There has been a lot on my mind lately, and even more emotions than thoughts. I know hardly ever anyone reads this blog, which actually makes it nice to be able to write my feelings, UN-edited, and without the worry of judgement. I have felt an extreme amount of physical pain the last month from a calf injury. While trying to heal and prepare myself for my upcoming half marathon, i have found myself unable to continue to run. Since I haven't been able to train I have felt down, probably even borderline depressed. Over running? Ya, over running. It makes no sense at all, but all I can attribute the feelings to is the inability to see my growth, to accomplish a goal and to move forward and away from the scariness of a heart disease that I will never be without.
This week completely flipped my perception. And has left me with heart ache and sorrow. I met someone when I was first diagnosed with PPCM. Her name was Trisha, and she by far put my feet on the ground and a slap on the back to help me get started in my new life. Through Trisha I met the second most amazing person named Patricia. Patricia was in a sense the face of PPCM, having to actually have a heart transplant she was catapulted into the spotlight, first on the cover of PEOPLE when her heart came from a 16 year old girl named Taylor who died in a skiing accident, then into a book and face of a foundation called 'Taylorsgift.org. She was the picture of HOPE, the amazing one who showed us all what it took to conquer, persevere and master this disease that would end up killing her.
I met Patricia and her sweet boys a little over three years ago. She only lives about 40 minutes from my home and may the journey up to spend the day with me and to become someone that I would always look up to. We talked daily and had many 'life can be so cruel' talks as well as many 'seize the day' talks. I have a point.... Let me get to it.
Today I write completely heartbroken that my friend Patricia left this world so suddenly. She was not feeling her-self at the beginning of the week and by Thursday morning she was heading to San Diego to where her heart team was to find some answers. With just a simple goodbye to her boys and husband thinking she would be home shortly. She got to San Diego and passed away just a few hours later. Without her boys, husband or any family around her to comfort her. This absolutely sends a wave of emotions through this heart of mine. To think that her kids went to school that morning with their mom, and then came home to nothing. Without a proper goodbye, kiss, hug. Nothing.
I have a hole in my heart of not having her humor and wit to make my days brighter, her feisty yet perfectly pleasant personality that so many of us have come to love. I have been thinking of so many of us that she has helped in someway or another. The lessons she has taught me I will cherish forever.
So now my goals have changed. Boston is out of the picture. How can I run a marathon and take a gamble to never kiss my children goodbye? I can't. Being that careless would take for granted all that Patricia has taught me and all she was able to live for. I am so saddened by her passing. The thought of her two boys being without their Mom, so close to Christmas has rocked my core. And at the same time I feel so spoiled to have my sweet little spirits around me. What a joy my Children are to me and to have them hurting in anyway would be more than I could bear. I have had several emotional nights and I just am amazed at my husband. His true love for me and his patience while I try to sort out all my feelings has been incredible.
I am grateful this year is coming to a close. Adios 2013! Last year at this time I set a resolution to be fit. Not just physically but mentally. I succeeded the physical aspect, but mentally I have left a bit undone. Which brings me into my next years resolution which will be consistency. I will blog more about this later when I don't have mascara running down my face and tickness in my chest from missing my friend.
Love you all, all three of you who are reading this. Hug your kiddos tonight, and tell those you love, that you LOVE them. Life is short. And sometimes our time here is not in our control. If you have an extra prayer, shoot it over to the Winters Family. Where Patricia has left behind her husband Joe and their two boys, Jack and Sam. The song "God be with you til we meet again" has been playing constantly through my mind. I pray I will leave this world with all the grace and love that Patricia had for so many.
Off to clean my face and hug my babies and my husband. Merry Christmas!