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8 Months

Wednesday, October 17, 2012




Blogs. I actually love all things blog related. My friend and I used to make fun of blogging, sorry, when the idea of it first became popular. We’d talk about funny things and say “You going to blog about that?” I know, jerks right? But now I read blogs, write blogs, and love blogs. I follow about a dozen blogs regarding TP-AIT, diabetes (www.sixuntilme.com is my favorite) and others I have come across along the way (www.rockstarronan.com and www.superty.org).  Sometimes I ask myself why I enjoy reading about the lives of others, and sometimes even crying over people I have never met, but I think it is because I identify with them in some way. That’s all I can come up with as to why I read strangers blogs...other than some psychological issue...which I would prefer not to have. 

Blogging brings me to my next point, blessings. Many of these blogs teach me that I have been blessed with the greatest gift, something people don’t have the privilege of learning. I have been blessed with a new outlook on life. My whole family has, twice. The first time we received this blessing I was too young to understand it, but the second time I was living it first hand. The blessing, in case you haven’t figured it out yet, is that life is precious and worth living to the fullest because you never know when it will be all that “He” wrote here on Earth. 

Depressing? No, I don’t think so. I came across Maya Thompson’s blog because my nail girl, Emily, had a card on her station. It said “Rockstar Ronan” and I had looked at it every 2 weeks for a while. I never knew what that was all about, but I knew the picture of the little boy on it was so sweet. Later I would hear Taylor Swift sing about Ronan and I would put the two together, realizing that Ronan’s mom and I go to the same nail girl. I started reading her blog and becoming so amazed with her little boy. She posted a while ago about another little guy, Ty, who was terminal. I couldn’t help but click on it even though I knew it would bring more sadness. My own brother, Tyler, had childhood cancer, and I think I just wanted to know the story. Every night I would wait for his mom’s updates and pray for him. Every night I would thank God for keeping my Tyler here with me on Earth.  Tonight, before I even turned on my computer, I knew Ty had passed away. I even said it as my computer was warming up. I have no idea how I knew that, but I felt it and it was true. Tonight’s prayer is that those two little guys are playing in Heaven together and for both of their moms. 

I don’t post this to make everyone sad or to be negative. I post it to make anyone reading this be thankful and feel the abundant blessing of life. I post this to make people aware of the darker side of life and to feel obligated to "walk" or "donate" or do anything you can to help your favorite cause.  I think that the idea that life can be perfect one minute and gone the next is the reason we should live by the “you only live once” saying and do all that we want to do, even if it isn’t popular. Lately I have been saying “YES” to all things fun and “NO” to all things less than fun. I used to be worried, nervous, afraid of what people thought, but this new blessing of life has changed all that. For that I am so thankful. 

Yesterday marks 8 months since the transplant. Life is pretty much back to pre-HP days, something I NEVER thought would happen. I get my insulin pump on Thursday and am excited to try life with that (pink) thing. I am almost weaned off of all my medicine and am expecting that in the next month...and then I am throwing a party. Until then, CHEERS!

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