For Mary

People come into our lives for a reason.  Every now and again someone will say exactly what I need to hear to be uplifted, re-motivated, and to feel loved.  Today I got a beautiful card from my friend Mary.  We haven't seen each other in a year as we live in different countries but were roommates in college our freshman year.  I needed to hear everything she had to say.  As I was reading I felt the loving warmth of our friendship and it meant a great deal as my physical health has not been well lately.  At the end of the letter she asked (commanded) me to keep blogging because it was inspirational, so Mary, this one's for you.

I know it's been a while since my last entry.  My health has been about the same since my last entry over half a year ago, unfortunately.  I had the wonderful opportunity in February to go to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, for a week of fun-filled poking, prodding, and testing.  It was all worth it though as I've never had doctors as knowledgeable, helpful, and compassionate, as the doctors I saw there.  It turns out the Mayo Clinic has the nation's only POTS treatment program.  It's an outpatient program that lasts about a month and has phenomenal success rates.  I leave for it in just a few weeks!

Most pinnacle moments in life aren't realized until they become memories.  It's not very often in life that a person is aware their life is about to be dramatically changed ahead of time.  I know this POTS treatment program will forever change the trajectory of my life, whether it cures me or not.  This is it.  There's nothing higher in the medical field of POTS treatment and research than the Mayo Clinic and its program.  If it allows me to live a normal healthy life again, then it's obvious how my life will be changed from its current and past state.  If I go through this program and I don't get better, well that's just a depressing future to think of.  My friends ask me if I'm nervous or scared for this treatment as the doctors have forewarned me that for at least the first week I'm going to feel like I can't make it through.  I wouldn't say I'm scared or nervous for what I'm going to go through in this treatment, not after everything I've already been through with my attacks.  Not after knowing that what I will be going through will make me better.  It's so much easier to face hard things when I know it's going to make me better, and hopefully, it's going to make all the hard things I face everyday with my POTS go away.  I think I'm more anxious for it than anything else.  I'm anxious to meet people my age going through the same things I am.  I'm anxious for it to be over.  I'm anxious to know if I'm going to be all better.  But most of all, I'm anxious to move forward with my life.