This past year has been such a whirlwind, full of change, full of hope, and definitely some challenges. If you’ve already read my story, you know that I’ve been through a lot with my health. Three years ago, I spent Christmas in the hospital, and that was when I truly learned what life is all about. My surgery was what really hammered it into me, as I found out quickly who my true friends and family are. You know what though? This is the first New Years in so many years, that I can say that I’m truly healthy!
To me, life isn’t about things. It’s about being with those that you love, and being there for them no matter what. Throughout all of my experiences, I’ve learned how to see the bright side of every situation. It’s how I live now. My positivity is not some sort of show; I am truly blessed. I have the most incredible husband, who fought for me when I was too weak. He’s my constant source of inspiration and support, the man who got me through the days that felt like they would never end.
Before I shared my story on here, I was a very private person. I still am in many ways, but if you follow along with me on here, I’ll share more and more of my journey as time goes on. Very few know what I have been through, and even fewer know my whole story. Sharing my story on the internet pretty much shows I’m a go big or go home kinda girl. I hid so much of my struggle from the world. I hated pity parties, as I already got plenty of those from my doctors. I also never enjoyed talking about my health; it was my least favorite subject. Everything I have been through has brought me to where I am today, to a place where my strength is needed more than ever. This world has tried to break me many times, but that just isn’t possible.
I believe with all that I am, that there is a purpose to everything that happens in our lives, no matter how hard it may be to see at the time. I’ve witnessed so many miracles throughout my life, one that happened not long before my surgery, as I was in the hospital over Christmas. It was then that I knew I needed to have surgery. The idea of facing such a major operation consumed my thoughts and haunted my dreams. One night, as I slept in my ever so comfortable hospital bed (haha), I had a dream that I met my surgeon. I couldn’t see his face, but what I remember more than anything, is that my surgery would be scheduled on February 4th. The date actually popped up, clearer than anything. I woke up that morning and told my husband, but not thinking much of it. Fast-forward a few weeks, when I met with two different surgeons. Both surgeons were booked months out, but said they would fit me in much sooner, as they knew time was not on my side. The first surgeon called me after seeing him, and said the one-day he could fit me in would be…February 4th. My jaw dropped. I didn’t end up scheduling my surgery with him, as I just felt better about the other surgeon, as he’d performed two previous surgeries on me years ago. The other surgeon could only fit me in on February 3rd. Not quite the 4th, but I felt ok with that. As the weeks went by, I hardly slept at all; every moment was spent wondering if this was the right decision for me. A few days before my scheduled surgery, a nurse called and said there was an emergency, and they needed to reschedule my surgery for…February 4th. My dream literally became my reality! That is the sole reason that I knew I HAD to have surgery. This surgery made me who I am today, and I wouldn’t change any of it. This is my proof that everything, no matter how difficult it may be, happens for a reason.
I believe 2014 is going to be an amazing year! It’s my hope that it’s an incredible year for all of you as well, full of health, love and happiness! Through this blog, it’s my goal to tell you, or better yet show you, that if you never, ever give up, it will get better. I’m here to show you that miracles are possible, all you need to do is believe.