Pregnancy Loss Remembrance Oct 15- Please help remember the babies gone too soon



It takes a Strong Woman to be a Mother but it takes an even Stronger Woman to be a Grieving Mother
October is Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Month
Remembrance Day October 15

In October 1988, President Ronald Reagan proclaimed October as National Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month.

"When a child loses their parent, they are called an orphan.
When a spouse loses his or her partner , they are called a widow or widower.
When parents lose their child, there isn't a word to describe them"
Ronald Reagan

Will you join me in honoring the silent sufferers around you? Honor them be being sensitive to their broken hearts. Honor them be remembering their babies with them and honor them by being thankful for the blessings in your own life, just as they do. Don't forget, especially on the difficult days of parenting, that someone else would give anything to have their children alive.

I share this to bring to light the reality that many women are silently suffering. I write this so you will be aware. Before you complain, think about the woman who just returned home from an ultrasound that no longer sees a heartbeat and is deciding how she wants to deliver her no longer living baby. Think about the woman that just found out she will never be able to carry a child. Think about the woman that has spent everything she has to bring a baby into this world, only to be told I'm sorry, your baby is no longer alive. Think about the woman that has experienced loss and this could be her only pregnancy experience. These women know the feeling of a broken heart. These women are more than strong. Their motherhood is real and their endless love is true.

Losing a child is a difficult life event to navigate. Mothers and fathers alike, are grieving a loved one or ones and their losses should be recognized.

To the grieving mothers:

Your babies matter. Your babies are sweet, special and miracle Angels. Your motherhood is real and your endless love is true.Your babies are and will forever be, the best thing that ever happened to you. Your babies opened a special place in your heart you never knew existed, and not even death can close it again. We will always remember these beautiful Angels that were sent by God.

"For God commands the Angels to guard you in all your ways"

Psalm 91:11

 

Please join the Wave of Light on October 15th by lighting a candle at 7pm to remember all the babies gone too soon.

Wonder Woman: My journey through Type 1 Diabetes, 35 Fibroids, 1 Polyp, Asherman's syndrome and Hope for a Miracle

When you have come to the edge of all light that you know...

And are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown,

Faith is knowing one of two things will happen:

There will be something solid to stand on or

You will be taught to fly

WONDER WOMAN

I have learned to fly- Sarah

HOPE: My journey through Type 1 Diabetes, 35 Fibroids, 1 Polyp and Asherman's syndrome

There are no other words...



Courage & Strength

Courage is not having the strength to go on, it's going on when you don't have the strength.

 

Theodore Roosevelt

 

 

Please keep me in your prayers as my journey continues

10 years with Type 1 Diabetes: My 10th Dia-versary

10 Years With Type 1 Diabetes



A type 1 diagnosis is life-altering, nobody can forget the day of diagnosis. There is even a slang for it: Diaversary.

Ten years ago today, I was diagnosed with having type 1 diabetes. It was March 20, 2003 and it is hard for me to believe I have been living with type 1 for an entire decade. This means 3,650 days, over 21,900 finger pricks and over 18,250 injections of insulin.

The news that I had type 1 was a relief in a sense but a life altering change. My physical condition became real to me. It had a name. There was nothing I did wrong to acquire this disease. It was an autoimmune response that attacked my pancreas. I wasn't just tired from lack of sleep or too much exercise. There was a reason why my vison had gone from perfect to seeing the world in a complete blur. I was visiting the bathroom every five minutes and losing weight while eating and drinking everything in sight. I was sick and wasn't going to be cured. All I could do was manage this condition. It would always be there. Life was now life with type 1 diabetes.

I now mange my diabetes with an insulin pump and it has helped give me more tight control over my blood sugar and has helped avoid the many scary nights of almost becoming a victim of dead in bed syndrome. Even though I'd like to hide my pump at times, I am proud of it and don't really care about the strange looks and comments I get from people. No, it is not my phone or camera! It is my insulin pump. I have type 1 diabetes.

My days are more involved and I can't just run out of the house quickly. I must make sure that I have extra alcohol wipes, pump cartridges, pump cannulas, insulin, syringes, batteries and my glucose meter. I must also always carry some form of sugar in case of a low. Now you understand why I always carry such a big purse.

I'm blessed to live in this country, with access to the best medical care in the world and for my amazing endocrinologist. She has made a significant difference in my diabetes care and I can't thank her enough. She is also a type 1 and can relate to the daily diabetes struggles.

Today is an occasion celebrating me and my life with diabetes. The numbers I'll be thinking about are not only ones of my glucose meter and the 3,650 days I've already gained in life, thanks to insulin and diabetes advances. I'll be grateful and am looking forward to the next decade of life with type 1 diabetes. I feel confident the next decade there WILL be a cure!

3 + 2 = SURGERY # 5 Los Angeles: Asherman's Syndrome

Surgery #5: Los Angeles, California



I traveled back to Los Angeles for the third time to have surgery for my Asherman's syndrome. I developed AS from my operation on 12-28-11. This was my third surgery in LA and my fifth surgery overall.

AS is not a problem that is faced on a monthly basis. It is a daily battle, full of many types of pain. You can't get away from it. Everything from TV, a trip to the store, losing more time at work, the financial burdens and insensitive comments and actions made by those that should care for you are a constant reminder of this awful journey. Some days are harder than others and some days are better than the ones before. But for woman facing AS it is a daily struggle.

I love California and was happy to be leaving the cold weather in Minnesota but not thrilled to be needing another surgery. The sunny skies always seem to help calm my nerves.

Biking the South Bay Trail

Beverly Hills

 

February 20 was the big day for #5. Dr. M. wanted to take an aggressive surgical approach. Hysteroscopy and laparoscopy were performed and another RE assisted him in the operating room. I had the same anesthesiologist and felt very comfortable sliding onto the operating room table once again and pretending to be in a relaxing place until being put under general anesthesia. I awoke in the recovery room coughing repeatedly and the anesthesiologist talking to me. He has always been wonderful with checking to see how I am doing. My surgery went well. Dr. M. was able to lyse all my adhesions and establish a normal cavity. A balloon stent was inserted in my cavity to hold things open during the initial healing phase. I am on high dose hormone therapy for an extended length of time.  Once my stent is removed, I will have weekly appointments where a metal dilator is inserted into my uterine cavity to try to break through any reformation.

 

 

I could tell an aggressive approach was taken but stood strong through the recovery. The carbon dioxide pain always seems to be harder to handle than the pain of the incisions.

 

 

I was even able to attend the Lakers vs. Celtics game. Lakers owner Jerry Buss passed on February 18 and this was the first game played since his death. There was an emotional tribute to Dr. Jerry Buss before the start of the game. The Lakers defeated the Celtics 113-99.  I didn't think I was going to make it to the game and as I tried to put my jeans on, Brett looked at me and told me to wear something comfortable. He was right, there was no way I was going to be able to wear jeans. I wore my sweats.

 

 

It was another wonderful surgery experience and we enjoyed our time in LA. We always leave and hope to never return to California for another surgery.

 

 

Malibu Pier

 

Malibu

 

Beverly Hills

Santa Monica Pier

Santa Monica Pier

Watching the beautiful Pacific Sunset

The perfect recovery the night after surgery

 

 

Walking with the Lord along the beach and leaving footprints in the sand. Wherever I am, God is always there; walking with, or carrying me through the chapters of my life. Blessed is our God! He knows every detail of the journey, the financial strains in my life, the awkwardness of those that fail to understand and make insensitive comments, the way faith plummets when faced with another surgery. He is always by my side.

 

 

 

Many thanks to those of you that follow my journey and are always there to offer encouragement and understanding. I wish there were more people like you in my life. Thank you for your support and always remembering my upcoming appointments. Please keep me in your prayers for a successful surgery and healthy healing.