I slowly sat up and assessed the damage. Stood up, brushed off the dust. Time to move on. January 8, 2015 a bomb went off. Diabetes. My babies body had turned on itself. Forever dependent on insulin. Forever living with a life and death responsibility. I'm not new to being knocked down. I understand that I will do this. Not always with grace, not always with confidence. I will do it. I have to. God did not give this to me because I can handle it. I'm no stronger than you reading this. I throw fits. I fail. I fail my friends, my family, myself. This happened because the world is imperfect. Because our human bodies are imperfect. Not because I can handle this more than the next person. I can handle this because I have to. One thing I have learned is people are good. We are all imperfect but we are good. Everyone of us was born to love each other and help each other. Life is hard. Getting knocked down sucks. If I could take diabetes for Max I would in a heart beat, if I could lose my voice and give it to Alex I would. My job though is to brush myself off and guide them through the mess. They are ok. We are ok. I am ok. Life is hard, but we get up and move on and fight hard.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
This thing called life.
September 7, 2007 a grenade went off. Wounded, I laid there for years. I didn't need to lay there that long, but I was afraid to look up. As the dust settled,