The Words Beneath My Fingertips

Dear Everyone: Your response to my "confession" blog was, for lack of a better word, overwhelming. The stories you shared with me via your comments or in private... they mean more to me than I can describe. It was very hard to "come out" as someone with an eating disorder. Anyway. I'm working through it. And I'm so grateful to have so much support. So I want to dedicate my extremely, overly sappy Thanksgiving blog to all of you, my readers, my family and my friends. To my family/(including extended and John's family): Thank you for being you. I know we Higginses have gotten stronger with the loss of Jimmy. It still hurts. We all still hurt. But we are stronger together. I know we don't always get along, but we are always family. And especially to my siblings- you all  mean so much to me. I cherish you and each of you inspire me in different ways. Anyway, I always reflect back on the fun times we've had and I know we'll make fun memories

November is Stomach Cancer Awareness month, so I thought I should write something about how I still deal with the effects--- 7 years later.  So, friends, here, on this blog, I am telling all of you for the first time (because I have recently been reflecting on it and only now owning up to this- I haven't even discussed with my therapist but I will)....I am almost certain I have a stomach cancer induced eating disorder. This will be VERY LONG so bear with me, and if you read it, I appreciate you! I have been working on this post for DAYS and I don't know how it's going to be perceived, so I am making myself very vulnerable to you right now. I can't really write about my self-diagnosed eating disorder without explaining again everything I endured when I was recovering from surgery. I know many of you remember my trials and tribulations of eating and all I went through, but many don't know because I have recently met you, so here is my story. I think