Try and Stop Me

What do you do when you can’t do anything about your situation? I love track and field. I did it all throughout high school and into college as well. The only thing was, I ended up having two hip surgeries in the span of 7 months. That really put a damper on my plans to run. Long story short, through PT one hip got better and the other hip was having complications. So I decided to leave and come back home since I could no longer run (by the way, I was up in Iowa City when all of this happened. Don’t be too quick to judge Iowa because Iowa City is beautiful, go look it up! But yeah, the rest of it is all corn…) I was having a hard time when I got back and I was mad that all this happened to me. My solution was not to workout the whole year. I hated anything that had to do with getting fit.

Now, I’m still in love with track and I am still in love with exercising (don’t know what I was thinking to try to hate it! I’m an exercise addict)! I started training again and my hips were fine and we were ready to go to meets and compete. I was ECSTATIC! But then, (there is always a but) my hips started to hurt me again. It got worse and worse. I was trying not to believe it but I couldn’t because it wouldn’t go away. We did every stretch and strengthening exercise in the book to try to help it. But that wasn’t doing it. I end up going to a surgeon down in Smyrna, Georgia, he’s great. We took X-rays, CT scans, and all that other jazz to look at what was going on in my hips. Come to find out, the surgeon who did my first two surgeries did them WRONG (No darn wonder I was having constant pain). I don’t want to get into all the details because I don’t want to put the whole situation out in the open. So then, we are looking if we can find any way to fix what the surgeon messed up. I’ve been to three different surgeons, and they all say there is no guarantee of what they will find in there and be able to do to fix it. Some even said they said they’ve never run into this problem ever before (WHAT! I’m doomed). Two surgeons then recommended a surgeon in St. Louis. I sent him all my reports and images and he looked at them (it took sooo long for them to get back with me, but they did, which I am thankful for) and said that it is likely surgery would be a good option. So that’s where I am in the present moment. Waiting to go to St. Louis next month. My coaches help me keep my head up and I am so thankful that they are here during this process – I wouldn’t be where I am without them. It can get very discouraging at times because track was my outlet. If I’m not feeling well, I’ll go to practice, If I’m mad, I’ll go practice, If I’m anything, I’ll go practice. Lately, I’ve been struggling to find a new outlet. I’ve tried painting, writing, and now I’m taking ASL (American Sign Language) classes ( I want to be able to work with Deaf patients once I become an occupational therapist). I really enjoy that class. I’m looking at piano and cycling classes. There’s not a lot of exercising I can do because my hips are involved in everything! And I don’t want to just workout my arms. I already have enough muscle on my arms as it is, I’m not trying to get anymore…that’s for sure. Either way, I’m not giving up! The enemy has thrown SO many curve balls at me so I guess I am doing something right 🙂 Never Give Up ( according to Yolanda Adams song). There is something waiting for you at the end – it’ll all be worth it.

So yes, that is where I am at now and I would very much so appreciate your prayers. Sometimes (actually a lot of the time) God’s plans are totally different from what we picture. So really, it’s about trusting Him that He knows what He’s doing, and with my former experiences with God, He definitely knows what He’s doing 🙂

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New Balance Nationals

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I'm the one with the number 5. I got a late start...

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Daisy Update : She’s just repping the season
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Oh my Daisy!

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I think Daisy is confused because clearly she doesn't know her boundaries since she decided to climb onto my mom. Or she knows her boundaries but doesn't care. It could go either way

My Darling

My best friend, my sweet and precious soul, my darling…

Grandma.

I’ll start where I can remember. Grandma and Gramps used to take care of my sister, Sissy, and me. Most of what I remember is them bringing us to our little private school everyday and then coming back to give us lunch at lunch time and then waiting in the carpool line to pick us up at the end of the school day (guess me and sissy were some demanding kids). They also drove the both of us to piano lessons that were about 45 minutes away and they would wait 2 hours for us while each one of us had a piano lesson. This was only once a week. They also would pick me up and drive me to gymnastics. Now, let me tell you, I lived at my gym. Literally. It was a full time job for a little 10 year old. 36 hours a week in the gym…yeah (I’ll write about sports in another post). Grandma would bring me shrimp and collards mixed together in tupperwear. That was one of my FAVS. So I ate that a lot. Grandpa drove (a whopping speed of 35 miles per hour) which drove me nuts when I was late for practice (which was rare because gramps is so punctual. Gramps was the type of driver to come to a halting stop, turn his blinker on, and turn into the driveway. Funny little old man he was. All that to say that they both played a big part in our day to day life. They took care of us.

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66 years strong

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This was a long time ago at my dads old house. I had to be in middle school and sissy beginning high school

On holidays they would spend their time at my dad’s house (they were his parents) and then spend a few hours over at my mom’s house. As time went on they slowly could not make it up the stairs anymore to get into the house. We’d wheel my grandmother around the back of the house while gramps would very slowly make his way up the five stairs that led into my dad’s house. As push came to shove, they could no longer leave their house without a lot of pain and hassle. So at time, we would bring their food and gifts to them.

Now a days, Grandma and Gramps stay in the house quite a bit. I go over weekly if not more to see them. My grandma is very sick and lives in so much pain. The pain is healing but the process is hard to watch. The tables have turned now and it’s my turn to take care of her, to be there for her. I used to go over there and Grandma and I would just chat and chat while the time flew by. That soon began to turn into me talking and her listening with an occasional word. Now, we quietly sit together, holding hands and loving each other. Grandma has always remembered who I am when she sees me even though she has Alzheimers. Lately, it takes her a while to realize who I am. I’ll kiss her and say “Hey Grandma, how are you, it’s me.” In return, I see a blank face with a stare that shows her trying to figure out who I am. All I have to say is, “Grandma it’s me, your granddaughter. Your baby. Remember, we are best friends?” And without fail, every time, she then looks at me and says “Oh my darling” and gives me kisses. Though she may not grasp fully who I am or how we are connected, she knows that we hold something special between us. And no matter how old she gets, I believe she will always know that. Grandma holds a special place in my heart that no one will ever be able to match. I love her, she is my best friend, my sweet precious soul…my darling.

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I always pull up my chair right next to hers so I can be close to her

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It’s hard to see someone so strong become like a child again.

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My darling ❤

Daisy Update : She’s becoming a pro at not going to the bathroom in her pen but waiting until I get home to take her out instead. Success! I also gave her a bath yesterday which made me extremely happy. Now she smells like daisies. 🙂

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Daisy discovered her first Dandelion