“ Well I better start planning my funeral “ I said aloud to my mom in a “joking “ matter but was pierced with how real that statement felt after we both sat through what felt like another failed appointment with my immunologist. I understood that I was .. And well am a “hard case . “Pretty severe CVID ( along with a plethora of other health issues ). And deathly allergic to IVIG .. aka the one treatment I absolutely need to keep me alive . But after another stint in the ICU , after another severe reaction to the treatment I received All he had to offer was nervous laughter and the continuous statement of “ I don’t know what to do with you “ “ I don’t know what to do next “ “ I just don’t know “ I wanted to leave that appointment with a game plan , and all I left with was anxiety . After every appointment with him I had felt pretty hopeless But this was a whole new level. My IG levels were plummeting ....
I’m one of those weirdos who LOVES public speaking. Especially when it’s about gospel topics . But I’m also someone who lives in a very crappy , very unpredictable body . So thanks to some relentless pneumonia, a very low immune system, and a night in the ER I wasn’t able to give the talk I so desperately wanted to give in church today ( some amazing day I WILL be able to do as many speaking engagements as I want 🤣👌🏻 *knock on wood ) So today Via proxy my mom read a portion of my talk in sacrament . ( So if you are in the same ward as me , you have already heard this . And my moms PHENOMENAL talk .) So I thought I would share what I have written with you all Because the topic I was asked to speak on is one of my favorite subjects in the whole world. . Something I feel like I could seriously write a book or do like a whole fireside talk on . And that subject is gratitude. Because Gratitude, has litterally saved my ...