A Parent That has a Disease

My Mom Suffers From An Auto-Immune Disease And She Is A Warrior

That is the one word that no one ever wants to hear... disease.


That is the one word that no one ever wants to hear... disease. When we first hear that awful and unpredictable word, we immediately freak out over what is happening and what is going to happen. We all just want everything with not only our parents but our family to be okay. Even though everything happens for a reason, there is always that burning question. "Why"? There really is no factual answer to why these things happen in life. It truly is part of human nature and how our bodies naturally may respond to the environment we live in.

Having a parent that has an auto-immune disease is one of the most emotional, draining, and anxiety-ridden things a child would ever have to through. It is not an easy process going through it and dealing with it. Not only for the parent but also everyone involved in their life. If your parent has a disease, they truly are a special type of parent. Of course, all parents are special, but it really does take a strong, faithful parent to be able to push and provide for their children and take care of themselves at the same time. Story time now!

Growing up, I lived with my mom. We lived in a two-bedroom condo and I basically spent a lot of time alone and would be at my grandparent's house a lot. I would feel alone a lot from my mom because she was always working. From the time I was at school until dinner time. I had to be strong because I knew she was doing everything for good reasons to provide. Every time I look back on it, I still can't believe how she worked so hard since she was 11 years old she will always tell me. I see where independence comes from.

My mom wasn't the type to really rest. She really lived off of adrenaline even when she was exhausted. All of it finally caught up to her. In 2016, my mom started having unusual symptoms. It just started happening out of nowhere. It started getting worse when she was putting in heavier hours at work. I noticed she was experiencing extreme fatigue but out of the ordinary. It would be so bad that she would skip eating and just get in bed. Then she started experiencing this strange cough. She would cough so hard she would throw up. It was occurring very often. Then her breathing starting to act up and she could not breathe well.

Through all of this, she was still going to work like any other day. Finally, one night, my family said enough was enough. I had just gotten home from somewhere and I went upstairs and my mom was in her bed in the dark. I knew something was wrong because my grandma was in there. My mom was at her lowest at this point. The next day while I was at school, I find out my mom went into the doctor but they sent her straight to the ER because they thought she had tuberculosis. They ran more tests in the ER and thank you, Jesus, she didn't and we knew it wasn't that because we would of all been sick.

They found out that she has an auto-immune disease called Sarcoidosis. It is similar to Lupus and cause a lot of inflammation everywhere in the body and really affects the lungs. My mom had blood clots in her legs and in her lungs as further testing continued. It blows my mind how it didn't travel to her heart or brain. My mom stayed in the hospital for a while and it was not fun to see and I know it was bad to be in that situation. When I tell you guys my mom looked sick... she looked SICK. It looked like there was no more life left in her.

She would even tell me how she was ready to go and would just have the lord take her. My mom truly is a warrior because she worked the whole time while being sick and 2 years later she is still working but of course more modified but she still has the mentality of working for what she wants... and she's still the best mother on top of it all... this disease has taught her a lot to take better care of herself and to cherish life more. She wasn't doing that before and it also made our relationship closer because it wasn't as close on certain levels before. The whole process is scary and emotional and I know a lot of people can relate to this internally and on a personal level. I don't wish any of this on my worst enemy... never...

To everyone, take care of yourself, and take care of each other. This is real life and it is precious.

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8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

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Why I Appreciate My Parents So Much

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One thing I've noticed, the older I've gotten, is how much I appreciate my parents.

We've become so close, it's almost funny to think at one point I looked at them so much differently. When I was younger, my parents were much more strict than they are now. They disciplined differently and didn't let me do certain things. The older I've gotten, the more freedom I've gotten, which is one big sigh of relief.

My parents are such great people. Throughout my whole life, I've always had friends of parents or people who know my parents tell me how great they both are. I'm so blessed to have been raised by them and to have gotten their characteristics.

My mom is so loving and generous, and she thinks of literally everyone else in her life before herself. She's smart and funny, and she is always there when I need someone to talk to. She's taught me how to be courteous, kind, funny (with her sense of humor), and most importantly, accepting towards others.

The older I get, the more I realize how similar I am to her. She's my favorite woman in the whole world. We understand each other.

My dad is a thoughtful, hilarious, wise, and helpful guy who has taught me so many lessons throughout the years. He always makes sure my finances are in order, even more than I do. He keeps me laughing with his funny stories and made-up songs that he sings. He always asks me how my day was every time I walk through the door. He is so adorable and thoughtful, and I'm so happy I got his wit and humor.

His smile lights up a room and I'm so happy I've been hearing his laugh and will continue to for the rest of my life.

Another great thing about my parents is that they've taught me what love looks like. They're so loving, kind, and patient towards each other. I've rarely ever seen them fight in my life. They still treat one another how they did when they first started dating. I have friends and know people whose parents aren't together, and I'm so lucky to say I can't imagine what that's like.

My parents complete each other; they are soulmates. I'm so lucky and appreciative that I get to have the honor of watching their love play out throughout their lives.

I'm so happy and thankful that these are the parents I ended up with. They're the best. I hope to be half of my parents when I become a parent myself.

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