Rambling in my mind
Island life I really don’t know how much I truly have to offer someone, how much comfort can a struggling, broken, single mother really give?!?!? But I keep sharing our journey and I keep writing because I must. But you see we live on an island. It is called a rare genetic disorder, it is called a genetic mutation, it is called an orphan disease because there are less than 50 in the whole world. It is dangerous. It is my life. I call it POMC Island. I landed here in 2010 May 6 … flat on my face. At first I was numb I did not feel anything I did not think about what this all really meant. I did not research anything I did very little reading. But then the storms came… Oh how the storms ravaged, and for oh so long I could only cry and mourn. Then ever so slowly and cautiously I reached out… I went thru the stages of loss and grief of denial and acceptance. It was not easy. And I still have all of these feelings and...