Eighteen months ago today I got that phone call. Now a year and a half later I look back to where we were and I am very proud of our journey. We have fought some amazing battles and come out victorious each time.
We'll always fight the battle of ignorance. But now our skin is thicker and stares don't bother us as much. Heck we hardly notice them anymore. People are going to continue to say some ridiculous stuff. People are continually going to choose to judge instead of accepting and understanding. We will continue to smile and move on and surround our family with those persons who lift us up, not try to pull us down.
We'll always fight the battle of disability. Chaz's disability will always have its own challenges. One by one and day by day we will continue to tackle those. One day Chaz will be the "stair master" and we will continue to compare the obstacles in front of us with the ones we have conquered.
We'll always fight the anger and cope with post traumatic stress. Together we'll figure out what strategies work best and we'll modify them as we need. We will teach our daughters that it is ok to be angry. We will help them deal with their emotions and dry their tears.
We'll always fight the battle with lack of communication. Everyday it seems we fight another battle with someone not talking to someone else. I don't think I'll ever understand how everyone we have to deal with is on one campus, but yet they can't seem to talk to each other. I always laugh that the patient is the one doing all the communicating and we're all cool with this.
Eighteen months later we are still fighting the fight. Our journey is far from over. Everyday I reflect on all that I am thankful for. God has been so good to our little family. Our journey has been amazing and I can only imagine what God has in store for us in the future.