Recently, WordPress informed me that I have published 1,000 blog posts. What started as a way for me to journal (though admittedly publicly) but also find a community where I might, just might, find a cure for Bridgetitis or heck an answer of what Bridgetitis was, transitioned into a way to not only keep my sanity but create a village of support.

I know, in my heart, I would be lost if I hadn’t started this blog. Not only because we discovered PACS1 but because it brought all of you into the conversations that otherwise would be stuck in my head. I know that it would have taken years longer to find a diagnosis. I know that I would never have gained the emotional support to survive the ups and downs of this life.

This weekend is a perfect example.

I had written a post recently about losing hope. Because I hit “publish” and a friend read it, she called me on my bullshit and brought me back to reality. She asked:

“Have you truly lost hope or did you lose hope for a moment?”

What was left unsaid was, did you put your big girl panties on and get over your pity party?

It was just what I needed, in that moment. A friend to remind me not to give up. Not to give up hope or any dreams I might have for Bridget.

Bridget’s future might not be what I imagined two-, five- or ten-years ago.

Since birth, she has been redefining my life, my expectations and dreams.

So, no. I have not given up hope.

I’m just restructuring my dream for her future to the reality that makes Bridget the best and happiness she can be.