It's time for another shot of inspiration. Are you ready?
I'm super excited about today's guest- Miss Gwen B. She is a darling young lady who went to prom with my son and in the process of doing a little Facebook stalking, I found out that she has quite the story for someone so young. (It was the good kind of stalking, I promise. :)
I Can Do Hard Things- Gwen B.
When I was 14, my life changed forever. It all started the day after Christmas in 2012. My family got our pictures taken and a few weeks later, we got them back.
This is the picture that started it all.
I finally allowed my mom to take me to the doctor the first of March. My doctor called us later that night, saying that my blood counts were way off whack and that I would need to go to Primary Children’s. I was scared and frankly, I felt very alone. It was like getting hit by a train. My whole life changed in twelve hours. I did not know what the future was going to hold. I didn’t know if I would have a future. My mom and I cried, a lot. We were both scared. We were starting our journey into the unknown.
I went to the children’s hospital the next week. At the end of my appointment they said that the next day I needed to come again and have a bone marrow biopsy and a blood transfusion. I cried. I tried to fight them and say that I did not want a transfusion and did not want to miss school again. I did not need to have someone else’s blood inside of me. I was perfectly fine. But I went anyway. Two days later I was diagnosed with Severe Idiopathic Aplastic Anemia, bone marrow failure. I had two options: wait and see if my bone marrow began to work, or receive a bone marrow transplant.
We waited. July hit and I was struggling. It was probably the hardest month of my life. I fought with God. I prayed constantly. I was praying for a miracle, but for the miracle I wanted. In all the blessings I received, the person blessing me always said, “Thy Will Be Done,” but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I always thought about it, but I did not want to accept that God had control over what my future would be. I wanted to be the one to decide. If you only knew how hard I prayed. I prayed with all of my might. I wanted the miracle of having my bone marrow work on its own so badly. I did not want to have to have a transplant. I wanted the miracle I had created in my mind to come true. It wasn’t until mid-July when I finally told God “Thy Will Be Done.” It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. But that is when everything started to fall into place. God had waited for me to accept the fact that I was in desperate need of a bone marrow transplant.
Most people who need a bone marrow transplant don’t have any sibling matches. Well, I had two. It was truly a miracle. We went forward with preparing for a bone marrow transplant. Some of the things included in receiving a bone marrow transplant are 4 days of almost continuous chemotherapy, a month in the hospital (without leaving your room), 100 days of strict isolation, a year of isolation, and about a million types of medications.
At the time my hair was about 24 inches long. I decided that if I was going to lose it, I might as well lose it in style. I got some sweet pink highlights! (Fun fact: I did not know Desirae at this time, so when I found out she had dyed her hair pink as well I knew I liked her!)
It truly was a miracle.
Well Day +100 finally came! We went to clinic and found out that my blood was 98% Brandon’s and that my bone marrow was 85% Brandon’s! Yay! That meant that my body was accepting his bone marrow as mine! It also meant that my miracle continuing to progress. After this we started the very slow weaning of cyclosporine (an immunosuppressant drug). This also meant I was allowed to start eating out at restaurants! Exciting!!