Listening to : My children actually having a conversation instead of bitching at each other. Another sign of 1) the zombie apocalypse is coming and 2) my children are growing up
Today is my tenth year here. Wow. Ten years is a long time. A lot has happened ——–
Had two children. I remember wondering how we were going to survive after each of them. But we have.
My sister had a battle with colon cancer. Thanks to modern medicine and my sister’s will, she stomped it’s ass.
Our dad’s battle with colon cancer. A battle he wasn’t able to win. Been missing him for 5 years now. Never saw that coming.
Diving into the worlds of Autism, OCD, ADHD, Anxiety, Depression, and Bipolar Disorder. What a ride it’s been thus far.
The Introduction of Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy into our lives. What a sick bitch life can be sometimes.
I’ve also made some pretty kick ass friends by being here. Friends that know everything raw there is to know about me – and are here anyway. Friends that aren’t afraid to call me out or call me up. Friends that have done some pretty extraordinary things for my family. Friends right up the street, and friends all the way around the world. I heart you all.
Was that it? Anything I forgot? I left out the whole MD-lost-his-damn-mind-and-almost-left. I had a couple jobs. Did some pretty amazing shit through make-a-wish.
But most of all, I’ve changed. Not just because of the meds, but because of life. Because of how fragile it is. I’m terrified of every step I take now. I’m terrified of the steps I DON’T take now. I’m also terrified I’m not going to fully appreciate those steps as I’m taking them. The whole dynamic of my life has changed these past ten years. I’m gonna wager the next ten will change me as well. Since I started this blog, a little voice has popped into my head at least 4/5 times a day saying – I can’t wait to write this down.
I guess until it stops, I’ll be here.