Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Blog 3

I hate the concept of sick kids. No, not the idea of children themselves, but the thought that it actually happens. I had a relatively nice childhood, but it is very irksome when not the case. For those who missed this, I was born with three holes in my heart. Not one or two, but three. Holes. In. My. Heart. OK, I will stop being a drama queen now. Why did the holes wait to manifest themselves until I was 31? I have no idea, but the fact that I was never very athletic makes a lot of sense. There are kids younger than 10 who have had strokes. I have been privileged enough to interact with teen-aged stroke survivors. They should be thinking about cars and sports and prom and such. Instead, they are thinking about speaking. It's not fair. I started this blog to say illness is stupid. It doesn't matter whether the victim is young or old. Being sick stinks. I lost my mother almost 10 years ago. Breast cancer, I had prepared for it, not a stroke. Even though I shopped for wigs with her (while she joked about looking like Farrah Fawcett) I have a soft spot for sick kids. Which is why I am donating my hair to Locks of Love. Also, thanks to Kelsey. You know why.

3 comments:

anakinsnana said...

With all you have been through, for you to still want to help someone else......well, it is just you. I love you so much.

J Prince said...

This is awesome! You inspire people no matter what obstacles you face. Love reading your blog!
Jeff Prince

Dinah Wooddell said...

Just saw your typing video. OMG....it's amazing what could yet be out there for you with God on your side. It was good news to hear about your left pinky! Just heard a girl speak today: "Never, ever, ever, ever give up" (Winston Churchill). I know you and Chris won't.....as we pray daily for you both. Jonny's Mom