Rare

“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.” -Dr. Steve Maraboli

What goes around comes around. I truly believe that if you put good out into the world, it will come back to you in one way or another. It can be so difficult to go day by day and feel like nothing good ever comes to you. Nothing ever happens as quickly as we would like, but I do believe that our individual challenges have ways of working themselves out. Whether you are religious or not, no matter what you believe in, I believe that in the end everything will fall into place as it should- that is, if we have the patience to wait long enough. I’ve always somehow ended up in the right place at the right time, and time and time again I realize that everything happens for a reason.

The whole time that I’ve been sick, I have thought to myself, “What would I say if I had five minutes left to live and knew that every person I’ve crossed paths with could hear my thoughts?” The thinking in the shower, the thoughts that go through my head as I strum my guitar- My realizations that despite everything, I have ended up exactly where I am supposed to be.

You don’t want to live life constantly searching for the “better tomorrow’s”. If you live each day only thinking about what you would do if the day had been better to you, before you know it, you will discover that life has passed you by. If you make it a point to find just one good thing that happened, maybe you will discover that there really is light at the end of your dark tunnel.

One of the parts that I appreciate the most about living with a chronic illness and having so many close friends with chronic illnesses- I don’t leave words left unsaid. I tell my friends that I love them every chance I get because in the back of my mind I always ask myself if I would be happy with my words if they were to be the last words to a dear friend.

I am not walking the path that I would have chosen for myself. I am a rare breed of human who can’t be found just anywhere. I smile in the face of a challenge and don’t fear diversity the way that most women my age do. My body is flawed in more ways than can be counted, but I no longer try and hide behind my differences. At the end of the day, all anyone wants is to find happiness in all the dark shadows of the world. If my little voice can play a part in paving the way for all of my fellow rare warriors, I know that each of my days are playing out exactly as they should. I will never fit in with the cookie cutter persona that our society expects women to uphold, but for the first time in my life, I am perfectly okay with that.IMG_1914

Happy Rare Disease Day!

Living with Mast Cell Disease- Heroes

“A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.” – Christopher Reeve

            Everywhere we go, we are surrounded by heroes. A hero can be anyone. Being a hero means that you’ve been able to make a difference in someone else’s life. Whether you’ve pulled someone from a burning building or were the only reason that a person smiled today, you’re a hero. Then you have the superheroes, the people that make an unbelievable difference in society. Christopher Reeve, the original Superman, will always be a legend. Most people know him for his cape and tights, but in my eyes he’s a superhero because of a completely different battle – the one that was going on inside his body. Christopher Reeve fought Mastocytosis, a devastating, incurable, and life-threatening disease. The fact that Reeve was able to be Superman while he had a war going on inside his own body definitely qualifies him as a superhero. Only the toughest can battle mast cell disease; I know this because I am fighting it too.

Mast cell disease has definitely made a huge impact on my life. It has taken a lot away from me, but at the same time, I’ve gained from it. Once the disease took over, I developed a whole new perspective on life. It brought me back to reality. You never truly understand the complexity of life until something happens and reality slaps you in the face. It’s probably safe to say that the majority of our society is completely oblivious to everything going on in our world. We as a society take so much for granted and rarely spend time thinking about how our lives could be drastically changed within a split second. You or a loved one could be involved in a serious accident, have your lives forever changed by a natural disaster, or like me, be given a life-altering diagnosis. After I was diagnosed, I felt like everything that I had previously worked so hard to achieve was thrown away. I was a 3rd degree black belt in TaeKwonDo and very close to becoming an instructor at the TaeKwonDo academy. I had good grades in school with plans to go to a university and later pursue a career in the medical field. I never thought that I would later be on so many medications that I couldn’t think for myself or that I would have to rely on family members to carry me around the house because I couldn’t stand on my own. Life as I knew it was over, but I didn’t know at the time that maybe this would be a good thing.

“The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.” – Marcel Pagnol

            It seemed like my life was over. I couldn’t understand why this had to happen to ME. Why did I have to be diagnosed with some bizarre and unheard of disease? Couldn’t I have been diagnosed with a disease that society was familiar with and knew about instead of this one? After going months with these thoughts running through my head, I finally realized that maybe all of this really did happen to me for a reason. As Oprah Winfrey would say, I had my “Aha!” moment.

Sometimes it’s hard for me to understand why I have to battle mast cell disease and the other chronic illnesses that come along with it. Why can’t I be normal? I’ve asked myself this question a thousand times, and I’ve finally realized that there isn’t really anything special about normalcy. Every hero has something special about them that nobody else possesses; no hero is normal. Maybe, just maybe, I am supposed to be another hero.