Illness and the Little Things: Going back home

Illness and the Little Things: Going back home: As I look back at my life and think of what my plans were at age 19 the plan I am about to make never crossed my mind. After months of deb...

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MIRACLES DO EXIST

Well now that the people who needed to know personally from me know the big miracle unfolding, I can tell the rest of the world. This coming Monday morning I will be having an outpatient surgery on my left rib. The 7th rib to be exact. Here I will try to answer any questions that people might ask about it. I am still in shock but feel very humbled by how everything went down. As we all know, last Wednesday I posted my pity post of frustration. Nothing was going right at that point. I just needed a day or two to vent, be sad, frustrated, and what not. That evening I had gotten the CT Scan done. I was told that the surgeon would call me with the results the next day. Let me remind you that I was fully prepared for the following: The scan would not show anything, the next step would be to kill the nerve around the rib, that experiment would fail, and I would be left with nothing. Even during the meeting with the surgeon, he said...

Hello world, I'm still here thanks to the moments before I started to be sick.

Moving into my new place on campus. SUU Over the past few weeks, I have spent my nights of no sleep watching an old TV show called "GREEK". It's a show about sororities and fraternities in College. Not all that great, but it got me thinking. It even made me cry. It was all because I was remembering my life before I got to this moment. I miss it. And I miss the people who have moved on. After High School, I went Southern Utah University. It was amazing there. I lived in a crappy, extremely old building on campus called Manzanita. I lived with 4 other girls with 1 bathroom, no dishwasher, the whole building shared a small TV, and my first ever coin operated laundry experience. I met the most wonderful people there. It really was a glorious experience. I dated a lot. It would annoy some of my roommates because I had a boyfriend at the time who was serving a mission. His name was Cameron and even thoug...

Going back home

As I look back at my life and think of what my plans were at age 19 the plan I am about to make never crossed my mind. After months of debating it has been decided that I will be moving back home with my parents by the end of this month. At 19 it did not occur to me that I would be so sick to the degree of the incapability of working, providing for myself, and having to move back home at age 29. It is not an ideal situation. Nothing about my life the past 10 months has been ideal. Slowly I have been stripped of my independence. Ideally, I would not be sick, or if I still had to be I would at least be well enough to work and finish school and stay at my apartment on the third floor. Every day I tell myself "it could be worse" or that "one day I'll be well again". I believe in those words. It is what provides me hope. However, hope does not change reality. The reality is, I can no longer provide for myself. I have extreme...

Illness and the Little Things

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