Sitting in my room, in front of the fan because it’s so da… hot, listening to Pandora, and writing. I didn’t imagine I would be doing this, three years ago. I had different plans. I knew I would be writing, I just didn’t think I’d be back home. But you can make all the plans you want, but that doesn’t mean they will come true. What you want and what life will give you are two very different things, you just have to be ready to deal with what life throws at you, like it or not. I never wanted what I went through three years ago, or anything like it, but I got it and I had to deal with it.
I look back at these three years and I never imagined most of what has happened, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t enjoyed it. I have learned a lot, made new friends, had a lot of fun and if I was thrown into this path, I think it means this is will take me to where I’m supposed to be. Of course, the pain and all the surgeries were not planned, but all of that is behind me and I am as good as new. I’m alive, I have a home, I have family and friends. After surviving that, being healthy, and having to many great people by my side, I can’t complain.
And as I celebrate the third anniversary of me being alive and well, I just can’t help but be happy that I made it three years and I can share my story with all of you. I am so happy right now. And this isn’t the end of my story, I just had to take a brake to celebrate my 3rd second birthday… if that makes any sense.
And people please keep reading, let me know what you think or what you would like me to write about.