A Reason for Everything, Everything for a Reason

I believe that the things presented to us on a daily basis are presented to serve a precise purpose. Whether it be God, karma, the universe, the law of attraction, or pure coincidence that brings these seemingly random bits of information to our attention is up to the individual believer. Once it is brought to your attention though, perhaps even by reading this, you too will likely begin to notice this phenomenon as well.

Or maybe I’m just a slightly paranoid individual whom hasn’t quite jumped on the conspiracy theories band wagon yet. Who’s to really know?

Either way, this is the theory of reasoning that my brain has developed over time.

About a year or so ago, if you really desire to know an exact time range feel free to dig through the contents of my blog where I described some of the issues with my mother I was having.

Now, we all probably go through similar things throughout our lifetimes. As a daughter our Moms are our absolute best friends, and in turn there are times when they are our worst enemies as well.

During this specific spell of bad emotions I was feeling very put down by my mother. I was angry and I was hurt. I felt like no matter what I did it was never good enough. And so forth and so on.

During this time my daily life was flooded with examples of truly bad mothers. Mothers whom abandoned their children. Mothers who hurt their children. And so forth and so on.

These examples were everywhere. In the news, in tv shows, in movies, books, parks I took my children to play at, the grocery store… surely, you get the idea.

This morning I desperately tried to adjust to having twice as many children in our house all the while trying to keep my throbbing brain from exploding and oozing out of my ears in a similar fashion to the globs of cereal that oozed from my dining room table onto the floor.

I awoke this morning with the words of a blog post running through my mind and I excitedly wanted to get to my laptop and race my fingers across the keyboard as words effortless flowed through my finger tips.

Unfortunately, these were two very conflicting situations and I accomplished little but to stare at a blank blog post screen.

Unable to write a complete word, let alone a complete sentence, I temporarily moved on to other areas of the world wide web. Within a short time I landed on our local news’ homepage and happened upon a story of a single little girl.

Now, happened upon is really an extreme understatement. As I scrolled through the home page reading headline after headline, only selecting the very most intriguing of news articles to click, I passed no less than five separate mentions of this specific little girl. Doing little more than noticing their existence I scrolled on, until finally, probably the seventh time I noticed reference of this same news worthy story, I clicked the link…

Really, I’m almost surprised that I didn’t come across a giant flashing neon sign embedded into the homepage that read, “Hey dummy, click the fucking link already!”

In short, there is a 14 year old girl whom has been suffering with a type of muscular disease which is severe, and incurable. She was diagnosed as a baby when after she successfully crawled, regressed to the point she could no longer hold herself up. Naturally, this crushed her single mothers heart as doctors gave her only child a grim life expectancy.

Both mother and daughter, with the strength of a thousand warriors, have gone through absolutely every possible treatment and surgery imaginable to lessen the extent of this fatal disease on the child. As the disease progresses the little girl becomes less and less able to move and more and more in severe pain. Her normal pain range, on her good days, is a seven. Due to the horrible effects of pain medication on her body she only asks for the little relief it provides when her pain reaches a 9-10.

As the disease progresses she will ultimately die, despite absolutely every device currently being used to keep her alive.

After a deeply thought out process, this 14year old girl has made the decision to die. She will enjoy one last summer. This summer. And in august the machines that are, for the most part, keeping her alive will be removed from her treatment plan.

Her mother prays that the child’s fighting spirit doesn’t make her death a long painful one.

The daughter prays that her mother will be okay without her.

I couldn’t imagine one day of this woman’s life, and she’s made it through 365 of them for 14 years. In august I will be celebrating 5 and 11 years with my two beautiful, healthy, abundantly active children. She, will be burying her only one.

Kind of puts life in perspective real fast,and makes the globs of cereal dripping onto the dining room floor one of the most beautiful sights in the world.

A little while later I came across a fellow bloggers post describing the single most 30 seconds that changed their entire life. On a company trip ‘she’ had fallen asleep in the backseat only to awaken to the discomfort of a tightened seat belt. As ‘she’ had done a million times in the past, ‘she’ unbuckled in order to adjust the seat belt to a more comfortable length. Except that 30 seconds wasn’t like the 30 seconds a million times in the past, for that 30 seconds that she had her seat belt undone was the 30 seconds the company vehicle hit a patch of black ice in the road and spun out of control.

Long story short, after being tossed around the vehicle ‘she’ flew out of a window and landed with a thud on the cold highway. ‘She’ broke ‘her’ back in several places and was nearly paralyzed. ‘She’ lost one of legs and nearly the other. ‘Her’ blog’s name… the other foot. Seriously, I couldn’t have thought of anything better!

Kind of puts life in perspective real fast.

I think back to when my step-daughter was ran over by a car when she was 30 weeks pregnant with her first child. From the trauma her placenta had been torn from her uterus and she lay in our driveway internally bleeding to death. Miraculously, as my step-daughter rolled onto her back in pure shock that tiny little baby inside of her landed on the torn placenta holding it in place and blocking the flow of blood while she was flown to a hospital equipped to handle such an emergency.

Her child was c-sectioned and within a few hours my husband and I were allowed to see the baby. The nurse who took us to see the baby unknowingly said, “At least you have a beautiful grand daughter.” And that we did, but she didn’t replace the child we had laying in surgery fighting for her life.

My step daughter spent three days on life support before having it slowly removed. On day four I sat in a bathroom stall in the hospital with tears streaming down my face for all she had suffered through and likely would suffer through in the future. At 17 years old she had her first baby, was robbed of the beautiful gift of experiencing child birth, or holding her baby immediately after, and, would likely never be able to carry another child again. Within a week of being ran over she walked out of the hospital carrying her newborn daughter as though nothing out of the ordinary had ever occurred. She’s had two more children since then.

Before my son was a year old I was diagnosed with melanoma cancer. I went in on numerous occasions getting layer after layer of cancer cut from my skin. I cried myself to sleep nearly every night, replacing my wishes for gorgeous tan skin with wishes to just have healthy skin. I feared I wouldn’t even be there for my sons first day of school. I feared that he wouldn’t even remember me as time wore on. All the while I was surrounded by flyers and benefits and prayers of one of my friends from school whose husband was dying of the very cancer I was dealing with.

Within a year I was fully cancer free. Never had to go beyond having it cut from within the layers of my skin. Ten years later I’ve not had a single recurrence.

My husband was recently diagnosed with Leukemia. One of the rarest types of leukemia there is. Had he went through this ten years ago, he wouldn’t be here today. Had that single doctor not been in the emergency room that identified the symptoms of such a rare cancer, it would have progressed much further before treatments began. Had his body not taken so well to the method of treatments given to him, he would still be suffering as he was a few months ago. Suffering and scared.

Had we taken my mother in laws car that day, we would have likely died in that accident. She had been giving me a ride to work all week as our own suv was broken down. The brakes on her car had just gone out the day before we were in that accident. My car had just been fixed the day before that accident.

I believe that everything happens for a reason. There really is a method to the madness.

I believe that the things presented to us on a daily basis are presented to serve a precise purpose. Whether it be God, karma, the universe, the law of attraction, or pure coincidence that brings these seemingly random bits of information to our attention is up to the individual believer. Once it is brought to your attention though, perhaps even by reading this, you too will likely begin to notice this phenomenon as well.

Or maybe I’m just a slightly paranoid individual whom hasn’t quite jumped on the conspiracy theories band wagon yet. Who’s to really know?

 

 

 

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2 replies

  1. Yet another great, thought provoking post! Thank you!

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