Today I’m celebrating eleven years breathing with a double lung transplant! Even though a decade has passed, this particular day is still overpowered with great emotion for my family and I. The following timeline is unfortunately an accurate account of my life. It was my intention to write only small snippets of happiness.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Today is the perfect day to ask yourself, what is my definition of love? If you asked me this eight years ago when I first fell in love my answer would have been different than my answer today, however I have learned many lessons the past eight years. I’ve learned communication is key in any relationship, as well as, quality time, and making your spouse a top priority. Romantic relationships and marriages are not the product of each of you giving fifty percent. Both parties must give one hundred percent. Most importantly, love is a physical task, not a simple emotion.
Love is a verb, not a noun
My blog today is written by Jeremy and Audrey Roloff from Beating 50 Percent. Take a look at their thoughts revolving around the biblical meaning of love. I couldn’t agree more!
What is Beating 50 Percent?
Conclusion from The Gift of Sound: Part 1
The Start of Something New
Fast forward to October 31, 2008. It had been over a year since I had my transplants. I was doing well. I wasn’t suffering from any complications. Living happily and healthy as could be. I was finally able to schedule an appointment and qualification testing for cochlear implant surgery. Five years before, this surgery was not an option, because I was too sick to undergo anesthesia.
The Gift of Sound is dedicated to my dad, who’s love shines brighter than the sun.
During this time of year everyone has their minds on cooler weather, fall festivals, pumpkin spice, horror movies, haunted houses, and halloween parties. While I enjoy some of these as well, I always reminisce about the year 2008. October 31 to be exact, and no, not because of Halloween. I lost my sense of sound and became deaf when I was just eleven years old. I gained it back five years later. This is my journey.
October is domestic violence awareness month. I never thought I would be writing about this important topic. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago, when a very close family member of mine was physically abused that I realized domestic violence is not just an isolated instance, but a growing problem in today’s society, all over the world. 1 in 4 women and 1 in 7 men will experience severe physical violence by an intimate partner in their lifetime. There are spouses, siblings, elders, and children, suffering at the hands of abusers right now.
Autumn is my favorite time of year. I particularly love it for many reasons; the crisp weather, cool colors, halloween, my hearing being restored after losing it, and I met my husband.
Today, I’m reminancing the day I fell in love with Justin, my husband. I had signed up for online dating a year before, using both Match and eHarmony. I met a handful of unusual men. None of them were right for me. Mostly, not mature enough or had the wrong intentions.
The Park Bench
Last weekend I was invited to my friend, Abby’s bridal shower. We’ve been friends since middle school. We met in sixth grade homeroom. I was struggling to make new friends and too shy to speak with anyone. I passed her a note and asked if she was interested in getting to know one another. Since then, she attended all of my birthday parties and I’ve also worshiped with her at her church a few times in the past. She moved to Iowa after high school graduation and we lost touch for a little while, but recently rekindled our friendship.