I always wanted to travel. During my youth I believed I had plenty of time to pursue this desire. I was unaware of my bad health... I mean I knew everyone else was healthier... but doctor after doctor shrugged their shoulders at me so I stuffed the pain and lethargy and fatigue, valiantly I carried on. Without the benefit of a diagnosis it is very hard to believe you are ill, let alone hope that anyone else could understand. Now the diagnostic list is as long as my arm and still no known causality, it comes down to treating the symptoms.
When the movie Bucket List came out many friends e-mailed me their bucket list and I gave no response. I mean what is the point of a bucket list that you have no hope to accomplish or that is full of the mundane things lost to me by poor mobility, light sensitivity and pain? What good is a list when you cannot leave home at will without pain filled consequences?
I want to go to Colorado and hike in the mountains. I want to follow the Monarchs to Mexico... http://gomexico.about.com/od/monarchbutterfly/ss/monarch.htm to see them cover the fir trees and appear to drip off the branches. Ah to go back to England and Ireland to find my old pen pals. I would happily plot myself a course from the Northeast down and across my nation, going from friend to friend and discovering the worlds they embrace as their own. Like my Melungeon progenitors, I long to pack a caravan and go visiting my peeps. No real plan other than being on the road.
I am aware that my life though stunted has been full. I have always kept gratitude in my heart for the things I have been able to do, see, feel. Yet I long to go South to explore for a new home... a place where my ailing mother can breath. A place where I can just be...
When the movie Bucket List came out many friends e-mailed me their bucket list and I gave no response. I mean what is the point of a bucket list that you have no hope to accomplish or that is full of the mundane things lost to me by poor mobility, light sensitivity and pain? What good is a list when you cannot leave home at will without pain filled consequences?
I want to go to Colorado and hike in the mountains. I want to follow the Monarchs to Mexico... http://gomexico.about.com/od/monarchbutterfly/ss/monarch.htm to see them cover the fir trees and appear to drip off the branches. Ah to go back to England and Ireland to find my old pen pals. I would happily plot myself a course from the Northeast down and across my nation, going from friend to friend and discovering the worlds they embrace as their own. Like my Melungeon progenitors, I long to pack a caravan and go visiting my peeps. No real plan other than being on the road.
I am aware that my life though stunted has been full. I have always kept gratitude in my heart for the things I have been able to do, see, feel. Yet I long to go South to explore for a new home... a place where my ailing mother can breath. A place where I can just be...
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