Dear future husband: It's been a while since I've written you, and boy have I changed. I am no longer the girl who is tethered to an IV pole and slowly waisting away. I'm no longer the girl who is terrified to even think of the future, because for weeks, I had been praying that my body could just hold on one more day. I may be sick. But I'm no longer (currently) dying. For the first time, in a long time. I'm allowing myself to dream of my future. Because I believe I may actually get one. As I'm dreaming of what's to come, you have popped into My head so many times. I wonder what your going to look like. How we are going to meet, or if we have already met, and what our story will be. I still wonder what it's going to be like for you. To love someone who will never be healthy. To love someone Who physically struggles even on her best health days. And is lucky to s...
The Story of a Chronically Ill, Smile filled, Latter-day Saint... Sharing her thoughts, stories , and Ramblings from a broken but insanely beautiful life #smileon