This is where you’ll find your line."
Since I was a little girl I was a chatter box and always got a laugh. In school I kept up the chit chat much to the dismay of my teachers. I was the outgoing cheerleader that enjoyed being with people and making them laugh. I must also confess I loved the boys and was an outrageous flirt. Fast forward, past the hard 20's, and my world was turned upside down.
I was a 29 year old, single mom of two young girls, stripped of my career. Being told that ALS would take my life and the stability of my little girls. I had no time for pity parties. I had to prepare my girl's for a life without me. That would haunt them adversely to this day. When everything in your world begins to sink things you could have never imagined comes to the surface. Strength, love and hope!
Funny thing about doctors is they don't know everything. As I entered my 14th year with ALS I found my voice through blogging. Through the hell of the teenage hormonal years, living with a disability and finding the love of a good man, I had me a story. I write what I have lived and how it affects those around me. I use my chatty humor to tell a story I have been privileged to live. In most posts there is hope and I often use nature to express it. I see life so differently and I desperately want to share what I've learned.
My grammar stinks and I thank God everyday for spell checker. But I'm learning to express what I have lived through writing and poetry. I don't have any desire to be published, but I would give my right arm to have the fortitude to write my story as a novel (Jodi Picoult style, as seen through each characters eye's). In a way my blog is writing that novel but many relationships are left out (privacy issues). I'm going to take a few online writing courses, keep practicing using fiction and one day write my story. It's a daunting task with one finger but maybe with technology or a ghost writer it will happen.
What's my line? A deep appreciation of life.