The past week-and-a-half has been trying, insightful, painful, comforting and mentally exhausting. Life is full of challenges and triumphs. Times of celebration and of sadness. Certain moments that test us while others provide immense encouragement. I continue to remain true to myself and determined to find the bright spot in every day.
Last week I had to fly from my home in northern California to Pennsylvania for a deposition and four doctor appointments, one of which was eight hours long. My husband, Noah, and I mentally prepared for this trip knowing that it would be a whirlwind visit and emotionally and physically exhausting. Before our plane took off, I put out positive energy for safe travels and manageable pain. I am thankful to be back home after accomplishing all appointments and the long days of travel.
While the days were draining, lengthy and painful, Noah and I continued to find the bright spot in each one: Seeing the beautiful Pennsylvania fall colors and smelling the autumn air was soothing for my soul. Noah and I eating a sweet bologna and American cheese sandwich in a parking lot between appointments. Being able to hug my mom and dad, see my kidney donor, my immediate family, relatives, friends, and witness my brother-in-law and best friend get married. These were all silver linings and brightened our days.
The deposition I went through was for a motorcycle accident in which I was involved as a passenger in 2007. During last week’s visit, Noah and I had to drive through the intersection where the motorcycle accident took place. It was eerie to cross through the same path in which I laid unconscious six years ago, however I am so grateful to be alive. I was questioning my actions of May 30, 2007 and said to Noah, “What if the driver of the motorcycle, Bob, and I would have made a different turn that day and would not have been at that intersection at that very moment in time?” Noah said, “But what if there was a dump truck driving up behind you that day instead of a car?” This profound comment instilled that no decision we make is wrong. It is all part of the circle of life.
Thirty-two years ago today, my grandmother, Pauline Shellenberger, passed away at 3:25 a.m. due to complications of PKD. I am sorry for my mother’s painful loss. I am remorseful my grandmother passed away two years before I was born and that I never had the opportunity to meet this remarkable woman.
It is certain that today is a gift which we have been granted. No matter if we are perfectly healthy or living with a disease like PKD, our lives will not be smooth sailing. A guarantee is that we will be tested and faced with change. Whether today tests us or calls for celebration, let’s smile, let’s find a silver lining, let’s uncover a bright spot.