Today is Memorial Day, and I would like to dedicate this entry to some of the people I know who have lost their lives in battle. I'm not talking about the men and women of the military. I'm talking about friends, and family members who have lost the battle due to illnesses, and birth defects. And this is also dedicated to my best friend Christopher "Chip" McFarlane.
All my life, I have been told how "lucky" I am to have beaten the odds that are given to a lot of children with Spina Bifida. And how grateful I should be that I am still here, and walking and married with a family. Don't get me wrong. All this is true, and I am indeed grateful. But at this time of year, my thoughts turn to the people who weren't so lucky. My fist experience losing someone who had the same birth defect as me, came when I was only 8. Gary Ashby, a boy in my Ward at church, died on the operating table. I remember being afraid to be near his paretns, for fear that they would be angry or sad that I was still alive. I found out later that the opposite was true. Then at 12, I lost my friend Stacie to cycstic fibrosis. We had just graduated 6th grade, and were on the way to Jr. High. I found out about her death at girl's camp.
But the one that hit me the hardest, was when I lost my best friend Chip in 1995. It was in May of that year, and it couldn't have been at a harder time. I had just found out that I was pregnant with my first child. And it was the same week as the Columbine disaster.
Chip and I had only seen each other a handful of times in his short life, but there was a bond there that only we could understand. Even long after his death, I still longed for a phone call from him telling me he was in the hospital, and to come see him. The pain diminshes as the years go by, but it never disappears. I still miss him every day. And May and September, (his birthday) are hard for me.
Yes I am lucky. Yes I have been blessed. But there is another side to it too. I have had to say goodbye to a lot of good close friends who weren't so lucky. I have had to look at their families go one without them, and then worry that they will be upset thatI am still here.I have gone to the hospital numerous times and have seen children who were WAY worse off than me, and then get up and WALK out of the waiting room in front of all of them.
Yes, being a survivor is a good badge to wear. But it also comes with a price.
4 comments:
Lots to think about. Thanks for sharing that with all of your friends. I hope to see more posts from you!
Chris
Forgive me for intruding in on your blog! Was it Stacie Stevens? She was in my 5th grade class and was such a sweetie.
Yes it was Stacie. I loved her so much!
Kanda you are an amazing person, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. You inspire many... Wish that our friendship was back were it use to be.. But thanks for sharing..
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