Let's start with my conception, that could've easily ended in abortion. Then a few days in the hospital, on hold, without being held, waiting on a forever family.
Finally, family. Later on, my one brother informed me it wasn't like I was really his sister anyway. Blood matters to him, I guess.
I was never chosen during the first rounds of picking teams at recess. Choosing a seat on the bus or a seat in the lunchroom was like being that lonesome child chosen last on the playground.
So, it surprised me. You know all those wee percentages that say you could get pregnant? Twice. Or the weird drug interaction that rarely happens? Happens to me continuously. Rare cancer? Yep, got it. A second cancer? Got that too.
It's like I was picked very dirst in the health field. Let's choose the gal with a lot going on. Make her feel pathetic.
There's one place I don't feel last. Odyssey of the Mind. My friendships through this program make me feel,alive, on top, number one.
It's y'all that have gotten me through all these "selections" per say. It's y'all that made me feel alive. It's y'all that make me feel like I'm apart of something.
So thank you... Thank you from the awkward little 4th grader with braces. Thanks from the girl who sat in the first seat on the bus, and kept moving around at the lunch room. Thank y'all from the mom who became so quickly as to show science it's inept ability to get that last tenth of a percent squared a way. Thanks for showing me that no, I really am a part of the Odyssey family. Who needs the jerk from the real one?
Surgery is Thursday morning. I'm beginning to panic. I find myself rubbing my neck, angry. But then I, reminded of all of you.
Mel's Odyssey of the Pamcreas and Thyroid continues. And unfortunately I was chosen first for it... But my cheering section is huge... Like Rudy but better.
Much love to ALL of you!
Mel
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