Birds of the Feather Flock Together

Monday, August 6, 2012

You know the cliques, the high school typicality that we all experienced if we weren't living under a rock, or haven't watched Glee. You had the cheerleaders, the jocks, the thespians, the band members, the honors society. We've all heard it,  you are who your friends are. Maybe not exactly, but what draws us to people is usually our similarities, at least at first. Even in the dating world, we are drawn to those who are most like us, usually, unless we are making "that" mistake or branching out searching for something different.

Birds of the feather flock together. Birds of my feather, hereditary pancreatitis, flock together. We flock in person, on the phone, or even on Facebook. We stick together, through all of our surgeries, battles, and recoveries. We pray for each other, worry about each other, and call to check up on each other. We blog about each other, and meet in person when we are receiving treatment near other birds of our feather. For me, the support of those who have been in my situation is the most valuable.

Most families have been hit hard by HP, not just showing up in one family member, but all or most. I spoke to one friend in Kentucky who had 54 relatives with PRSS. I know another family in Colorado who has a large number of extended relatives with it. My own family, as it turns out, also has more than just me with the genetic mutations. Fortunately, medical advances are strong and the future looks healthy.

A friend who helped me during my surgery is in need of prayers. Both her children, adorable Make a Wish Ambassadors in their city, and her husband, are all affected with HP. Her husband developed pancreatic cancer and is listed in very critical care tonight. One child had the TP-AIT, while the other is awaiting his TP-AIT. This mother is amazingly strong, never giving up hope for a healthy family. HP has waged war against this family, and I ask you to pray for them as they battle back tonight with vengeance.

I'll leave you with something my mom said, and continues to say to me every day.

"Something good will come of this situation."

Because of my Birds, my friends that I will always be tied too, I believe something good already arrived.


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