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Friday, December 29, 2017

Well this just happened...

I don't think there has been any sign of this coming, even looking back now with hindsight 20/20, and I am the Queen of seeing signs....So, surprise, Alissa, You are starting up your blog again!  Welcome back.

I haven't looked at this in years.  I haven't reread any of the past posts.  Another day I will.  I am excited for that day to see just how far I have traveled in such a small amount of time.

Looks like I am starting a little ahead of schedule (if there was one) as people usually start new year "resolutions" on the first day of the new year but I have never been like everyone else so it only makes sense I am doing this my own way and in my own time.  I was just journaling and felt the need to "put it out there".... so here we are!

I have chosen 2 words to carry and embrace through 2018: 

AUTHENTICITY and ACCEPTANCE

For me this means just what you probably think it does, but there is a depth to it that might not be so obvious.  This past year has been about healing and returning to ME and I have needed to retreat from a lot of people, places, and things in order to do this.  I needed space and distance to figure out what was truly mine and what I had only believed to be mine.  I needed to learn to make space for myself again.  I had embrace all my dark, all my confusion and all my hurt.  I am still learning and evolving of course, but (as scary as it still is) I am feeling it is time to come back into that world again.   This means I have to learn how to carry all that I have learned and this new space I have created with me and not lose it when I am bombarded with all that is out there.  I have to be aware when it is my energy, my emotions, my beliefs and when it is someone else’s.  I have to stay grounded and connected to my truth even when I am being triggered by someone else’s.  I have to stay authentic even when it is not easy.  I have to keep my heart open and my ego in check and most importantly, I have to love and forgive myself when I fail at all of this, because I will, time and time again. 

So, all of that above is just attempting to explain where I am coming from and where I am thinking I am going…..BUT it’s all irrelative anyway because all that really ever matters is where I am!

Here is where I am:

What about instead of judging others and trying to change their actions and beliefs, we changed something inside of ourselves?   We became more of the person we believe others should be?  We did more for the causes we are fighting for and believe in?  We paved the way and showed how it is done?  Just because people speak or come off a certain way or even believe a certain way doesn’t mean they are really that way…there is so much we don’t know, so much that is hidden (even from themselves) on who they really are or how they got to be the way they are.   “It’s important to remember that people are always doing the best they can, including you.” Louise Hay


What if we just gave them the unconditional love and acceptance we are all so desperately seeking?
Show them the nonjudgement you wished they practiced and showed to the world
Donate that time / money / energy you wished they would donate
Radiate the love and unity you wish they would encompass

I cannot change any of you BUT I can change myself!  And that may in the end truly change someone else!


Friday, November 25, 2011

What is hope, exactly?

I've spent most of the past 2-1/2 years in a bubble.  A hope bubble.  It was popped last month and I haven't been sure what to do about it.  Then I started to question what hope even is and at what point it is appropriate and and what point it just becomes yet another device I use to get through my day.  Hearing the words : these drugs aren't working.  well, it threw me for a loop.  I always had those drugs to fall back on.  They were working.  This was it.  I just had to get Cole through the next couple years with no serious lung damage and I believed that it would all be fine. 

Next chapter, we join the thousand of other families plagued with this disease without a cure.  Yes, we are so much farther along than most of them....so much they would scoff at my comments.  Their loved ones barely made it out of diapers or grade school.  But this is where our journey starts, after the loss of so many. 

It doesn't stop hurting.  I thought somehow it would. 

The crawl is tomorrow.  Danny's anniversary of his death is tomorrow.  It's just bringing it all up.  People don't get how it feels.  They don't know that the crawl is so bittersweet for so many of us, we cry in the days leading up to it.  They don't get that a sister will be mourning her baby brothers death.  I am glad they don't, they wouldn't want to go.  It's still there though.  It's still always there.  Just send a prayer out to those that hurt.  They will feel it.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The outsiders

Well I don't much fit in with the sick world.  We've been too healthy lately.  The meds and therapy have become routine.  We forget we're one of you.  I know, I know..."enjoy!" or "screw you" or "must be nice"  We are, yes, and yes it is.  But I don't forget.  Promise.  You mommy's who are awaiting that surgery or wondering if your "baby" will get those lungs she needs to live....I don't forget about you.  But, I also don't get it either.  I still get to live in the well world where my biggest fights are about putting on shoes or going to swim lessons.  Where a doctors visit doesn't mean seeing doctors I can't pronounce or spell.  It may be us one day....

we go to Iowa City tomorrow.  I think I'm handling this one the best yet.  (we'll see! ;))  We have been SO blessed and i know that.  To the mommy's and familes out there dealing with illness my heart goes out to you.  I pray for you and yours.  Stay strong.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

well...

I usually freak out before the appointment....today it was after.  Just want to say I hate CF.  Cole's doing fine so far, I am just feeling weak and negative anyway.  Jenna's writing a paper on it and I couldn't even get myself to read it for her....I don't want to hear what it does and how it does it right now.  I don't want any more reminders of what Cole has to face.  Strength will come back, just not today.  Today I get to shed some tears and feel the anger.  The children that keep dying make it hard.  The babies it takes....well. 

On a positive note, I have someone who will do a fund raiser for us.  Now I just need someone local who needs our help.  Please let God bring them our way.  Send a prayer out there for me, will you?

Thursday, March 31, 2011

D-day 2 years out

2 years ago today my life was forever changed. On March 31st, 2009 we were told that our youngest son, Cole, who was 12 days old has Cystic Fibrosis. If I knew then what I know now – well, we all know hind sight is 20/20. I am sure I would have still needed to go through the grieving process. I honestly don’t know exactly what would have changed. I wish I could say that I wouldn’t have gone through those periods of incredible horror, anxiety and depression but to be honest, I still have fleeting moments of terror when I remember just what we are up against. When the harsh reality of just what this disease does to their precious bodies and the ultimate fear of losing my son consciously pummel my mind. It is not that I would be relieved of all these horrendous fears. It is that I would be able to see what a blessing this horrid disease would also bring to my life. It is hard to even say that out loud…this curse also being a blessing. It is a lot easier to say since Cole has been and continues to be a beautiful HEALTHY little boy. It is a lot easier to say when the promise of a cure is so close I can almost taste it, just as I can taste Cole’s salty skin.


This disease is a lot of things. For our family we’ve decided to make it a double edged sword. We rejoice in what we’ve been given. I thank God for all the blessings he sends our way. You have to remember…there is no bad without good, no light without dark. Some people have a harder remembering what is truly important and living in the moment. I am one of them. CF helps me to remember. It helps me to live life fully.
So exactly what are these blessings I speak of??? How has CF brought any good to my life? Let me explain! Cystic fibrosis has brought me closer to God. The biggest blessing he sent was that I have yet to question why CF was handed to us. It is as if He put that knowledge in my soul and allowed it to be known to my unconscious mind. I don’t have the answer but I don’t need it either. I didn’t get mad a God. I didn’t question my faith. He used it to draw me in, to remind me how strong my beliefs are and how important they are in my life. It has helped me fine tune who I am and strive towards the person I want to be. (For example, I fully credit CF for motivating me to run my first ½ marathon last spring.) It has helped me to see my “reasons” for being on this earth. Cystic Fibrosis has made me a better mother, wife, daughter, friend, person. Cystic Fibrosis has allowed me to see what is truly important in life and keep these realizations in my daily life. It has helped to free me from those superficial perceptions of who I should be and what I should be doing with my life. It has allowed me to have empathy and compassion for others way beyond I was ever capable of before. It has brought amazing people into my life who share their triumphs, fears, advice and daily lives with me.
Unfortunately, my son will have a totally different outlook on Cf. For it is his beautiful little body that it will ravage. His lungs that it will disease. His opportunities that it will try and destroy. I just pray that I can teach him the beauty of what we are each given in this life. As ugly as it may seem, there is beauty in there. He is so strong and I believe God gave him CF for a reason. It will just be up to him to find it and do the best he possibly can with it.

As a side note: Happy 21st birthday Becky. Your beauty was so easy to see. Your diseases was not. I wish I could say I would have the strength to write like this if my son is robbed of his life before his 21st birthday. I will be honest – I think my outlook would change. I pray for your family. I know you’re looking down on all of us now smiling!!!