Letter Two

I've decided to start a new segment on this blog called 'Letters to Vera'.

They are to a girl, who will be known on this blog as, Vera. This new segment will be an upclose view into my journey of fighting the illness that changed my life on September 20, 2010.

Why, you might ask? Because every girl should know what this disease is like. Every girl, of every color, creed, race, and age needs to know that they aren't the only ones fighting this disease. In these letters, the disease in question will be known as Yellow. Yellow is a nasty disease that few know about; but those that do know about it, know the journey isn't a pleasant one. It's one filled with countless medications, hospital visitations, and it leaves a life long impression.

Every girl should have the opportunity and the means to fight. And fight I will.

Fight for those girls that don't have the strength to do it themselves. I will stand my ground. I'm fighting not only for my own battle against this, but for those that are writhing in pain; for the young one that had to make a decision, yes or no. For those who know, and for those who need to know more.

Letter One

It has been a quick but painful journey to this day. One month ago I was diagnosed with a degenerative disease that caused my world to crash. It's been a battle between the good days and the bad days, and to be honest, I'm not sure which side is winning right now. I'd like to think that the good days are, tho.

Do I understand all of this? No. Do I know how this is fitting into God's will for my life? No. Have I asked God what He is doing in all of this? Oh yes; right after I told Him I was angry at Him. Yes, I've been angry at God. but in the midst of it all, I still trust God. 
He knows how it is going to end, and He knows exactly how much I can handle this. He knew that I would need an incredible support system, so He gave me three amazing sisters. One of whom has already conquered this mountain. He knew that my parents wouldn't be able to be with me during all of this, so He gave me Papa and Mama H. He knew I would need wise medical staff to help diagnose and treat this disease, so He gave me the incredible Dr. DV & CO.

Each day brings a new set of situations that have to be dealt with and processed. It has become the Mt. Everest of my life. Each day I'm learning that this mountain must be climbed one step at a time, and I'm determined to conquer it. One day at a time.

OH! Hello again...

I'm sorry, I didn't notice you sitting there. I was too busy gathering the dust bunnies and removing the cobwebs from this page. It's been quite awhile since the last time I've posted on here.


I was re-reading some of my older posts, and a flood of memories washed over me. Memories of life changing moments,  memories I'm trying to shoo out the door of my mind, and memories that I long to hold onto forever, but with each passing day, slip from my grasp.

United States, to Canada, fast forward 10 years, and there we were traveling back in the states, went to Tanzania, which is not only a different country, it's on a different continent. Moved yet again to the US of A..... And now The Nomadic Parents have been transferred to....


POLAND!!


Yes, you read correctly. Po-land. You know, Land of Poles??? No? Ok, how about pollocks? Yeah? Yes!! So the path of my ever so interesting journey takes another mysterious twist. Did I mention we are Nomads?  So here we go again; packing up our lives' favorite memories, and starting a new journey. I can't wait to turn future memorable moments into incredible memories!