I Can Still Make A Difference

In light of everything that has happened this semester, I’ve been working to come up with ways I can make a difference in this world without a college degree. Here are some ideas…

  • Become a guardian ad litem
  • Establish a restaurant that feeds the homeless
  • Foster to adopt medically fragile children & teens
  • Fundraise to pay for surgeries for children whose families cannot afford it
  • Get my CNA license
  • Help runaway teens reunite with their families or become independent/emancipated from them
  • Make my home into a shelter for homeless women & children
  • Publish book about life hacks for tubies– for tubies by tubies
  • Start a nonprofit organization like Chronic Lifestyle Understanding & Education (CLUE)
  • Start an orphanage or group home in conjunction with an animal shelter so each child can have a pet
  • Start support groups for chronically ill teenagers & young adults
  • Throw birthday parties for children in the hospital
  • Volunteer and/or work at a nursing home
  • Volunteer for Crisis Text Line
  • Work as a missionary

To be continued… 🙂

I Donated My Hair!

Chopped off 14 inches of my hair to donate to make wigs for kids battling cancer!! My hair hasn’t been this short since I was 13. I didn’t realize how much hair weighs, especially hair as thick as mine…I feel so much lighter! This new style is gonna take a lot of getting used to, but I am very excited to be able to give my hair to such a good cause 🙂

Two Years Gallbladder Free!

It’s been two years today since I had my gallbladder surgically removed! Two years free from crippling gallbladder ‘attacks’ that knocked me to the floor. It’s a nice thing to reflect on, because with that one surgery, I was CURED of what the pathologists deemed chronic cholecystitis. I wish all my illnesses and health woes had such easy fixes!

EDS Dance Moves

May is Ehlers-Danlos Syndromes Awareness Month! I plan to put together an awareness video 18491801_10211400950093038_3886477973530592870_oeventually…but in the meantime, here’s a sneak peak at some weird EDS hand movements. Notice how my hand almost looks like it’s turned inside out? That ‘flying swan’ hand position is like our EDS gang sign.. 😉

Lucie Is Officially A Graduate!

Today Lucie officially graduated from NC State’s Poole College Of Management with a degree in Business Administration with a concentration in Finance! Not only did she finish such a difficult degree (with English as her second language), but she graduated Magna Cum Laude with a GPA of 3.6. So proud of her! Today was a very long day…Shannon and I did not sleep at all last night (or the night before, actually), and she, Hillary and I left for PNC Arena at 7:45am (and didn’t leave until after 4, ha ha). But it was beyond worth it as it was absolutely wonderful to watch our sweet roomie walk across that stage. I love our little graduate so much!

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No Wonder I’m Exhausted

After a difficult semester full of medical twists and turns, I am needing to request a retroactive withdrawal. To begin the process, I had to submit a statement detailing the reasons why I was needing to withdraw.

I found myself struggling for words and anxious about the withdrawal process, so my mom kindly got on the phone and tried to help me figure out how to phrase the letter.

After rattling off a long list of symptoms, procedures, and medical vicissitudes, she finished with:

“This is something I’ve been dealing with for the past 5+ years…”

Wow, she’s right: 5+ years of this crazy, inconsistent life.

5+ years of waking up to fight fatigue, widespread pain, nausea, dizziness, tachycardia, low blood pressure, vertigo, migraines, dystonia, syncope, anaphylaxis, chronic infections, subluxations, dislocations, cognitive impairment, tachycardia…

5+ years of taking more medications than most 80 years olds. Drugs to treat symptoms and disease processes and then even more drugs to treat side effects of those drugs.

5+ years of needle sticks, blown IVs, invasive therapies, painful procedures; “eating” through a tube in my intestines; relying on a wheelchair (though using it less than I should due to fear of judgement); stabbing myself with EpiPens, grabbing at my throat gasping for breath; faking smiles, forcing laughs and constantly hiding behind an “it’s all good”; trying, and usually failing, to balance health, family and school, struggling not to define my existence by my disabilities…

No wonder I’m exhausted.