writing | (Un)Diagnosed and still okay

It would be easy and probably forgivable if I allowed myself to stay in the pity party mode with all that has been going on with Bridget lately.

Those that know me, know that I set a timer on those moments, because there is way too much to celebrate. Even on the days when what I may be celebrating is that I realized my shirt was on inside out before I left the house and not midway through the workday (true story).

With the end of Summer this weekend (where did summer go!), instead of remembering that this summer was full of really hard moments, I am going to celebrate the best moments that happened in between all the crap ones.

My eldest used us as a pit stop on her way to India and a trip of her lifetime to start the summer off. We hadn’t seen her since Christmas and let’s just say someone was very happy to see her.
In all the craziness of catatonia, we found a new team of Doctors who meet with us once a week via video and explains things in a way that makes sense. They don’t talk at us but with us and truly care about improving Bridget’s quality of life.
An unexpected phone call from a researcher who is studying effect of PACS1 on the brain and learning that not only has he not stopped studying PACS one, but research is also continuing by others across the States.
That my office has been supportive and helpful with all the expected and unexpected time off for Bridget appointments. Bonus: they never judged when I took a “me day”
Friends that check in, friends that have been there when they can and accept when I cannot be there.
That my mom still goes to Barry Manilow concerts and dances like a teenager.
Pinot Grigio.
Our annual camping trip in the land without WIFI or Cell Service. I was so nervous about how Bridget would do. There were low moments, there were moments where she was not herself balanced with moments in the pool (her happy place) and the campfire where she was the girl I remembered from summers past. That we were surrounded by friends that said there are no words, but they are always here for us.
While we have not been able to do date nights, we have a firepit. Our backyard escape has been where we can reconnect and remember that throughout it all, we are a couple first and Bridget’s parents second.
That while summer might be ending this weekend, there is still time for moments like this:

What are you happy for this Summer?

After my vent-post the other day, I received so much compassion that is simply overwhelming. As I said to one friend, I am a much better caregiver than caretaker. One person did reply (sweetly) that Bridget and I make this life seem easy. Not in the way people who have perfect Facebook/social media lives, but you know their real life is a hot mess.

In our case, whether you see us online or in the supermarket, we live Bridget’s life out loud. The good, the fun, the ugly cry moments and the ones that bring me to my knees.

The reason I am so open, is that if I can make one parent (or sibling) feel like they are not the only one living this life, that there is one person on this Earth that might not exactly what they are going through, I do know that feeling of what the actual fuck! I know how it feels that we cannot seem to have a “quiet day” but maybe not exactly what brought you to that moment.

We are also so very lucky. For every single bad day (or moment or month) we have 50 really great ones.

This past weekend was full of those little great moments that make it easier to get through the really tough days. I know they are little moments, and the bad moments have felt insurmountable lately. But for me, these moments allow me to remember the girl who would never…

After months of trial, we got to the beach!

….walked two miles this weekend and got to the beach. She could not stay but look how close she got to the water!

Then to make life a little sweeter, our girl managed to go to the grocery store (another win this month) and made the cake that she had purchased.

And that, my friends, is how I keep the light in our lives. How as hard as this life can be; by celebrating these little wins, it makes the battles easier to fight.

My advice is to keep enjoying those little moments in your life, my fellow warrior parents. Celebrate them. Because if you do, I swear it will make the moments when you are in your driveway screaming at the trees how pissed off you are at this unfair life you’ve been given happen a little less often.

And for the times that you need more than good memories, I recommend calling a really good friend and sharing a glass of the adult beverage of your choice as they listen to how much you love your child but kind of wish there was a warranty given in the delivery room.