How Far Will Happy Go

As I have posted in previous blogs, I have a rare automunne disease that has been slowly killing me. It's like a combination of Lou Gharigs, Parkinson, MS, etc. It's a long slow painful illness and the treatment was beyond my means even though Medicare approved it. But there was the part about the 20% co pay of $6000 a month. Living on disability is hard enough, but it was an impossible situation for me to get this treatment. But God has other plans for me. I'm pretty sure He want to keep me around. Especially after surviving breast cancer twice. Soooo....

My neuologist is the one who actually did the research and came up with a treatment for my disease and she is going to make sure that the 20% copay is waived so that I can get the treatment! It will take a few months for my body to build up an immune system because right now, I don't have one. Then a nurse will come to my house to give me the infusion 5 days a week for 3 to 6 months, depending on how I do. I will also have a provider come to my house and help with housework and errands four days week. I'm think that I still am in shock that it really is going to happen! I feel so blessed by God, that I'm about to burst with joy!

My doctor said that she could tell that I was the type of person that God had a purpose for and that she wasn't going to sit back and let me die. God has blessed me again. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but I know that He must love me a whole lot!

I don't know of anyone who is more excited about getting chemo that is going to make them deathly ill, but I am! I would much rather go through 6 months of hell than to die this slow death.

So to my regular readers out there, well.... you're just going to have to put up with my happiness for a long time now!

When I was a little girl about 12 years old, I wrote a letter to "Any US Marine" serving in Vietnam. The year was 1968. Well, I received a letter back from a serviceman. But my family thought that I was too young to be corresponding with a 20 year old serviceman, so they never gave me the letter.
Not too long ago, I was at my brother's house, going through some letters that he had saved when he was in Vietnam and I came across a letter addressed to me. It was from a 20 year old Lance Corporal who had been in the Marines for 2 years and only had 150 more days to go. He would be leaving Vietnam in May of that year. God willing.

I never got to write back to this man who so bravely at such a young age, fought for our country because I never received his letter. So today I went on a search online.

I found him! He is alive and doing well! He survived Vietnam, got married, had 10 children and lots and lots of grandchildren. He's had a wonderful life. I told him that I just wanted to welcome him home as we both were crying and to wish him a Happy Veterans day. That he was never forgotten.

To all of our men and women who are serving or who have served, I want to thank you and your families for the sacrifices that you have made. And to let you know, that you will never, ever be forgotten.

And to both of my sons, one who graduated from the Air Force Academy and served 10 years, and one still active duty in the Air Force after 14 years, Happy Veterans day.
You are my heros.

Just to let you in on a little secret. I am "Happy". Bet you couldn't have guessed that one by now. But anyone can be "Happy". All you have to do is leave a happy comment and that makes you "Happy". See how that works. Pretty easy isn't it?
Well, today I'm "Happy" because I was able to buy a manual wheelchair carrier for the back of my car on EBay. It was really cheap. The guy didn't need it anymore because he graduated to an electric chair which is a totally different type of carrier. Now all I have to do is have a bumper hitch installed on my car.Which may take a little finagling to do. It's an old 91 Toyota Celica GT. I have a drawing of what the hitch is suppose to look like and even installation instructions, so I'm hoping one of my pocket angels who just happens to be a fabricator can make it and install it. That would be great! But I'm one step closer to not having to pick my wheelchair up and throw it into the trunk, which is getting too hard to do. It's hard enough to roll around in one of these things,but to pick it up is rough. But for today, I'm "Happy". I took one step close to being more independent.This disease does not control my life, I control it! So I'm "Happy". Your turn!