Over my life I have found that communication is a lot like playing the game “telephone”. When you play telephone, one person starts with a phrase in their head. They whisper that phrase into the ear of the person next to them. It’s then that person’s responsibility to pass that phrase onto the next person … More Words.

As I shared in my previous blog, because my brain had swelled when I was in a coma, I woke up with the brain of a 5 year old. I had to be reminded what a fork was called. I had to learn how to swallow pills. I even had to be prompted to eat … More I was really good at being a miracle..

People always ask me if I remember anything from being in a coma. I wish had gone to heaven and back. I didn’t. The only memory I have from being in a coma was a dream happening while I was starting to wake up. I was in dumpster outside my aunt’s church and I couldn’t … More I woke up…..

My Dad cried… When I asked my Dad the other day about my transplant he said the following  “I can easily talk about the facts of those few weeks, but I struggle to sum up my emotions. It was so hard, I just cried a lot. I had dedicated my whole life to protecting you … More My Dad cried…

I’m going to let my sister tell her story…. (She wrote this a couple months after my transplant.) “To try to put on paper all that I was feeling and experiencing seems impossible. My sister…one I confide in, laugh hardest with, am challenged and encouraged by, used to play Barbies with, used to bite me, … More My sister brought hope…

Warning: If you haven’t already, you’ll need to read my previous post, Transplant., for context. The days I was in a coma, during the transplant itself and the few days after aren’t really my part of the story. That part belongs to the people surrounding my parents in the worst moments of their lives. It’s … More My mom surrendered…

A few blog posts ago I talked about that nudge, that feeling, that feeling that rises up in you when you just know you are supposed to do something. I was 17, I had that nudge and I didn’t listen to it. I was in Los Angeles for the summer serving with YWAM. The room … More It doesn’t make sense…

I am a question asker. I am curious. I can come off as nosy, but I just love to learn about people’s lives. I love a good story. I love learning what makes people tick, what makes them feel alive. I love to hear about where people came from and where they are going. More … More Let me ask you a question..

Before We all remember a moment before… Before the illness…. Before the divorce…. Before the fight…. Before the great disappointment… Before. Although it is does depend on the event that precipitated your before, I think most people look fondly at their before. As I stated in my first blog post, I feel compelled to share … More Before.