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Saturday, May 23, 2015

A Letter To My Loved Ones


Dear Loved Ones,                             May 23, 2015

Being Chronically Ill sucks! I'm sure watching me be Chronically Ill really sucks, too. There's not a day that goes by that I didn't wish that this disease would just disappear from my life—OUR lives, really; but, let's be honest, it's not looking too promising. So I guess that the best thing that we can do is buck up and do the best that we can under the circumstances. I try to look at it as a blessing of sorts—weird, I know—because I think that Gastroparesis has made me a stronger person. It's a bummer that something like this has had to come into my life to make that happen, but...

Se la vie!

I want everyone to know that I love and appreciate all of your prayers and support. I am thankful for your understanding during my difficult times and my good times, as well. Thank you for embarking with me down this adventure that is Diary of A Gastroparesis Warrior and the outlet that it has afforded me. Thank you for allowing me to educate you and whomever else out there in this great wide world about this little known disease. Thank you for just being understanding.

Please continue to be sympathetic toward days when I have to cancel plans, be a party pooper, or am a little melancholy. You know that is not my normal M.O, but just means that my normal gusto has just “gusted” out the window that day and I need a breather. Don't EVER feel bad for asking how I am, that's showing concern, but don't chuck me under the chin and tell me to “buck up” because I might buck you under the chin and chuck you out of the door! I don't expect you to understand what it is I'm experiencing, but you can ALWAYS ask me to describe it—or just admit you don't know and say you're thinking of me! Empathy and sympathy goes a long way!

At the end of the day, a simple text, a “hey, lets get coffee/catch a movie”, dropping a card in the mail does wonders for a person's mood. We all lead a busy lives, even those of us who are Chronically Fabulous—but a little thought counts!

Sincerely,

Christine

Thursday, December 11, 2014

I LOVE Christmas!!

Christmas is my favorite time of year. I love the lights, the smells, the music (Oh, Holy Night and Silent Night are my favorite!), the decore, the weather (but Californians DO NOT know how to drive in rain), the spirit of the season, the gift giving...you get the idea. In particular, I like getting together with my family and having that time together. I don't suppose it's any one thing in particular, but the time together as a whole. 

Christmas Eve is ALWAYS spent at church. My mom sings with the choir. My dad helps direct the traffic. And I interpret for the Deaf. Once church is over we usually go to either my aunt's house to enjoy a time of gift exchange and food or to my house where we have friends over to do the same. Either way, it's a time filled with lots of fun, love, and food!

Christmas morning always starts with hot chocolate (with lots of marshmallows) and opening out stockings to see what Santa brought a us (yes, we still do "Santa" and it's fun!)--he usually brings gift cards, a toothbrush, gum, and jewelry. After that gifts are passed out. We go the one-for-each-person...OPEN. Do that process all over again method. It seems only fair and you can see what everyone received. Once the gifts are gone we have breakfast which usually consists of scrambled eggs, biscuits and gravy, and sparkling cider--what's Christmas without sparkling cider?! Then it's off to an aunt's or uncle's to participate in family fun and frivolity!

Much like Thanksgiving, Christmas is a food-centric holiday. I've come to cope with this fact, it's American society. I cannot ask my family or the world to change what it centers it's functions around just because I cannot partake in food the same way that they do. I still like baking (I'm not very good at that) and cooking (I'm pretty good at that) and so that's where I get my food thrills instead. I adapt to my circumstances the best that I can without inconveniencing those around me because that's all that I can really do. 

Christmas isn't TRULY about food. It's not about the decorations or the music or the present.  It's about the little baby that came, that was born in Bethlehem so long ago. That is why Christmas is important. We lose sight of it SO easily in the hustle and bustle of shopping, in the angst of our pain, in the frustration of our circumstances. Don't forget Who came and why He came this season. 

Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel.

Isaiah 7:14