It was on my bucket list to get to one of her concerts, and not only did I get to hear her sing, I got to meet her. It was INCREDIBLE. She is better live then she is on recordings, seriously breath taking. She was so nice and seemed like just another normal person. I had my arm around her for one of the pictures and I said "Holy cow! Your tiny!" and she said "You are too!" back to me. I don't know why it was such a funny moment, but it was, and we laughed.
We waited to meet her in the classiest room. You can tell I was very excited!
A picture of me with the watercolor painting for Celine!
The fam with Celine
Me and Celine!
Celine giving me a cheeker, (I love cheekers, so on our way out she hugged me and kissed my cheek and I made them take a picture to capture the moment forever)!
So the story behind the next picture goes like this: Jordyn and I went to Mexico the summer of 2012 on a humanitarian trip. This was the last week I had that I felt normal. This was before I had any of my symptoms. You can tell who I am in the picture cause my shirt says my name. This was my last taste of "normal." But I'm realizing after multiple conversations with friends, family, patients, etc. that there is no normal.
The most normal thing I have in my life is my religion.
That's one of the only things that hasn't changed.
I'm bringing this up because I started feeling some symptoms again. My mouth always feels cold. My fingers are numb. My attitude toward life really hasn't been amazing lately. Even though some of the best things in my life have been happening.
One of my favorite quotes comes from A Tale of Two Cities. Charles Dickens.
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
That's how my life is. Dreadfully awful, and incredibly wonderful at the same time. One of the things (besides the amazing support I get), that makes my life tolerable, is my religion. It never changes. I feel so accepted. And I feel very peaceful on top of it.
I love the feeling of peace. I get that feeling from the LDS church and all it has to offer.
So yeah, maybe sometimes I feel like giving up, like it's too painful to take another step. YEAH, my symptoms just started again and my tumor is bigger than it has ever been. Yeah I have a piece of medal in my chest. Yeah I have a tumor in my brain and in my back. Yeah, I AM SCARED TO DEATH.
But the gospel brings me peace and that's all I could ever hope for.
I used to be so ripped!
So my incision started opening up and they told me if it comes all the way open, they will have to take it out and put it in again on the other side. They used "Dermabond" to seal it up again while pinching it together and rubbing rubbing alcohol and saline into my open wound. It was painful. Words were said. Anyways this is what my incision currently looks like:
Okay, I'm done now. Have a good week. Thank you for praying for me. The prayers are felt along with the support.
I can do hard things