To start of with I am a diabetic and take insulin on a daily basis. Back in 2007 I was dianosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome which took 2 years to come to this conculsion. Many trips back and forth to the doctors and many test. I never heard of it before but did alot of research on it since then. Then in 2008 I became diable, I have a rare disorder that effects the upper part of my back that had changed my life completely. There is not to much I can do and what I am able to do can only do for 5 to 15 minutes at a time depending on what it is.

The unexpected twists and turns of life...

In the past 9 months I’ve been called anorexic, a drug addict (due to track marks left by 15+ blown ivs), and a seeker. I've been told it was all in my head, asked how bad a stomach ache could really be, diagnosed with IBS, told it was a chronic condition, and even that it was psychosomatic. It wasn't all bad, as I was also called brave, inspirational, tough and a hero. I've felt worthless, a burden, and not worthy of being a mother or wife.

 
3 years ago, I embarked on a journey unlike anything I could have ever imagined. I have gone from a strong, independent nurse, wife, and mother to a shell of a person barely able to get up and go each day…to the "new me" – A good person, dealt a bad hand, and doing her best to live each day to its fullest.