I wrote and rewrote this. I've didn't really debate what I
wanted to say, so much as how I wanted to say it. Even now she still she
inspires me. As my condition has
worsened over the past few years I've
lost my mobility and have had trouble communicating. Not only is it frustrating to have one's body
betray you, it's immensely embarrassing to have people assume things about you
when you misspeak or can't speak at all. I have days that I'm sad to say I
refuse to leave the house because I just don't want to deal with it. Honestly
I'm ashamed of myself for it. I can still get about on most days. I can still
talk. Gabby, for most of her life couldn't. But she still loved going places.
She still loved to have people visit. She laughed and enjoyed life.
I'm ashamed because I think if she had suddenly found
herself with my physical problems she would have been overjoyed. To be able to
speak, even if it wasn't always perfect. To be able to sit up on her own. To
read out loud to her mom, instead of Crystal reading to her. To simply be able to hug her mom and dad and
tell them how much she loved them.
Over the past few years, the times have increased when I
really don't want to get out of bed, much less leave the house and I just hide
in my room all day. I turn down
invitations because I'm afraid of doing something off, or worse not being able
to do something I used to be able to. Those are the times I remember Gabby and
her joy for life, even in the simplest of things. I feel horribly ungrateful
for what I DO have and what I am able to do. I remind myself to enjoy every moment I
can. I share Gabby's story, and the
stories of the other Rett's girls and their families that I've been fortunate
enough to meet. I pull myself together and take advantage of
what I can do. I go out because if Gabby,
or any of the other Retts sufferers, could go they would and would love every minute of it. I tell
their stories because I can and I hope that the more people that learn about
Rett's Syndrome the more people there will be that will want to help make a
difference for those who suffer from it.
I want to comment, but I don't know what to say, except, that I can relate.
ReplyDeleteThese girls make you appreciate what you have.