Blessed

I mentioned in my last post that I was hoping to get a recumbent bike to help me exercise at home. Well I have one! *This is where you should picture me jumping up and down excitedly*

Learning

I've been undergoing a process of relearning how to live. Then again, maybe I never knew fully how to live to begin with. Surviving through a life of one tragedy to next, how can normalcy exist?

Anyhow, I'm learning many new things, not all easy but all are important to me and the life that I wish to lead.

For My Meghan...

I thought it was about time that Meghan got her own space on the web. There's so much I want to remember, so many cute things to share. I thought I'd share that link here for any who are interested. :)

Meghan Joy - She's Our Mega Joy!

Acceptance

Turn on your tv, your computer, you radio or just walk out your front door and you'll hear. The world is crying out in unison, "Accept me. Love me for who I am. Take me as I am."

No matter what issues you're facing right now, everyone is craving that acceptance. Let me tell you a secret...

Is this hope?

I've talked about having Fibromyalgia in the past, I was diagnosed at 16 so it's not like it's news. It's also no secret that having a chronic pain condition sucks...big time.

Since I was 13 or so, I've had difficulty sleeping. The doctors just always said it was because of the Fibro and fed me more sleeping pills, pain pills, anti-depressants and herbal remedy pills. Somewhere around that same time, I had a chiropractor do x-rays who announced that my rib cage was underdeveloped. My primary said there wasn't anything to do about it and that was the end of it. On top of my sleep troubles I developed asthma, got sick easily (having a bad case of mono had me out of school for almost 8 weeks in the 6th grade), and battles of bronchitis often sent me to the hospital gasping for breath.

The doctors just always gave me pills and sent me on my way, never questioning, never searching for answers.

Seize The Day

Following my melt down surrounding Meghan's 2nd birthday, some switch flipped on. It was like I realized, perhaps finally, that there was absolutely nothing I could do to bring back my son, Max. But while I was fighting myself (and reality) so hard, I was missing out on this beautiful two year old girl.