I've been feeling a rant coming on for a little while now. Maybe it's not a rant as much as it is my need to share my feelings and help you out a little. If you sense a bit of sarcasm or an attitude, you aren't imagining it.
Attribute it to my desire to believe the best about people, but I seem so shocked all the time at how little people actually think about others. Thoughtfulness and consideration is a hard thing to come by. Understanding and acceptance? Even harder to come by. I've been feeling like I need to get a couple things off my chest...
1. IF you know me, then yeah, you know I'm sick. No doy. You know I have scleroderma. You know I have both pulmonary fibrosis and pulmonary hypertension. You know I've had an emotional, difficult ride through pursuing every treatment on God's green Earth. You also know, none have worked or been available to me. The prognosis is terminal. Time is limited. Alright, so now that this is clear, let me make something else clear. Please please think before you say things to me. I know it's a difficult spot to be in and knowing what to say is not always easy. So, how about this, JUST SAY NORMAL THINGS. I'm still me. There's no reason I can think of that I should hear either of these two phrases from anyone (including in emails, text, etc.): "You poor thing" or "Well, it could be worse". Huh? Think about that for a second. Want some quick info on how people like me die? They suffocate. Literally. So, nope, can't think of a way that could be worse. And yet I still don't want your pity. Or at the very least, I don't wanna know about it. You can feel how you feel, but don't tell me you feel sorry for me. Please!
2. Please don't be overly nice and talk to me in that sweet, fake concern voice. I'm not fragile. I've proven to myself that I'm much stronger than I ever thought. And I'm not saying I won't be nuts by the end of all this, but treating me like I'll break if you don't fall all over me when you see me feels condescending, even if it's not the intention! If you see me, just be real. If you're glad to see me, then say so. Just remember my body might not work well, but there's nothing wrong with my mind and really nothing wrong with my spirit at this point either. I'm doing ok. I think the biggest problem I have with this is, be kind, supportive and respectful to me because that's who you are. We could all do a little more of that in our treatment of others. If you are already kind and respectful then when you see someone that's going through some stuff, you don't have to flip a switch and be on. Just make it what you do. Always.
3. Which kinda brings me to my last gripe. You know what's really annoying? There are so many people who are straight rude and inconsiderate, especially to people who use wheelchairs or other ambulatory assistance. Now, I know what you're thinking. I just said don't be fake. I'm gonna tell you though there is a ton of area between being overly nice and being a straight jerk. I'm not gonna lie, there are advantages to using a wheelchair sometimes. No lines at the airport, close parking and usually people are nice enough to hold doors and make room in an elevator. Travelling a lot with my friends has really opened my eyes to what people with disabilities really have to deal with.
The worst is that if I'm in a wheelchair and you have a question, I'm gonna need you to ask ME. NOT the person pushing the chair. Look at my face and realize I'm making eye contact and I'm talking to the people around me. Obviously, you don't need to ask the person helping me if I can walk. I can answer that question. I can tell you if I want a refill. I can say excuse me and please and thank you. For the longest time, I thought the stares were the worst but the assumption that because your body doesn't work, that also means your mind doesn't, is so rude.
That's probably enough complaining. Just lettin ya in on a little bit of me you probably didn't wanna know about. Oh yeah and don't worry, I'm not into cussing people out in public or anything so you can still talk to me when you see me out. Ha!
I'd say that's my quota of run-on AND incomplete sentences. Way too many ill-placed commas and plenty of sentences ended in prepositions for one day. Clearly, I'm not a writer but I play one on this blog.
Lone Cyprus
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
My first love.
After my parents' divorce, every weekend and every other Tuesday night my younger sister and I went to my dad's house for visitation, as the court called it. I can remember feeling the same way everytime I went. I felt confused and hurt. I was anxious about making sure everyone knew I was loyal to my mother. She didn't ask me to and no one asked me to betray her in anyway, but as a 10 year old, that's not how it felt. There was a stretch of time where I would go to my dad's house and then feel like I just wanted to escape. Everything about going to a separate home to see my own dad just made it more and more real that my parents' marriage was over and my life was never going to be the same. I wanted to run away. I wanted to hide and not deal with it. To pretend it wasn't happening. Slowly but surely, I started making up excuses and reasons to go hang out with my grandparents across the street from my dad's place. It started being about how funny my grandpa was while watching baseball. He loved the Cubs and man, he also liked to yell and always thought he was right. Since my dad didn't have cable and couldn't get WGN, I would get to his house and take off for my grandparents. I loved getting away and not having to think about my parents or what was happening to my family. Funny enough, along the way, I fell in love with baseball. And yes, the Cubs! That bond and escape baseball provided for me at that dark, difficult time, has stayed with me. Although my love has certainly expanded to include other sports, it is strong within me today.
Over the 33 years of my life sports have always played a huge role. I was a nominal athlete myself, but fandom has always come with great joy to me. I was always the one in my family or the one girl in my group of friends who could name every team in all three big sports. The one who knew most every player, position, rule and certainly the lastest stories as reported by ESPN. I've always enjoyed it but on top of it being fun for me, it was also an escape for me. Always. Anytime there was something stressful or difficult or heartbreaking or sad I would choose to turn on a game or Sportscenter or whatever ESPN was showing at the time. I could get caught up in the stories and people of any game. I still can. This has ALWAYS worked to relieve some stress and distract me and kinda relax my head a little.
I had an appointment with my pulmonologist today. This is what the whole appointment came down to, "You've taken chemotherapy. You've tried for a stem cell transplant and you've tried for a lung transplant. There is nothing else you can do. You are not going to get better. As a matter of fact, you're going to keep getting worse. I don't want to ruin your day but you need to start making decisions about end of life care. Will you sign a DNR, etc?" I have to tell you the truth, I appreciate his honesty. As soon as I got home first thing I did was turn on ESPN. I couldn't be distracted but tried again with a basketball game. No luck. Seems my trusty old friend isn't coming through in this case. Then again, what is worse? For me, as a 33 year old single woman with no children, the worse thing I can face is my own death, right? Wrong, it's not the death part that scares me. It's this period of time coming now. This time where emotions and fears will overwhelm me. My physical mobility will slowly fade away and I will become stationary. It's not a matter of yearssssss anymore. I don't know how long. No one does. I just know I turned that corner where making clear minded decisions about my future healthcare and after death care is necessary.
I wish some sportscenter would answer these questions, or at least make me feel like I have some hope somewhere else. Or maybe just help me escape long enough to forget I'm not just a normal girl. Those are the best times; when I don't even remember I'm sick. For now I just live. The best I can.
Over the 33 years of my life sports have always played a huge role. I was a nominal athlete myself, but fandom has always come with great joy to me. I was always the one in my family or the one girl in my group of friends who could name every team in all three big sports. The one who knew most every player, position, rule and certainly the lastest stories as reported by ESPN. I've always enjoyed it but on top of it being fun for me, it was also an escape for me. Always. Anytime there was something stressful or difficult or heartbreaking or sad I would choose to turn on a game or Sportscenter or whatever ESPN was showing at the time. I could get caught up in the stories and people of any game. I still can. This has ALWAYS worked to relieve some stress and distract me and kinda relax my head a little.
I had an appointment with my pulmonologist today. This is what the whole appointment came down to, "You've taken chemotherapy. You've tried for a stem cell transplant and you've tried for a lung transplant. There is nothing else you can do. You are not going to get better. As a matter of fact, you're going to keep getting worse. I don't want to ruin your day but you need to start making decisions about end of life care. Will you sign a DNR, etc?" I have to tell you the truth, I appreciate his honesty. As soon as I got home first thing I did was turn on ESPN. I couldn't be distracted but tried again with a basketball game. No luck. Seems my trusty old friend isn't coming through in this case. Then again, what is worse? For me, as a 33 year old single woman with no children, the worse thing I can face is my own death, right? Wrong, it's not the death part that scares me. It's this period of time coming now. This time where emotions and fears will overwhelm me. My physical mobility will slowly fade away and I will become stationary. It's not a matter of yearssssss anymore. I don't know how long. No one does. I just know I turned that corner where making clear minded decisions about my future healthcare and after death care is necessary.
I wish some sportscenter would answer these questions, or at least make me feel like I have some hope somewhere else. Or maybe just help me escape long enough to forget I'm not just a normal girl. Those are the best times; when I don't even remember I'm sick. For now I just live. The best I can.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Twitter? Yes, Twitter.
I'm not the best writer and that's gonna be evident by this blog. The thing is, I love Twitter. I'm kind of an addict. I happen to think everyone should be on Twitter, whether you actually Tweet or just follow others. So let me help you get started or give you a few extra people to add to your follow list. Trust me, I know something about needing to be entertained. I've got alotta time to fill.
5. Sarah Colonna @sarahcolonna
I can't describe how funny I think this woman is. She is my favorite female comedian and I got to see her live stand up earlier this year. She often tweets sarcastic, irreverent jokes and rips on her castmates. She makes fun of herself including her dating life and where she's from. I never skip over her tweets and honestly, that's saying a lot. I can only say that about a fraction of the people I follow. Sarah's a roundtable regular and writer for Chelsea Lately and After Lately. She recently wrote a book called "Life as I Blow It" and also has a sitcom that just got picked up by the same name. Sarah's just plain funny and somehow she makes me feel like we could sit down for a drink and chat and be friends. Maybe that's just wishful thinking.
Nah, she'd like me for sure.
4. Lil "C" @kingofkrump
Look guys, there's something about me you don't know. Or I don't know, maybe you do. I confess, I LOVE hip/hop. The culture, the music, the dancing, all of it. I get it. It makes no sense. I grew up in Southern Indiana in a town of 8,000. The definition of midwestern small town. I can't help it, I've fallen in love with it in my adult life. So, who is Lil C? He's just the man responsible for an entire genre of dance called krumping, that's all. I don't want to cross any lines and explain krumping as hip/hop dancing. It's not. If you wanna understand it better, I highly recommend you look up the documentary called Rize. It's inspiring and shed light on a way of life I didn't know a lot about. I realize my limitations in understanding something that came from a world I've only read about. I just know that Lil C is an innovator, a creator and he's inspiring to watch and listen to. He dances, he raps, he choreographs, I don't know, he probably makes magic too. I follow him on Twitter to get access to his most recent work in music and dance. He's also got a way with words and is often poetic and thoughtful in his posts. He purposely misspells words and makes up his own. Maybe I have a little crush, but that doesn't mean I'm not objective.
He's def ##Bucc!!!
3. Jeff C @ajeffclawson
So, Jeff's not "famous" and you may not have ever heard of him, although I wouldn't be surprised if you did someday. Jeff's a teacher in the Indianapolis area and he's actually a friend of a friend. I know him from his work at local improv company, ComedySportz and as a member of long form sketch group, Three Dollar Bill. I only marignally know him but I gotta tell you, to me, he's one of those people whom you meet and you like instantly. And man, is he funny. I have so much fun watching him on stage and his physical comedy makes me laugh more than anyone else I've seen. Obviously, when I found he was on Twitter it was a no-brainer to follow. I haven't been disappointed. He uses really intelligent, sharp humor. I love that he has an ongoing commentary on different subjects using hashtags like #MyDumbassSuburbanProblems, #ILoveMyWife, and #BewareDaHorsies. If you choose to follow Jeff and you don't at least chuckle to yourself once a day, then I don't know what's wrong with you.
(No pressure, Jeff.)
2.My number two has been deleted because I changed my mind. Just follow me on Twitter if you wanna. @bethfortwendel
1. Stuart Scott @stuartscott
STUART SCOTT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE I'VE NEVER MET! I'm serious when I tell you that following Stuart on Twitter has changed my life a little. Lemme explain. First of all, if you don't know who Stuart is, you need to watch ESPN like normal people. Seriously, I started following him because I LOVE sports. All my life I've been the girl who would choose ESPN or some baseball or football game over sitcoms and soap operas. I don't know what I'd do without ESPN and Stuart has always been my favorite Sportscenter anchor. These days, watching sports is a kind of escape for me. There's competition, heartfelt stories and hope. I love it and I get wrapped up so easily. Scleroderma has landed me on the couch more so than I appreciate and televised sports and sports news is a Godsend. So, thanks to ESPN for that. And Stuart entertains me. He's funny and uses clever, cool catch phrases. I wanna be cool like Stuart.
Second of all, Stuart is an awesome father/person. He uses Twitter often to tell stories about time with his children and the joys of parenthood. He shares his love for his kids and his hopes and dreams for them. He constantly praises them to all of us complete strangers and celebrates their unique qualities. I'm so impressed by this because I see parenting as THE most important job any one of us could have. I don't have children, but if I did I would want to have children with someone who views parenthood like he does. It's refreshing.
Third of all, Stuart has inspired me. He has cancer. At the time I'm writing this, I don't know what his current status is, but I know that for months I have read post after post of positive words and an attitude that I wish I could manufacture for myself. He has shared his journey through chemotherapy and tests with honest feelings about fears and triumphs. Each Tweet, each day that I read that has showcased his ability to look at life as a joy and something to be lived and not survived, has encouraged me. As a result, I felt strength build in me as well. Seems strange that someone I don't know and who only communicates through tidbits of his life in 140 characters at a time could affect me that much. But he has. Even after I've lived through the disappointment of being rejected for a life-saving stem cell transplant, I decided to push through all of it again in hopes of getting a lung transplant. All the paperwork, the tests, the poking, the proding, the hopes, the fears, the pain, all of it. I'm willing to do it all again based solely on the hope that I will breathe normally again. It's not likely Stuart will ever read this but I'm gonna say this anyway:
Thank you. For being honest and open and for sharing your struggle and your journey. Your story reached me and moved me.
Stay strong,
Beth
5. Sarah Colonna @sarahcolonna
I can't describe how funny I think this woman is. She is my favorite female comedian and I got to see her live stand up earlier this year. She often tweets sarcastic, irreverent jokes and rips on her castmates. She makes fun of herself including her dating life and where she's from. I never skip over her tweets and honestly, that's saying a lot. I can only say that about a fraction of the people I follow. Sarah's a roundtable regular and writer for Chelsea Lately and After Lately. She recently wrote a book called "Life as I Blow It" and also has a sitcom that just got picked up by the same name. Sarah's just plain funny and somehow she makes me feel like we could sit down for a drink and chat and be friends. Maybe that's just wishful thinking.
Nah, she'd like me for sure.
4. Lil "C" @kingofkrump
Look guys, there's something about me you don't know. Or I don't know, maybe you do. I confess, I LOVE hip/hop. The culture, the music, the dancing, all of it. I get it. It makes no sense. I grew up in Southern Indiana in a town of 8,000. The definition of midwestern small town. I can't help it, I've fallen in love with it in my adult life. So, who is Lil C? He's just the man responsible for an entire genre of dance called krumping, that's all. I don't want to cross any lines and explain krumping as hip/hop dancing. It's not. If you wanna understand it better, I highly recommend you look up the documentary called Rize. It's inspiring and shed light on a way of life I didn't know a lot about. I realize my limitations in understanding something that came from a world I've only read about. I just know that Lil C is an innovator, a creator and he's inspiring to watch and listen to. He dances, he raps, he choreographs, I don't know, he probably makes magic too. I follow him on Twitter to get access to his most recent work in music and dance. He's also got a way with words and is often poetic and thoughtful in his posts. He purposely misspells words and makes up his own. Maybe I have a little crush, but that doesn't mean I'm not objective.
He's def ##Bucc!!!
3. Jeff C @ajeffclawson
So, Jeff's not "famous" and you may not have ever heard of him, although I wouldn't be surprised if you did someday. Jeff's a teacher in the Indianapolis area and he's actually a friend of a friend. I know him from his work at local improv company, ComedySportz and as a member of long form sketch group, Three Dollar Bill. I only marignally know him but I gotta tell you, to me, he's one of those people whom you meet and you like instantly. And man, is he funny. I have so much fun watching him on stage and his physical comedy makes me laugh more than anyone else I've seen. Obviously, when I found he was on Twitter it was a no-brainer to follow. I haven't been disappointed. He uses really intelligent, sharp humor. I love that he has an ongoing commentary on different subjects using hashtags like #MyDumbassSuburbanProblems, #ILoveMyWife, and #BewareDaHorsies. If you choose to follow Jeff and you don't at least chuckle to yourself once a day, then I don't know what's wrong with you.
(No pressure, Jeff.)
2.My number two has been deleted because I changed my mind. Just follow me on Twitter if you wanna. @bethfortwendel
1. Stuart Scott @stuartscott
STUART SCOTT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE I'VE NEVER MET! I'm serious when I tell you that following Stuart on Twitter has changed my life a little. Lemme explain. First of all, if you don't know who Stuart is, you need to watch ESPN like normal people. Seriously, I started following him because I LOVE sports. All my life I've been the girl who would choose ESPN or some baseball or football game over sitcoms and soap operas. I don't know what I'd do without ESPN and Stuart has always been my favorite Sportscenter anchor. These days, watching sports is a kind of escape for me. There's competition, heartfelt stories and hope. I love it and I get wrapped up so easily. Scleroderma has landed me on the couch more so than I appreciate and televised sports and sports news is a Godsend. So, thanks to ESPN for that. And Stuart entertains me. He's funny and uses clever, cool catch phrases. I wanna be cool like Stuart.
Second of all, Stuart is an awesome father/person. He uses Twitter often to tell stories about time with his children and the joys of parenthood. He shares his love for his kids and his hopes and dreams for them. He constantly praises them to all of us complete strangers and celebrates their unique qualities. I'm so impressed by this because I see parenting as THE most important job any one of us could have. I don't have children, but if I did I would want to have children with someone who views parenthood like he does. It's refreshing.
Third of all, Stuart has inspired me. He has cancer. At the time I'm writing this, I don't know what his current status is, but I know that for months I have read post after post of positive words and an attitude that I wish I could manufacture for myself. He has shared his journey through chemotherapy and tests with honest feelings about fears and triumphs. Each Tweet, each day that I read that has showcased his ability to look at life as a joy and something to be lived and not survived, has encouraged me. As a result, I felt strength build in me as well. Seems strange that someone I don't know and who only communicates through tidbits of his life in 140 characters at a time could affect me that much. But he has. Even after I've lived through the disappointment of being rejected for a life-saving stem cell transplant, I decided to push through all of it again in hopes of getting a lung transplant. All the paperwork, the tests, the poking, the proding, the hopes, the fears, the pain, all of it. I'm willing to do it all again based solely on the hope that I will breathe normally again. It's not likely Stuart will ever read this but I'm gonna say this anyway:
Thank you. For being honest and open and for sharing your struggle and your journey. Your story reached me and moved me.
Stay strong,
Beth
Thursday, July 28, 2011
My lungs made me do it.
It's time for another update. I'd love to say that things are looking up. Ya know, it's positive and good things are on the horizon. Truth is, things are unclear, heavy and have been coming to me bearing my good old friend anxiety. There have been some wonderfully good things recently too though! I took a couple trips this summer and got to check off many items on my bucket list. In many ways it has been a very happy, fulfilling summer. I sat in the Chicago Cubs dugout, tried new, exotic and ethnic foods, added another stamp to my passport and even enjoyed my first experience on urban/metro transportation. I've seen some dreams of mine come true and I'm excited and grateful for each one. Happy, thankful tears have followed each new experience and my life and relationships are richer and fuller having shared them.
What in the world could overshadow such blessings? Unfortunately, I've found that interstitial lung disease can. No matter how hard I have fought to push the thoughts and the ideas out of my mind, the reality of what is happening to me and what I'm facing, it seems they always linger. Like a big ugly wart on an otherwise lovely hand. It's always there and there is no escape. Literally every step of every day is affected by my inablility to breathe well.
It's funny because I have, at different times in my life, found myself inspired by people in desperate or bleak circumstances. Those people who always seem to be positive and have this message for the world that no matter your struggle, life is good. I find myself wishing I could manufacture that attitude or outlook. I'd love to be the kind of person who could be 32 years old, dying and still telling everyone how wonderful things are. But I just can't do that. There is nothing extraordinary about me. I'm just a regular person who has scleroderma and whose lungs are slowly becoming rocks (almost literally). So I need others to understand that yes, wonderful blessings still come in my life. And yes, I am indeed thankful for them. But more than that, I feel like life is just hard. For real. THIS. SHIT. IS HARD.
Frankly, I have become such a complainer and so intolerant of things that I feel are stupid or a waste of good time and energy. I'm not good at faking any of it. I try but that seems to take energy I don't care to spend. On the flip side, I definitely think kindness is important and I do make efforts to be kind but man, the trivial things just get to me.
In about a week I'll start a process of pre-qualifying for a double lung transplant. (I can't believe I actually just wrote that sentence.) It's crazy I'm here. Already. There's a lot riding on these first few tests. Actually, my life is riding on these first few tests. Basically they need to know if my esophagus is working well enough not to destroy new lungs were I to get a transplant. The long and the short of it is that if my esophagus isn't functioning properly, I'm immediately eliminated from the possibility of a transplant. If it seems to be working ok, then I can continue on with more testing and searching for a hospital with a program that will accept me. And yes, we are this point. My lung function numbers have steadily decreased since my diagnosis and so much so over the past year that my oxygen use has doubled and my oxygen saturation has dropped, at times into the 60s without supplemental oxygen. (If you're not sure what that means, a quick google search will clear it up.)
So all this to say, sorry if I've been a jerkface to you at any point but the truth is, I don't appreciate this whole situation much and it's not really bringing me a lot of warm fuzzies. I'm doing the best I can with what I have but I admit a lot of times the best I can is just a lot of crabbiness. Maybe some epiphany will come that changes my attitude and brings some acceptance and understanding but for now, know that in my heart I'm not really a jerk I'm just a little pissed off at life. So, uh sorry I guess.
What in the world could overshadow such blessings? Unfortunately, I've found that interstitial lung disease can. No matter how hard I have fought to push the thoughts and the ideas out of my mind, the reality of what is happening to me and what I'm facing, it seems they always linger. Like a big ugly wart on an otherwise lovely hand. It's always there and there is no escape. Literally every step of every day is affected by my inablility to breathe well.
It's funny because I have, at different times in my life, found myself inspired by people in desperate or bleak circumstances. Those people who always seem to be positive and have this message for the world that no matter your struggle, life is good. I find myself wishing I could manufacture that attitude or outlook. I'd love to be the kind of person who could be 32 years old, dying and still telling everyone how wonderful things are. But I just can't do that. There is nothing extraordinary about me. I'm just a regular person who has scleroderma and whose lungs are slowly becoming rocks (almost literally). So I need others to understand that yes, wonderful blessings still come in my life. And yes, I am indeed thankful for them. But more than that, I feel like life is just hard. For real. THIS. SHIT. IS HARD.
Frankly, I have become such a complainer and so intolerant of things that I feel are stupid or a waste of good time and energy. I'm not good at faking any of it. I try but that seems to take energy I don't care to spend. On the flip side, I definitely think kindness is important and I do make efforts to be kind but man, the trivial things just get to me.
In about a week I'll start a process of pre-qualifying for a double lung transplant. (I can't believe I actually just wrote that sentence.) It's crazy I'm here. Already. There's a lot riding on these first few tests. Actually, my life is riding on these first few tests. Basically they need to know if my esophagus is working well enough not to destroy new lungs were I to get a transplant. The long and the short of it is that if my esophagus isn't functioning properly, I'm immediately eliminated from the possibility of a transplant. If it seems to be working ok, then I can continue on with more testing and searching for a hospital with a program that will accept me. And yes, we are this point. My lung function numbers have steadily decreased since my diagnosis and so much so over the past year that my oxygen use has doubled and my oxygen saturation has dropped, at times into the 60s without supplemental oxygen. (If you're not sure what that means, a quick google search will clear it up.)
So all this to say, sorry if I've been a jerkface to you at any point but the truth is, I don't appreciate this whole situation much and it's not really bringing me a lot of warm fuzzies. I'm doing the best I can with what I have but I admit a lot of times the best I can is just a lot of crabbiness. Maybe some epiphany will come that changes my attitude and brings some acceptance and understanding but for now, know that in my heart I'm not really a jerk I'm just a little pissed off at life. So, uh sorry I guess.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Brand New
I've been thinking about the title of my blog. "The Journey to a Brand New Beth". I named it in the midst of the fundraising campaign to raise money for a stem cell transplant. It made sense at the time. I thought I would have this transplant and it would transform my life. I would have remission and hope, hope that my health would be brand new. Since I was rejected for the transplant, it's been difficult for me to see how that old title I chose could still apply. It seemed to me that the same old Beth wasn't becoming brand new. I was becoming a sick girl on a quick road to a short, stationary life.
And then a few days ago I was looking through pictures I had been tagged in on Facebook. I came across a picture that had been taken of me 10 years ago by my very favorite International student at college named Yoko. I was completely shocked at what I saw. I studied the picture and then clicked back to a picture of myself taken just a few weeks ago and couldn't believe the difference. I clicked back and forth and back and forth. An unbelievable thing has happened to me. I absolutely LOOK like a brand new Beth. Feel free to take a look at the difference:
Ten years have passed between these photos but my spirit feels just as alive as I was at 22yrs. I've learned a lot, some big lessons and a lot about love.
#1. I've learned to roll with the punches where my physical body is concerned. Ten years ago didn't look that great but I was VERY healthy. Now, I look ten times better but my body is incredibly unhealthy. Life's funny like that and physical beauty means so little when you're forced to get down to the core of who you are.
#2. Nothing on this planet can replace the love and importance of family and a support system. I'm the luckiest girl on the planet to have people who have sacrificed and continue to sacrifice time, money, work, and many times their own personal preferences to help meet my needs. I hope that when things get hard in your life, and they will, that you have even a fraction of the love and support I have. They make me strong and happy.
#3. I have learned over these 10 years what love is. The completely unselfish, 100% committed, humbling, real thing. And her name is Sandy. My mom has been my biggest teacher, supporter and example of love. She is responsible for me being who I am. (So if you don't really like me much, you might wanna take it up with her.)
#4. This is the biggie. Here's my single biggest passion and I've learned all about it. TIME. As in, it's here. And it's passing by. That picture from 10 years ago shocked me, but I can tell you this, when I look in the mirror I don't see that big of a change. Almost like no time has passed. It just goes so quickly and before you know it, a decade is gone. If I had known at age 22 what I know now, that I would have a progressive, incurable disease. That my lungs would fail me and my biggest dreams would always be out of my reach, OH how different these ten years would have been. The trick here is, we don't get that advantage. None of us. So stop and think now. Stop wasting your time. Here's what matters: God (or whomever/whatever you believe in) and your human relationships. And that's it. Period. Take care of what's important, stop being so serious and get over yourself. Stop worrying about failing someone else. Stop letting someone else tell you what you're worth. Stop waiting around for your future to fall in your lap. Stop being selfish and start being kind. And go live. Enjoy this time because you don't have a lot. Cliche of all cliche's but it's true.
The thing is, I am becoming a brand new Beth. You can see it in the pictures but more importantly I can see it IN me. I want to grow more and learn more and love more. I'm tested daily and trust me, I get testy! But I don't care about money or fame or status. I just wanna love and be loved, just like everyone else. And I'm not afraid to admit it!
The brand new me will come. I'm still on the Journey.
And then a few days ago I was looking through pictures I had been tagged in on Facebook. I came across a picture that had been taken of me 10 years ago by my very favorite International student at college named Yoko. I was completely shocked at what I saw. I studied the picture and then clicked back to a picture of myself taken just a few weeks ago and couldn't believe the difference. I clicked back and forth and back and forth. An unbelievable thing has happened to me. I absolutely LOOK like a brand new Beth. Feel free to take a look at the difference:
Ten years have passed between these photos but my spirit feels just as alive as I was at 22yrs. I've learned a lot, some big lessons and a lot about love.
#1. I've learned to roll with the punches where my physical body is concerned. Ten years ago didn't look that great but I was VERY healthy. Now, I look ten times better but my body is incredibly unhealthy. Life's funny like that and physical beauty means so little when you're forced to get down to the core of who you are.
#2. Nothing on this planet can replace the love and importance of family and a support system. I'm the luckiest girl on the planet to have people who have sacrificed and continue to sacrifice time, money, work, and many times their own personal preferences to help meet my needs. I hope that when things get hard in your life, and they will, that you have even a fraction of the love and support I have. They make me strong and happy.
#3. I have learned over these 10 years what love is. The completely unselfish, 100% committed, humbling, real thing. And her name is Sandy. My mom has been my biggest teacher, supporter and example of love. She is responsible for me being who I am. (So if you don't really like me much, you might wanna take it up with her.)
#4. This is the biggie. Here's my single biggest passion and I've learned all about it. TIME. As in, it's here. And it's passing by. That picture from 10 years ago shocked me, but I can tell you this, when I look in the mirror I don't see that big of a change. Almost like no time has passed. It just goes so quickly and before you know it, a decade is gone. If I had known at age 22 what I know now, that I would have a progressive, incurable disease. That my lungs would fail me and my biggest dreams would always be out of my reach, OH how different these ten years would have been. The trick here is, we don't get that advantage. None of us. So stop and think now. Stop wasting your time. Here's what matters: God (or whomever/whatever you believe in) and your human relationships. And that's it. Period. Take care of what's important, stop being so serious and get over yourself. Stop worrying about failing someone else. Stop letting someone else tell you what you're worth. Stop waiting around for your future to fall in your lap. Stop being selfish and start being kind. And go live. Enjoy this time because you don't have a lot. Cliche of all cliche's but it's true.
The thing is, I am becoming a brand new Beth. You can see it in the pictures but more importantly I can see it IN me. I want to grow more and learn more and love more. I'm tested daily and trust me, I get testy! But I don't care about money or fame or status. I just wanna love and be loved, just like everyone else. And I'm not afraid to admit it!
The brand new me will come. I'm still on the Journey.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Happy Times!!
About 15 months ago, I made a promise to myself. I promised that I as long as I was breathing, I would never stop living. I want to experience new people and places and things. I have been blessed over and over with opportunities to do just that! Each experience has come about with its own set of unique circumstances. Instead of boring you with long-winded stories and commentary, I decided to put together a picture blog of the past year and a half. I have included as many events and traveling adventures as I have pictures of...some are not represented but every single one has made my life richer and fuller!
Sugarland and Keith Urban concert in Nashville!
Miranda Lambert at Ryman Auditorium with Erin!
Sara Evans in Indy with Claire!
Gatlinburg getaway with Emily, Erin, Rachel, Rebecca, Kasie and Vanessa!
Panama City Beach with my dad and friends. Nov 2009
Zac Brown Band with Emily at the Ryman!
New Years Eve at BB Kings in Nashville with Emily, Erin, Rachel, Sarah, and Vanessa!
Visiting my brother and family in North Carolina. Feb 2010
My niece, Lydia born 3/8/10!
Bon Jovi concert in Nashville with Claire and Rachel!
Memphis with Erin!
Claire and I spent a week in the Monterey/San Francisco Bay, California area. This is Pebble Beach.
Patty Griffin concert at the Ryman with Claire, Emily, Rachel and Erin!
Panama City Beach Girls Getaway! Fun in the sun with Emily, Erin, Rachel, Vanessa and Kasie!
North Carolina beach vacation with my brother's family, my mom and stepdad!
My 32nd Birthday dinner with Erin and Rachel at The Melting Pot!
Dinner pre-Chelsea Handler stand-up in Nashville with Carin, Erin, Emily, Vanessa and Rachel!
First time at Lucas Oil Stadium for Colts and Giants game. Colts win!
I got to meet Chris Franjola after his stand-up act at Zanies in Nashville!
Panama City Beach for golf with Emily, my dad, Barb and their friends!
Colts game number 2!! Ochocinco and T.O. were no match for my Colts!
I consider myself incredibly lucky and I am more than excited for all the things to come!
Sugarland and Keith Urban concert in Nashville!
Miranda Lambert at Ryman Auditorium with Erin!
Sara Evans in Indy with Claire!
Gatlinburg getaway with Emily, Erin, Rachel, Rebecca, Kasie and Vanessa!
Panama City Beach with my dad and friends. Nov 2009
Zac Brown Band with Emily at the Ryman!
New Years Eve at BB Kings in Nashville with Emily, Erin, Rachel, Sarah, and Vanessa!
Visiting my brother and family in North Carolina. Feb 2010
My niece, Lydia born 3/8/10!
Bon Jovi concert in Nashville with Claire and Rachel!
Memphis with Erin!
Claire and I spent a week in the Monterey/San Francisco Bay, California area. This is Pebble Beach.
Patty Griffin concert at the Ryman with Claire, Emily, Rachel and Erin!
Panama City Beach Girls Getaway! Fun in the sun with Emily, Erin, Rachel, Vanessa and Kasie!
North Carolina beach vacation with my brother's family, my mom and stepdad!
My 32nd Birthday dinner with Erin and Rachel at The Melting Pot!
Dinner pre-Chelsea Handler stand-up in Nashville with Carin, Erin, Emily, Vanessa and Rachel!
First time at Lucas Oil Stadium for Colts and Giants game. Colts win!
I got to meet Chris Franjola after his stand-up act at Zanies in Nashville!
Panama City Beach for golf with Emily, my dad, Barb and their friends!
Colts game number 2!! Ochocinco and T.O. were no match for my Colts!
I consider myself incredibly lucky and I am more than excited for all the things to come!
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
If we're talking about clouds, are they 'grey' or 'gray'?
My bedroom is warm and my TV is fixed on ESPN but the only sound is the hum of the ceiling fan. These are the dangerous times. It's Thanksgiving eve and here I am, thinking. It sounds a lot like complaining to say that the holidays just don't have the same shine they used to. At the same time, the more I think about it, I don't think that idea is all that uncommon. As we get older, I think the way most people look at the holidays or feel when they come around, changes. Life changes. Hearts get broken, loved ones pass, illness strikes, homes are lost...lots of things skew our view.
For me, as a child I was the type that loved every second of every holiday. And this time of year especially, I was happy and filled with excitement and just plain ol' happiness. Being with my family, helping prepare meals, holiday shopping, just the cool air and decorations energized me. Then my parents' divorce came. Some of those things changed and felt and looked different but over time I adjusted. So I guess you could say there was a tiny gray cloud over some of my favorite days.
Just a few weeks before Christmas, sometime in my mid-twenties, I met this guy. And I admit, I fell quick and hard. I lost my mind (in a good way) over that man and I spent a year in total happiness and bliss. I was in love and I found the man of my dreams and I trusted and believed in him completely. That next Christmas Eve I found myself in one of those movie scenes where the guy is at his girl's family Christmas gathering and he's getting on his knee in front of everyone there telling her how much he loves her and asking her to be his wife. I said yes! Fast forward a few months and he had changed his mind and wrecked my heart. The blow was devastating and the gray cloud grew a little, taking a wee bit more of my easy joy of the season.
Almost exactly two years ago, I had my very first Pulmonary Function Test. I knew something wasn't right and I was scheduled to see my Rheumatologist I'd seen a couple times for this weird thing that happens to my hands when they get cold. My little sister came in the room with me and as I took my first breath and following the instructions of the tech, blew as hard and fast as I could into that machine, tears immediately began to fall. I KNEW something was wrong and not just a little wrong, but life-changing wrong. Days later I found out just how right I was. I had scleroderma. Diffuse Systemic Scleroderma. And yes, it's just as scary and terrible as it sounds. At 30 years old I was told I had a progressive, incurable disease. And right in the middle of my 'joyful season'. Talk about gray cloud growth!
Over the last two years I've had nearly every up and down and all around experience you can imagine. Most of the people that will read this know, I'm holding my own at this point and I'm doing the best I can. And this year, that gray cloud is present, it always will be. It's part of life. Everybody grows one.
Be happy and thankful. I sure am. My bedroom is warm, UK is getting handled and I get to eat pumpkin pie tomorrow!
For me, as a child I was the type that loved every second of every holiday. And this time of year especially, I was happy and filled with excitement and just plain ol' happiness. Being with my family, helping prepare meals, holiday shopping, just the cool air and decorations energized me. Then my parents' divorce came. Some of those things changed and felt and looked different but over time I adjusted. So I guess you could say there was a tiny gray cloud over some of my favorite days.
Just a few weeks before Christmas, sometime in my mid-twenties, I met this guy. And I admit, I fell quick and hard. I lost my mind (in a good way) over that man and I spent a year in total happiness and bliss. I was in love and I found the man of my dreams and I trusted and believed in him completely. That next Christmas Eve I found myself in one of those movie scenes where the guy is at his girl's family Christmas gathering and he's getting on his knee in front of everyone there telling her how much he loves her and asking her to be his wife. I said yes! Fast forward a few months and he had changed his mind and wrecked my heart. The blow was devastating and the gray cloud grew a little, taking a wee bit more of my easy joy of the season.
Almost exactly two years ago, I had my very first Pulmonary Function Test. I knew something wasn't right and I was scheduled to see my Rheumatologist I'd seen a couple times for this weird thing that happens to my hands when they get cold. My little sister came in the room with me and as I took my first breath and following the instructions of the tech, blew as hard and fast as I could into that machine, tears immediately began to fall. I KNEW something was wrong and not just a little wrong, but life-changing wrong. Days later I found out just how right I was. I had scleroderma. Diffuse Systemic Scleroderma. And yes, it's just as scary and terrible as it sounds. At 30 years old I was told I had a progressive, incurable disease. And right in the middle of my 'joyful season'. Talk about gray cloud growth!
Over the last two years I've had nearly every up and down and all around experience you can imagine. Most of the people that will read this know, I'm holding my own at this point and I'm doing the best I can. And this year, that gray cloud is present, it always will be. It's part of life. Everybody grows one.
Be happy and thankful. I sure am. My bedroom is warm, UK is getting handled and I get to eat pumpkin pie tomorrow!
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