I'm pretty stoked to share that an article was written about me in my local newspaper. I'm feeling famous.
Click here if you would like to read the article.
I think I will be carrying my silly little paper around with me all day. I have an infusion later (assuming decent platelet counts) and plan to show the nurses my paper like a proud parent.
Somehow, I am slightly sad. (Maybe it's my Nyquil haze.) I guess it is because I'd rather have my babes than an article. I'm tired of dealing with the extraordinary. I would like a plain, boring life thank you very much.
Maybe someone, somewhere will read this and be inspired. Maybe someone who just lost a baby will realize that they aren't alone; that there are lots of use wading through the heartbreak every. damned. day. Maybe someone will be able to get out of bed tomorrow and go on a walk. Maybe that's too optimistic for one little article, but those are my hopes.