feeling”. My whole goal is to open people’s eyes to what it is like to live with schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder so that the stigma around it can end. Telling me you can feel for Cassie makes me feel so good, because it means I am reaching my goal.
I am so sorry that your mother and grandmother are affected by this terrible disease, I hope this helps you understand their strange behavior sometimes. We can’t help our actions sometimes when they are spurred by intuitions other than logic. Don’t worry, keep hanging on in the story, there is something waiting around the corner for Cassie at the end of the book, and even some happy surprises coming up before the end.
Happy Reading,
Becca Pava
Wow what a life story. Definitely loved reading all about it.
Thank you so much, yes I have has quite the life, you haven’t even gotten to the half of it, because it’s not all the way written. I would love it if you susbscribed to my email list on convertkit to be notified when new blog posts come out and leave a review of Google Business for this site. Because I got hacked on Facebook, where I had a following of 1.8K it is now almsot impossible to get people to my site, so now I am trying to use my tiktok and my new facebook to get people to my site. Sadly my new facebook business page only has 76 Facebook followers so I’m not getting many hits on this site. I would be honored if you subscribed to my email list here: https://marvelous-pioneer-1812.ck.page
Then if you could leave a review here on Google Business to boost traffic to my site, just rate my five stars and type in the box here:
https://g.page/r/CcySN1SZc0EDEBM/review
Last of all if you could check out my Facebook Business Page and follow me here: http://www.facebook.com/ChronicallyBecca I have a lot of interesting posts on there and post livestreams and tiktoks on there.
I listened to the updated first chapter of, “Changing Destiny’s Destiny.” I appreciated knowing more of Bonnie’s back story as a writer wanting to get published. The new chapter is very long, compared to the original one, too. 🙂
I realized that Bonnie is actually the main character as much as Destiny is, so I wanted to throw in more of her character. Did you think the first chapter was too long? Try out the second chapter, it’s not as long but it dips into the therapy session between Bonnie and her therapist Georgie as they discuss mindfulness and ways of coping with trauma including EMDR. I think you would enjoy that chapter. The chapter is called Nonsuicidal Suicide Attempts. Try checking it out! I would love to hear what you think of it.
I just read your latest blog about the office for students with disabilities. I didn’t know you had written a novel, “When One Door Opens,” so early on–nor that it was as successful as it is. Congratulations! Interesting you wanted to become a nurse, early on, too. I didn’t know that before. What made you change your mind?
I never really changed my mind about wanting to be a nurse, I still wish I could have been a nurse. I got so far along in school. All I had left to do was my home care clinical and take the nursing board exam.
Then we discovered that I had a brain tumor. We knew that between the surgery to remove it, the original recovery period, and the long therapies to get back to myself afterward, it would be about a year of recovery time, but that was before we realized I had anything besides gastroparesis and normal dysautonomia wrong with me.
The brain tumor surgery triggered my Autoimmune Mediated Small Fiber Autonomic Small Fiber Polyneuropathy to get worse and I couldn’t learn to walk again.
I completely 100% stopped being able to eat or drink at all so I had an NJ tube replaced. A GJ tube was placed and then I had a port placed to hydrate me and make frequent blood draws and IV sticks easier, Then I stopped being able to tolerate enough fluids via my GI tract so they started me on IV fluids at home. At that point, I was wheelchair bound, on 1 L of oxygen continuously, with IV fluids all day long through my port and J tube feeds all day long through my J tube, and my G tube always draining into a G tube bag that was clipped to the front of my wheelchair.
If I leaned forward too much I lost my balance and fell out of the wheelchair. I was in no condition to be lifting and moving patients around in the bed, a hospital room, or a patient’s room. Because I had already missed so much school the president of the nursing school said that if I wasn’t ready for school in two months, meaning if I didn’t have a doctor’s note saying i could walk ten feet without a cane, walker, or wheelchair and could lift ten pounds, and could disconnect my port, G tube, and J tube during clinicals, then I couldn’t finish my nursing program and would have to restart the whole program when I was healthier. The problem was I knew I would never get healthier, I knew I had a degenerative eventually terminal disease.
With a heavy feeling in my gut, because I already knew what the doctor was going to say, I let my mom roll me into my doctor’s appointment. She looked at the list of items she had to approve I could do and sadly shook her head. “I’m sorry Becca, but you can’t do any of this,” she murmured checking off all the “no” boxes, signing it, and then handing it back. “I’m sure there’s something else you can major in,” she told me, “Nursing is cutthroat, you don’t need all that stress in your life,”.
The paper felt heavy as I held it in my hand. The president of the school asked me if I wanted to major in writing since I had done so many of those prerequisites when I got my associate’s degree, and all my nursing courses would count toward various credits. She explained that I would only need six more credits to graduate with a BA in Professional Writing Studies.
Tearfully I took her up on her offer, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how hard I had worked for nothing. I had done a rehab clinical, a long-term care clinical, 2 medical surgical clinical, a school nursing clinical, a pediatric floor clinical, a psychiatric clinical, a maternity clinical, and more,
I had even taken the home care class, all I was missing was the clinical and I would have been an RN BSN and I was being denied it because i was too sick. it didn’t seem fair, but honestly, how would I have done it?
I wouldn’t have been able to bend down out of my wheelchair to take someone’s vitals, I wouldn’t have. been able to perform CPR. I couldn’t reach the IV poles to hang meds from my wheelchair, I am constantly in and out of the hospital, and I wouldn’t be able to hold down any consistent jobs. I get tired too fast, I randomly pass out. I will always need to be connected to IVs.
I could never be a nurse anymore. But I love writing and I can even do that from the hospital which is amazing!