This is my 100th post.
My 1st year anniversary of my blog.
And my first year anniversary of joining Twitter.
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PROLOGUE...The former student I mention below, who volunteered with me for years after graduating, has lived her entire life with Cystic Fibrosis. She is now married to her high school sweetheart (who I cut from a basketball team I was coaching at the time...sorry) and is actually an art teacher, too. She had double lung transplant surgery over a year ago, after a long and stressful wait for a match.
I haven’t been writing a lot these past few weeks (not sure why) but I don’t really need to explain it to most of you. Shit happens.
As I was whining about my writerly problems and about my sick kids to one of my former students yesterday, who was in supply teaching, my sorry ass got reminded of how lucky I am.
She told me her body was rejecting her new lungs and that she had just been put back on the transplant list that morning.
NOT ONE TEAR…as she explained how the doctors felt she should go on the list right away so it wouldn’t get to a point where it was too late.
NOT ONE COMPLAINT…about the fact a life, she has long known was limited, is on hold, again.
NOT ONE TEAR…of waiting for the call that may, or may not, come at any moment.
Her desire to live every day to its fullest is something I have always admired and I just wanted to say thank you for being so strong, and reminding me to live every moment of my own life.
I'm sure there is someone who does that for you, so take a moment today and tell them.
If you would like to learn more about Cystic Fibrosis, you can visit Cystic Fibrosis Canada, or if you would like to support the fight against CF, click here.
My 1st year anniversary of my blog.
And my first year anniversary of joining Twitter.
I was going to thank the amazing community of writers, bloggers, and musicians that have impacted my life over this past year, but I scrapped it this morning to share a moment of strength and perspective.
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PROLOGUE...The former student I mention below, who volunteered with me for years after graduating, has lived her entire life with Cystic Fibrosis. She is now married to her high school sweetheart (who I cut from a basketball team I was coaching at the time...sorry) and is actually an art teacher, too. She had double lung transplant surgery over a year ago, after a long and stressful wait for a match.
I haven’t been writing a lot these past few weeks (not sure why) but I don’t really need to explain it to most of you. Shit happens.
As I was whining about my writerly problems and about my sick kids to one of my former students yesterday, who was in supply teaching, my sorry ass got reminded of how lucky I am.
She told me her body was rejecting her new lungs and that she had just been put back on the transplant list that morning.
NOT ONE TEAR…as she explained how the doctors felt she should go on the list right away so it wouldn’t get to a point where it was too late.
NOT ONE COMPLAINT…about the fact a life, she has long known was limited, is on hold, again.
NOT ONE TEAR…of waiting for the call that may, or may not, come at any moment.
Her desire to live every day to its fullest is something I have always admired and I just wanted to say thank you for being so strong, and reminding me to live every moment of my own life.
I'm sure there is someone who does that for you, so take a moment today and tell them.
If you would like to learn more about Cystic Fibrosis, you can visit Cystic Fibrosis Canada, or if you would like to support the fight against CF, click here.
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