In the month of January, I started blogging. It was something that I wanted to try for a long time but it wasn't until January that I took that plunge. This was also the month when I reached out to my first mother to try to start over, and was then ignored. And I started my last semester of college. We can't forget that one!
In February, I planned my first face to face. I put together a book with all my emails and everything I knew about my first parents.
March was a fun month and a life changing one. At the beginning of the month, I met my first father for the first time. It was the first time I've met someone I'm biologically related to. It was the first time I saw myself reflected in someone else. Talk about unsettling! As if that wasn't enough, my mom and I went on vacation together to Punta Cana. We had the best time and I know it's something that I'm always going to look back on and smile. What a busy month!
April was hard. For starters, my sister and I got into a huge fight. She wasn't supportive of me meeting my first father and was hurt that I hadn't told her sooner. Then life changed completely when we learned that my mother had another brain tumor, only this time looked different from her last time. I moved home the last week of the month.
May got harder. My mother had four brain surgeries in three weeks. She was diagnosed with brain cancer and her tumor was deemed inoperable. I met my first father again, and this time went a little better. We actually relaxed and had fun hanging out. And then I graduated college with my bachelor and masters degrees, an event that my parents watched on a laptop in the ICU back in Boston.
June rolled around and my mom started her chemotherapy and radiation. My life became all about my mother as I tried to adjust to living at home. Lost Daughters started. I saw Taylor Swift with my cousin, a girl who is like a sister to me.
July saw the end of radiation for my mom and a break in chemotherapy. I got a job offer which I accepted and my mom and I went on vacation for a week on Cape Cod. It was my last month of freedom before starting my job. My first father started texting me, something that we hadn't really done before.
August started with my job. Literally, my first day was August 1st. It was a huge adjustment for me. My first father started a short trend of sending me videos from his new phone. Various summer fun was had by me and my boyfriend on the weekends. August was anything but a lazy summer.
September rolled around and I got a new computer and a new phone in the same week. I settled into work and my boyfriend started his job (so started spending less time with me). I jumped on Twitter and tried to improve my blog. I decided to be more open in my life about my reunion and stop treating it like a huge secret.
October brought more changes. I started my Picture Sunday postings. My attempt to be more open blew up in my face. Steve Jobs died, and the Internet blew up with adoption stories. My mother spent another week in the hospital. My first father came up to visit me on my birthday and told me that he was thinking about telling my first sisters about me.
November was hard. My first father told me he wasn't ready to tell my first sisters, which I was OK with because of the other insanity going on in my life. I bought a new camera. My cousin got married and my entire adoptive family got together to celebrate. I had my high school reunion. I nearly moved out of my house. I sent my first father a text message that was spotted by my older kept sister.
December brought more changes. My first father ended our reunion, except for an occasional email. He changed his mind a week later after talking to my first mother who stood up for me. I opted not to continue with reunion under his new rules, but to get back in touch in the new year. I prepared for Christmas by myself. The year came to a close.
What a year... It feels like January was a lifetime ago!
