I took some time off to show friends my new haircut. Gertie and Hobey Baker loved it. The weather has been beautiful, so we are enjoying it while we can.
I asked Mommy to do a guest blog for me. She is a writer too. She had a bad cold, but she is feeling better now. I will be back next time to tell you all about about our kidney walk next Saturday.
Love to you all,
Rudy the Vacationing Poodle
Challenges are Blessings in
Disguise
I firmly believe that
everything happens for a reason.
Sometimes that reason isn’t clear, but ultimately it will reveal
itself. It may take years and that is
how we learn patience.
To fully
illustrate my belief, I thought I should share a brief summary of my life.
At the age
of nine, I was diagnosed with Type I diabetes.
At 19, I lost my sight because of the disease.
In 1993, at
the age of 39, I was diagnosed with end stage renal failure resulting in my
first kidney transplant in 1995. A
pancreas transplant in 2003 finally cured the disease that ravaged my body.
After
several years, another kidney transplant was necessary, so in 2009, my husband
Wayne donated one of his kidneys to me and saved my life.
One might
say I have experienced a few challenges.
Along with these medical situations come the emotional, physical, and
mental aspects that naturally accompany challenges.
I chose to
look at these challenges as blessings.
If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be who I am today. These challenges were more speed bumps in my
life. They may have slowed me down from
time to time or turned my path in a different direction, but they never stopped
me.
Getting
diabetes at an early age taught me about my inner strength and ability to take
care of myself. Learning these facts
would be invaluable as I went on in life.
Losing my
sight ended up being my best blessing of all.
It led to so many wonderful experiences that would not have happened if
I were sighted.
I’ll admit when
I lost my sight it was a shock, at what I thought to be the prime of my
life. This blow happened suddenly and I
was not prepared. After taking a few
months to regroup and adjust to my new circumstances, I decided to continue my
academic career.
At the time,
my parents were consulting with a counselor working with the services for the
blind. It was his advice to go to a
blind school several states away. That
was something I had no interest in pursuing.
I wanted to return to the University where I started my collegiate
endeavors. I felt I needed some familiar
references, only now I would be experiencing them from the blind
perspective. My parents were
apprehensive about my decision. The
counselor told them to go ahead with my plan.
He was sure I would fail, leaving no other choice then to send me to the
blind school. Call it motivation or a
challenge, but I accepted it. Four years
later I graduated Magna Cum Laude.
The greatest
blessing in my life also happened when I returned to the school I chose to
continue my education. Before losing my
sight, I drove to college. This was no
longer an option, so I would need a ride.
My first day back I met a taxi driver with a warm heart and an excellent
sense of humor. That was September 13th,
1984 and we are still laughing! That
marvelous man is now my husband. We only
lived 6 blocks apart. I walked by his
family’s home every day to elementary school.
We never met until the day he drove me to campus. A ride I wouldn’t have needed if I had my
sight. Everything happens for a reason.
Complications
with my pancreas transplant caused me to lose my position at work. At the time, I thought this was a mixed
blessing. I was deeply saddened by the
loss of my job; it was one I enjoyed very much but it also gave me more time
for recovery, which ended up being a long road, as I was twenty pounds under
weight and extremely weak. During this
process, I was able to enjoy the pleasure of my dogs and observe their unique personalities. The creative part of me emerged and I started
writing stories about them. My creative
aspirations were something I had pushed into the recesses of my mind and
heart. I was an artist before losing my
sight and thought that was gone. While
writing, I realized I was using the images in my mind. These stories turned into a children’s book
series called Rudy’s Little World.
After
publishing my first book and presenting to groups of all ages, I finally
discovered what I believe is my true calling.
Remember the
degree I mentioned at the beginning of this piece? It was a B.S. in Speech Communication. I switched to that major because I liked the
professors; they were very accepting.
Although it took twenty years, I now know the real reason for choosing
that path. Everything happens for a
reason.
Embrace the
challenges you encounter and don’t let them stop you. They will make you stronger and lead you in
the right direction.