Through my work at the hospital, I come into contact with so many people who are in serious health crisis, terminally ill, facing lifetime disabilities, and often the end of life. I may someday have similar struggles, but for now, I do not. I wake up and get myself up and ready for the day, walk and talk with my husband and children as they get ready for the day. I can and do everything for myself without struggle or disability. My day is full of celebration as I celebrate each step, each thought, each conversation, each swallow that takes place without effort or interruption.
Today I am optimistic about my prognosis and the progression of my disease. As cliché as it is to say, this diagnosis has made me grateful beyond words for each day I walk, talk, eat, and think clearly on my own. It is making me a more present mummy and wife, who can see the calm in chaos, the beauty in the mess, and joy in the small things. It has made me a more compassionate clinician who now knows the devastation and disorder an illness or diagnosis brings.
For me, the celebration is in the everyday. I really do have so much for which I am grateful! I must focus on the positive and surround myself with positivity.
I believe in healing. My faith has brought me through difficult days and been my source of strength of spirit. I choose to let God in and to give Him the chance to show me how powerful he is in taking care of me, providing for me and continuing to heal me.
I have focused on health, not illness. I believe in my brain’s ability to heal itself and am doing everything I can to help it do just that, protect and heal all my normal and abnormal brain cells. I believe that the choices I make for health will have an impact on how my disease progresses and I choose health!