No Cinderella

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No Cinderella

I've been on a Disney Throwback kick lately, can you blame me for the nostalgia? Buzzfeed's article seriously got it right when they said the 90's are coming back and just repeating them-self. Anyway, I found my favorite old Disney song, "Cinderella" by The Cheetah Girls. It is a standout feminist anthem in a sea of "someday my prince will come"s whining about life only beginning when the handsome man comes to rescue the girl who can't survive by herself. 

Don't see this as an anti-Disney rant, because trust me, I love Disney as much as the next person. I can quote any classic Disney movie to you and I'll happily break out in High School Musical any time, any where - you can Bet On It. But, my parents raised me in a feminist household where I wasn't allowed to watch the Disney Princess movies as a child because of their anti-feminist, body shaming, etc. messages. (And we wonder why I'm the activist freak I am today?) 

I am a strong, independent woman. I will not be like Cinderella. My "dark, cold, dusty cellar" is my health, hospitals, and even my own room that holds me prisoner at times because of being too sick to leave. But, I'm not waiting around for a "prince to come and set me free". I know that the only person who can save me is, me. So, when the question of why I handle my health in the way I do (with jokes, smiles, writing, and advocating) is asked, well,  it's because I refuse to be the woman who ends up like Ariel/The Little Mermaid with her voice taken away. I have a voice, a powerful one, and I want to use it for the better. The fairy tale life isn't for me, that much is pretty clear. To quote one of my absolute favorite Disney princesses though, "I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this." This has always been much more of my motto. My Sick Chicks Sisters help me handle it. Advocating for health policy helps me handle it. Writing helps me handle it. Listening to music, swing dancing, watching Netflix and so much more help me handle it.

Wanting a prince by no means makes you weak. In fact, all relationships are extremely important and I'm currently asking for people to submit Spotlights specifically on this topic (so if you're interested in that - please email your submissions through the "Let's Talk" page). However, there is a problem with the idea that women can't be the heroes of our own stories. My challenge for you is: instead of waiting for a prince to save and love you, try saving and loving yourself. 

Xoxo, 

Sick Chick (aka, She-Rah; the warrior princess) 

 

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The Fight For Cures Now

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The Fight For Cures Now

"Congress is working together on a nonpartisan issue that will have a profound effect on the lives of all Americans. H.R. 6, the 21st Century Cures Act, will bring our health care innovation infrastructure into the 21st Century, delivering hope for patients and loved ones and providing necessary resources to researchers to continue their efforts to uncover the next generation of cures and treatments." - Mission Statement, House Committee of Energy Commerce, 21st Century Cures

Is it just me or do you get chills reading that paragraph? 

Finding advocacy allowed me take control of an uncontrollable situation (my health.) Now, one of the pieces of legislation I'm most passionate about and have fought the hardest for is facing it's day in the Senate. 

~ What do we want? Cures! When do we want them? Right. Freaking. Now. ~ 

We are in crunch time. 21st Century Cures has passed the House, and is now finally going to the Senate after being delayed quite a few times. August is our final time to push for this important piece of legislation. You might be asking things like, "Well, I'm not sick, so why does this affect me?" or, "I don't have a rare disease, so why do I care?" I'm here to answer those questions. 

Health legislation affects everyone. Yes, you might not be sick. Today. But health can change in the matter of seconds, and (God forbid) it ever happens to you, you'll be hoping that 21st Century Cures in action to produce treatments and cures. Cures are for everyone NOT just rare disease patients. This affects cancer patients, this even affects the hot topic zika virus. But, OPEN Act (something I'm incredibly passionate about that gives bio pharmaceutical companies incentive to make off label medication on label for rare diseases that otherwise wouldn't have treatments) is only for rare disease patients. So then comes the question again, "Why should I care?" Because, 1 in 10 people have a rare disease. By that statistic everyone knows someone with a rare disease. So, get involved and care for your bother, your mom, your niece - whoever it may be because without these vital pieces of legislation they might me in the same situation as me...stuck living on borrowed time and who knows how long that lasts for? 

Ways To Get Involved:

1. Change your profile picture on Facebook and Twitter using this link to share your support for Cures Now 

2. Use the hashtags "#CuresNow" and "#OPENAct" on social media to spread the word and to get the attention of your local legislators, don't be afraid to tag them in posts about the upcoming legislation!

3. Use these hashtags and share why YOU need #CuresNow (for ex. "I need #CuresNow and #OPENAct because paying for life saving medications or college shouldn't even be a choice") 

4. Write to your local legislators! As constituents, you hold great influence. Please take advantage of this and share your story! Follow this link

5. Submit a Spotlight story! I'll be publishing stories throughout the month of August and into early September in the Spotlight program specifically relating to the need for Cures Now. Share how you're fighting for Cures Now, how off label medication saved your life/the impact the legislation would have if in place, and/or why you need Cures Now!

~ We have the power to impact great change. Right now we just have take the moment and turn it into a movement with lasting momentum. 

Help us win the century, and just wait and see we do with it. I promise you won't be disappointed. ~

Xoxo,

Sick Chicks 

Facebook.com/thesickchicks

Instagram @shirastrongin 

Twitter @sick_chicks 

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What A Long Strange Trip

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What A Long Strange Trip

Happy Birthday to Sick Chicks! It has officially been one year since the website went live and our incredible success wouldn't be possible without all of the support we've received along the way. Originally "Sick Chick" was a pen name for my anonymous personal blog (I have since "come out of the disability closet" and stopped being anonymous, but will forever be "Sick Chick"), but I quickly realized through being picked up by an east coast based non-profit, having interview opportunities, and being asked to speak at national conferences that "Sick Chick" could be so much more. While it took years, thank you all for helping to make my dreams a reality. I firmly believe that empowered women empower women and that's what I sick chicks do - we come together and empower each other through really tough times, whether that means being a shoulder to cry on or making inappropriate jokes, we're there for each other through the good, the bad, and the ugly. 

This year has been filled with ups and downs, it started off with me being named the Global Genes 2015 RARE Champion of Hope - Teen Advocate, which was such an immense honor and fueled my passion even more for activism. I made many friends at the Summit and look forward to attending this year with my We Are More Family. I've been pushing for specific legislation (OPEN Act and 21st Century Cures) for a while and this year I've gotten to see a great deal of progress being made on those bills. I even got to speak at a break out session during a Rare Disease Legislative Advocacy conference where we lobbied in DC for these to bills.

Sick Chicks has grown beyond my wildest dreams. I've had a Forbes article written about me, I've had my work published, done podcasts, and there is still so much more to come. We've been involved with and partnered with so many organizations led by strong, inspiring women; Made by Mer, InvisiYouth, Debra of America, The Literal Heart, The Superhero Project, Emily's Fight, Hannah's Heartbeat, Dysautonomia Intl., Global Genes, and many more. We've been able to host fun events for local California girls and are finding ways to have Sick Chicks sponsored events all over since we are International! 

But, unfortunately, nothing is ever completely positive. This year was very rough health wise. I spent most of the year in and out of the hospital and had two major surgeries (I broke my mom's rule of one major surgery every two years...oops.) I had multiple Transient Ischemic Attacks (TIAs) or mini strokes, and now am dealing with many cognitive impairments that severely impact my reading/writing - as a result. I've been told I'll never be able to read or write at the level I was at before. But, all I know is with my sick chicks at my side, anything is possible. I'm not going down without a fight, and I'm not just going to just accept this. 

Thank you all for sticking by me, supporting Sick Chicks and our advocacy efforts. I can't tell you how much it means. 

We might not have found Wally this year, but there's always next year, right?

Xoxo,

Sick Chick

 

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Christina Grimmie: We Say Goodbye "With Love"

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Christina Grimmie: We Say Goodbye "With Love"

By Emily Muller & Shira Strongin:

On Friday, June 10th, Christina Grimmie, age 22, was fatally shot after a concert in Orlando where she was doing a meet-and-greet with fans.  Christina was a talented and successful vocal artist, who placed third on the popular television show The Voice, and toured with artists such as, Selena Gomez and Rachel Platten.  She was a supporter of the rare disease community, and performed at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope last year.  

When The Mighty reached out to us after hearing of Christina’s passing to write a tribute article, we jumped at the opportunity to be able to honor a person so special to not only us, but the entire rare community. Putting together this article reminded us of just how many people's lives she touched with her generosity, compassion, and spirit. She had a tremendous impact on us both personally, she will never be forgotten. Christina will live on in our hearts, and through memories we hold close.  

Christina Grimmie at the 2015 GLobal Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope 

Christina Grimmie at the 2015 GLobal Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope 

I first met Christina at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope. I was being honored as the 2015 RARE Champion of Hope - Teen Advocate. I was so nervous, yet excited, and had absolutely no idea what to expect. I began to walk down the blue carpet with cameras flashing in my face and people pulling at me for interviews. I clung to my fellow honoree and friend, Madi Vanstone. I'm sure I looked like a lost puppy or a fish out of water. That's when I turned and saw Christina walking down the blue carpet, confidently just doing her thing - posing, working the interviews, totally calm, and in control. After both of us were finished she came over to me and asked if this was my first time "doing a carpet," I nodded anxiously. She told me not to worry about it, that "it [would] probably get easier every time' (she didn't want to over promise.) We then had a nice little chit chat about hair dye and I felt better about everything. This was the moment I knew we would become friends. 

That's just the kind of person Christina was (it's heartbreaking to go from saying "is" to "was" about a person so lively and spirited) if she saw someone in need of help, she was the first one there. Whether small, like a freak out over a first time "doing a carpet," or something big like coming to the Global Genes Denim Dash just to be supportive of the cause, and not even for any publicity. I'm lucky I was able to have called Christina a friend and to have known her and her family for even the short time I did. She had unshakeable faith, was so humble, witty, and big-hearted. She will most certainly be missed. 

Shira Strongin, Founder/Activist - Sick Chicks, Chair - We Are More

Savannah, Christina, and Shira at the 2nd Annual Global Genes Denim Dash

Savannah, Christina, and Shira at the 2nd Annual Global Genes Denim Dash

 

I never had the pleasure of meeting Christina, but I can tell you that in the rare disease community she was known for her kindness just as much as she was known for her incredible talent.  Recently, I watched a video of Christina performing at the 2015 Tribute to Champions of Hope in which she noted that when she looked around she saw “amazing people that work so hard and keep pushing on to create awareness.”  Through her devotion to the rare community, she truly became one of those people.  Christina was one of the first supporters of a project that I’m working on called “We Are More,” an initiative hoping to change the way young adults with illness and disability are seen by society. She really wanted young people with illness and disability to continue to have ambitions, dreams, and hopes for the future.  The fact that she had so much faith in our mission to empower young people and encourage them to dream makes it all the more tragic that someone robbed her future hopes and dreams of her.  Although Christina’s life was ended by a senseless act of violence, the impact that she made on the rare disease community will never fade.  I know that I’ll always be thankful that she believed in us.  

Emily Muller,  Founder/Activist - Emily's Fight, Lead Communications - We Are More

In the wake of this senseless act of violence, we gathered friends from the rare disease community to share either a story, a quote, or a memory - something that truly captured who she was.  These statements come from patients, entertainers, and advocates alike. We were both lucky enough to have been personally impacted by Christina, whether it be through her being one of the first to believe in and support a cherished initiative, or through a special friendship.  We hope that you can find some joy and solace in these recollections.  We know we did.

"[Christina] was a wonderful, beautiful person inside and out, both on stage and off. She was an incredible inspiration for the rare disease community in her too short life. She was an emblem of youth advocacy. And in that aspect, we were one and the same."

Ben Lou, Member at Large - We Are More, "[Christina's] Favorite Person" - as said by Christina, September 27th

Christina's Mother, Christina's Father, Ben, and Christina at the 2nd Annual Global Genes Denim Dash

Christina's Mother, Christina's Father, Ben, and Christina at the 2nd Annual Global Genes Denim Dash

“The world knows Christina through her videos and music. I was fortunate to get to know the young woman behind the voice. Christina was goofy, caring and devoted to her faith. At the Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope, where she gave an impromptu acapella performance (due to sound issues) , she cooly laughed off the technical difficulty stating ‘the piano was just a stage prop.’ That was Christina, seeing the silver lining to everything. Her sound will be missed, but her legacy of compassion will live on.”

Jesse Marimat, Patient Advocate

Jesse and Christina at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope

Jesse and Christina at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope

"Christina was the type of person who you could meet and feel like you've been her friend for years," [Travis] explains. "She had a diamond heart and was so giving. I only had the gift of knowing her for less than a year, but her charisma, talent, and enthusiasm for life were inspiring to me far before I had the pleasure of calling her my friend. Her legacy will continue to touch lives forever. She and her family are beloved by so many and my deepest prayers go out to them, as well as all of her friends and fans."

Travis Flores - Writer, Actor Philanthropist (in a statement to Entertainment Tonight)

Above: Christina and Travis at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of HopeBelow: Travis and Christina at the 2nd Annual Global Genes Denim Dash

Above: Christina and Travis at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope

Below: Travis and Christina at the 2nd Annual Global Genes Denim Dash

"I had the honor of performing with Christina at the Global Genes Gala in Huntington Beach last year. Her performance that night is one I will never forget. While she was playing her set, her piano gave out due to technical difficulties. This is an uncomfortable situation to be in while hundreds are watching, but Christina was unfazed. She quickly reacted by grabbing the mic and delivering an a cappella performance that left the crowd in awe and garnered a well deserved standing ovation. Christina was a true professional but more importantly, a true artist. She touched the lives of many through her kindhearted personality and unbelievable raw talent. Her music will live on forever."  

Aleem, Singer/Songwriter 

Christina and Aleem at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope 

Christina and Aleem at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope 

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“For years, Christina Grimmie had always been the beautiful voice with the captivating persona that I'd watch YouTube videos of on repeat. It wasn't until last September that I began to see the girl behind the beautiful voice. The girl who spent her free weekends at charity events, who lent her platform to those who had none. I actually met Christina through a charity, Global Genes. She was at their 2015 gala as a guest, friend, and performer. After a great couple of songs, she was ready to sing again when, completely out of nowhere, the audio stopped working. It reminded me of a Michael J. Fox quote, "Things are going great; then you hit a wall and things change. I think it says a lot by how you react to that." And as everyone in the audience was waiting to see how this tiny, beautiful musician would react to no music, she laughs it off and puts everyone at ease, and continues to happily sing a Capella, and MAN can she sing. In the short while that I got to live in her light, I didn't have a worry in the world. By being in the same room as her, I felt safe and comfortable. She was one who saw everyone as an equal, and who showed her faith through her actions. You didn't have to see her post a Bible verse to know she was a woman of faith. You could tell by the love, compassion and acceptance that she welcomed you with. It's my greatest hope that I can honor Christina by living my life as she lived her's: completely, brightly, and confidently, even when the music goes out.

Madison McLaughlin, Actress, Advocate

Christina during her performance at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope

Christina during her performance at the 2015 Global Genes Tribute to Champions of Hope

We are heartbroken to hear the news about our friend Christina Grimmie. She was extremely talented with such a kind heart. She used her platform to not only increase positivity in this world, but to help raise awareness and funds for numerous causes. Christina was a selfless rare disease activist and has left a lasting impression with personal friendships she made in the rare community.We will never forget how she silenced a room and moved people to tears with her amazing acapella performance at the Tribute to Champions of Hope last year.  She has left an untouchable legacy and will be greatly missed. Our thoughts are with her family and friends.”

Global Genes, Rare Disease Non-Profit Organization 

Christina supported the entire rare community. If you can, please consider giving back by donating to her family and supporting them through this difficult time. Or, consider signing this petition that would help Christina be remembered in the next Legend of Zelda game, which was her favorite game of all time. 

Rest In Peace. March 12th 1994 - June 10th 2016.

Rest In Peace. March 12th 1994 - June 10th 2016.

 

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Recovery

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Recovery

Recovery: rəˈkəv(ə)rē/ 

noun

  1. A return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength
  2. The action or process of regaining possession or control of something lost or stolen

So, why am I? The girl with the chronic, life long (yes, I know they're essentially synonyms, but I like being dramatic - any of my doctors can tell you that - besides it gets the point across) illness(es) talking about recovery? Well, because I'm actually going through the process now.  

According to the first definition to recover one must return to a "normal state", which once again begs the question - what the hell even is normal? I don't think it exists. I've talked about that so much I feel like you're all sick of it, but this is a serious issue. I mean by this definition, is recovery truly achievable by anyone? Personally, I could never achieve it because I'm far from normal

But, then comes that second definition. There is a saying, "Time, she's a slut, she screws everyone over." And lately I've realized both how true, and grossly false that statement is. I don't usually share personal medical information and I keep things fairly (okay VERY) private, but just so you can understand; I'm living on borrowed time right now, I'm surprising everyone because I'm somehow still here and I'm not supposed to be. It's beautiful, magical, and special. But there are consequences to it also. 

I have learned how to live life in and for the moment, because you never know - that's all you might have. This has led to amazing adventures, like attempting to get into the Church of Scientology, just because. It has also led to a fair amount of really stupid decisions (with wonderful stories, keep in mind!) that I will most definitely not be posting on here because I'm very aware my mother reads this.

Let's be real, everyone dies. It's a reality of life. The question isn't "will we?", but rather "when will we?" So, I find it quite pointless to fear death since it is inevitable. I think the real fear is missing out on life. This is why I started doing "get busy living" activities (like the things I did...and didn't...talk about above). I don't want to have any regrets, I don't want to miss out, and I want to feel accomplished when it is my time to go. It's not about how much time you get, it's about what you do with the time you're given. So, I'm taking back control of my life and my time. I'm recovering. 

Recovery is a long, rough, and horrible process, but it is so rewarding. I have anxiety, and it's taken me a while to even be honest with myself about it. I feel it manifest constantly though now. My vascular system has gone on strike, so if I even feel the slightest chest pain I go to a dark place. The combination of the whole "not supposed to still be here" thing (odds breaker for the win!) and anxiety made me push people away this past year or so. I am working on mending those friendships. I know that will be a long and difficult process, but it's been successful so far. 

I already had a huge wall up (seriously The Great Wall of China would be jealous of the kind of security I arm myself with), but I've realized the wall isn't just to protect myself, it's to protect others too. With any kind of illness or disability I think we have the tendency to want to shield and shelter others from what we view as our "ugly" truth. I think this is even more prevalent in people with life threatening illness. We want to save others from the pain. The funny thing? I never asked anyone if they actually wanted to be shielded. I just assumed and pushed people away without a second thought. But, this isn't giving people the benefit of the doubt. Yes, there will always be people who will hurt and reject you (even in completely platonic ways), but if you block out everyone for this fear, you'll end up isolated and hurting. So, for me, learning how to allow people in is going to be a huge part of my recovery.

I'm currently dealing with severe aphasia and moderate apraxia, and loss of brain function post multiple episodes of Transient Ischemic Attacks (TIA), and I have no clue how much language function I'll ever get back. Writing, reading, speaking - they're my life (just kind of, if you can't tell). So, to people who have emailed or messaged me, I promise I am not ignoring you, and I really do thank you for reaching out. When my brain is functioning enough to read and write, I'm working on Sick Chicks, We Are More, or finishing up my junior year of high school. I mean, I've been writing this post for over a month now and it's gone through so many revisions, but I'm sure there are multiple grammar mistakes and I'm sure there are multiple places where things just don't flow/make sense. But, for now, this is as good as it is going to get and I'm so proud of myself for even being able to accomplish this. 

When we think of recovery it's generally the 12 steps, or recovering post surgery (granted I'm doing a fair bit of that too), but we don't ever talk about the whole recovery process when what was taken from you was your time and life - things you can never really get back. I feel as though I'm stuck in a sort of purgatory. I'm still fighting for my life and I always will be (nature of my illnesses), but I'm no longer dying. A huge part of fighting for my life, is fighting to actually be able to live. Dealing with life and death affects people differently and I can only speak to my experiences, but there isn't a guidebook on "How to Deal: Realizing You've Somehow Made It and What The Hell You're Supposed To Do Now".  I think these are real issues that need to be spoken about candidly. I know I'm not the only one dealing with this. 

Charles Bukowski said, "You have to die a few times before you can really live."

I couldn't agree more. So, l'chaim! 

Xoxo,

Sick Chick

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Remembering ZZ

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Remembering ZZ

In Jewish culture on anniversaries of significant deaths we light a yartzheit candle. Today, my family is lighting one to mark the fourth year of the passing of my grandfather, Allan Granoff (ZZ). 

He was one of the founding doctors at St. Jude Children's Research Hospital in Memphis, TN. At the time the South was still segregated, but ZZ and the other doctors wouldn't sign on unless there would be racial tolerance and equality. So, St. Jude became the first hospital in the South to have only two bathrooms; one for men and one for women, instead of one bathroom for white men and one black men, and one bathroom for white women and one black women. It was also the first hospital that would treat and hire people of all races and religions. Everyone would eat in the cafeteria from the researchers to the janitors, and again, there was no segregation. The doctors who started at St. Jude weren't sure if they would ever make a scientific contribution (they have made huge ones over the years!), but they knew would they would make social contributions. I'm so proud to know my grandpa was a part of that. ZZ even marched with Martin Luther King Jr. during his time in Memphis. 

I'm so thankful to ZZ, I wouldn't be the activist I am today without his influence. He taught me to raise my voice and never stop until I am heard. He taught me to stand up for what I believe in. Most importantly he taught me, "if you've never pissed anyone off, you've obviously never stood for anything." I know he's proud of me, because according to this, I've stood for a lot...

Even when he was having bad dementia he always asked about my health, we would have discussions about changing the world, and sing "I'll Be Seeing You" together while looking out at the beach. 
I'll always cherish that. 
Losing a loved one is never easy, wether recent or four years ago. But, remembering the amazing moments helps and knowing, someday, I'll be seeing you again, ZZ.

I love you. 

Shira

 

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Talk Medical To Me (Part 2)

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Talk Medical To Me (Part 2)

Netflix and Chill - I literally mean watch Netflix and Chill. If I invite you over to "Netflix and Chill", there will be no funny business. There will be lots of Netflix marathons, food binging depending how my stomach is, and if you're lucky we might even take a communal nap.

"Stay Healthy" - I hate hearing this with a passion. Refer back to "Talk Medical To Me (Part 1)" definition "Pretty Ill" - I can fake it with the best of them and 9/10 times I never look how I'm feeling. I have a chronic illness (another definition to refer to), meaning I won't just get better or become healthy. I will be sick for the rest of my life. Yes, there will be better days, and worse days. But, telling me to "stay healthy" is an insult and rubbing my face in something I can never have even though I know that isn't what you mean to do.

"Baby Docs - Residents, fellows, etc. Anyone who is in school to be a doctor; sometimes do not have enough experience yet and often go by the book, which causes ignorant assumptions especially for those with complex diseases" - Maura 

Vagina - Yes, I am referring to female genitalia, but sometimes residents don't feel comfortable using correct anatomical terms and say "girl parts". All parts of my body are girl parts, therefore you have to be specific. I have a hand, I have a foot, and I have a vagina. Let's all say it together - Vagina! Vagina! Vagina! Better?

"Vog Mask - The thing that makes you look like a badass post apocalyptic ninja, all while protecting from the germs of the world!" - Savannah

Privilege - Something you have that you can't control. You can't control you're race. You can't control your health status (to an extent - you can control whether or not you smoke, you can control whether or not you have healthy eating habits, etc.). You can't control your sexuality. Those are all privileges depending which status you are because someone (the privileged) are the majority. You shouldn't be ashamed of your privilege. The point is to acknowledge that privilege is there and influences daily life. A big part of this is being contentious and just "watching your privilege" based on your audience. An example of "watching your privilege" would be not complaining about needing to watch what you eat in front of a tubie. 

Mobility Aids - Wheelchairs, canes, walkers, etc. these are seen as symbols of limitation, but they're called mobility aids for a reason, because they allow those of us who are disabled to be mobile and live an active life. I know this was in the past, and not to drudge it up again, but this is one of the huge reasons the "Kylie Jenner Magazine Cover" controversy was so infuriating for those of us who use or have used mobility aids. She viewed the wheelchair as a symbol of the limitation her fame (which is a privilege?) puts on her, but a wheelchair is freedom. 

Family - I talk about my Sick Chicks family a lot, and it's because you guys (my readers, community, other Sick Chicks) really are family to me. Family isn't defined by blood. Family is who is there for you when you need it the most without question. Family is your biggest support system and your biggest champions. Family just gets it. Family is a connection of souls that when you meet people it's just undeniable, the bond is often as strong, if not stronger than blood. 

"Neurology - Brain/nervous system doctors. The closer they are to the brain, the more egotistical and bitchy." - Savannah

Paramedics - The hot guys on ambulances moms use as a bribe so we'll let them call 911 

"GI Doctors - The ones who are paid to ask about your pooping habits." - Savannah 

Shoot up - To do a medically necessary injection in a sketchy bathroom and feel like a druggie 

"Sterile - Super clean. Cleaner than the house after your mom found about people coming over." - Savannah

LO2 (pronounced low-2) - meaning to be lacking in oxygen (O2), deoxygenated, hypoxic...it's just a bit of a problem. 

 "Allergic Reaction - When your body tells you NO in capital letters. Usally involving a lot of freaked out nurses/parents and a lot of meds." - Savannah  

Morbid Jokes - Things sick chicks say (such as, "I might die young, but at least I'll die smart") in front of non sick people who aren't as accustomed to death and don't find such jokes funny. 

1 in a Million - I know, every parent thinks their child is special and 1 in a Million, but Sick Chicks usually are literally 1 in a Million, and should be treated as such. Because we are a 1 in a Million a good motto is "expect the unexpected", there's not really many people like us whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, we're never really sure. 

Service Dogs - Dogs that are trained for specific tasks i.e.; being a seeing eye dog, helping with mobility, picking items up, opening doors, etc. Can be taken anywhere with owner. Must go through an intense application process to be considered for a service dog. 

Emotional Support Dogs - Dogs that are for people with anxiety, depression, etc. and can be used for comfort. Can be taken most public places with owners. *click link for more information about this*

Therapy Dogs - Dogs that are taken to play with children and adults (mostly children) in hospitals, but don't have the rights of Service and Emotional Support Dogs, so they can't be taken into stores or restaurants with their owner. 

"You're too young to [be this sick, be dealing with all of this, etc.] - Needs to stop being said because bottom line is no age should have to deal with all of this and illness knows no boundaries. It can happen to anyone at any time." - Morgan 

If you want your definition to be added to the next addition either put it in the comments, email me, or message me on any of my social media accounts!

Instagram - @shirastrongin

Twitter - @sick_chicks

Facebook - facebook.com/thesickchicks 

Xoxo,

Sick Chick 

 

 

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One Month: Amelia

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One Month: Amelia

Hey,

I know it’s been a while. I think of you everyday. There’s so much I want to tell you.

I have great friends now. We’re changing the world – seriously. I know you were worried about the friends I used to have. The toxic ones are gone and the healthy friends I do have couldn’t be more understanding or supportive. You would love them all, but you love everyone.

I’m doing well in school too! I’m taking four AP classes (I finished the semester with a 4.5 GPA!!) and doing ACT prep. It’s pretty stressful, but keeps me busy for sure.

Sick Chicks has gone farther than I ever imagined it would. I hope you know – this is all because of you and for you. I’m so grateful you connected Dr. Stone and I. She is such a compassionate physician who truly understands the challenges our community faces. She has been there for me and we’ve been a solid support system for each other after…

I hope I’m making you proud. I’ve started to think WWAD (what would Amelia do?) before every decision…probably something I should’ve done a while ago, would’ve kept me out of a lot of trouble.

I was such a scared kid in Children’s Institute, then you the cool older girl came in as my roommate, showed me the ropes, and wanted to hang out with me. I felt so special. I remember spending Christmas together and New Years too. I didn’t want to leave even though I could go back to the hotel with my parents for a few hours. I just wanted to stay with you.

You showed me how to handle being sick. You showed me I could be okay. I could smile, I could laugh. You showed me the power of my voice that Christmas. It’s the most special, cherished gift I’ve ever received.

I’m so blessed we got that time in California. You were able to come just as I was starting high school, another significant time in my life. I remember it was supposed to be a surprise, but you couldn’t keep it a secret. I’m so glad you didn’t. I loved planning too much. I loved going to the beach and crossing “putting feet in the Pacific Ocean” off of your bucket list. At the end we both knew it was the last time we would ever see each other. It was utterly heartbreaking. But, my last memory of you in person was when you were tube/line free for a few precious minutes, dancing, laughing and hugging me.

I remember when we’d freak the nurses out in Children’s Institute because our vital signs would be the exact same. Low temp, high heart rate, and low blood pressure. Classic signs of dysautonomia. You had the diagnosis, I didn’t. I was used to being told my symptoms were "just anxiety" and I needed "to get over it". It wasn’t until a few months later I was officially a part of the club. You had a feeling, but since I didn’t mention any symptoms, you didn’t want to say anything. We went through my Ehlers Danlos diagnosis together as well. You were there for me when my lungs started to not function well and helped me through being bipap dependent for a while, something you had already gone through yourself. God, I’ll miss that support. But, you’re still here. You’re with me when I go to the beach. When I see a classic movie like “Singing in the Rain”. When I go to synagogue. When I eat chips at Chipotle. When I play card games. When I touch the charm on my necklace. When I’m working on my own bucket list.

You’ll never be truly gone because you live on in the lives of everyone you touched while here, and you touched so many of us.

I never got to thank you for the pillowcase, it’s so fitting that I go to sleep with you and wake up with you just like when we first met at Children’s Institute.

I love you.

I will keep fighting for you.

Your little sis,

Shira  

Please go to UMDF to learn more about Mitochondrial Disease and it's affects. 

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Dad Appreciation

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Dad Appreciation

I had a hard time starting this post, which is weird because it should be easy to write about how amazing my dad is and how thankful I am for him. I think it's because I don't tell him enough.

Most of my medical life is spent with my mom, she goes to the majority of my doctor appointments with me, she travels with me on medical trips, she stays overnight with me at the hospital. So, somehow he gets passed over in the appreciation, but dads are our unsung heroes. At least my dad is mine. 

My dad has given up so much since I got sick, such as never getting a full night's sleep. I know my dad will move mountains for me - heck he flew up to San Francisco for one day because it was the only place to get my IPV (a breathing machine that I need) fixed. My dad will make sure I get whatever treatment I need, whether it's on the east coast or the west coast, whether insurance will cover it or not. When I had to do IV antibiotics every 6 hours for two weeks he would wake up at 4 am to give them to me - here's the best part - he'd be careful not to wake me up too! Yes, we've had some horrible moments, which unfortunately have been happening a lot lately. These moments show me how strong our daddy-daughter bond truly is. I can come to him with anything, he's always a shoulder to cry on. 

No, my dad doesn't get to do typical daddy-daughter activities like seeing me in a dance recital, but he gets to see me lobby The House and Senate and watch violent movies with me, so I think we're still doing alright.

Happy Birthday Dad. I love you so much.  Even if you love Bandit our blind dog more than me. 

Xoxo,

Shira :) 

 

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Talk Medical To Me (Part 1)

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Talk Medical To Me (Part 1)

Sometimes it's hard to remember not everyone lives in the medical world. I'm guilty of dropping a, "Oh yeah I totally just shot up in LAX before my flight" into everyday conversation, and I forget other people don't realize I'm not talking about heroin, I'm just talking about fondaparinux...and most people don't know what that is either. 

So, I've decided I'm going to compile a dictionary of sorts. All of the terms you should know when hanging out with a sick chick. As the title says, this is only part one. If I leave anything out please feel free to email me or message me on any of my social media accounts, which I'll leave at the bottom of this post! I'll give credit to everyone for lingo and definitions :) 

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Chronic Illness - Meaning I'm not simply going to "get well soon", this is always going to be a part of my life. There may be better days or worse days, but it will always be here.

Disability - To quote the ADA, "a person who has a physical or mental impairment that substantially limits one or more major life activities, a person who has a history of such impairments, or a person who is perceived by others as having such an impairment". You can see the definition isn't clearcut. You won't always be able to look at a person and determine their disability, so it's important not to judge. Some disabilities are invisible, but that doesn't make them any less real. 

Comorbidities - Diseases that are friends with other diseases and like to throw ragers in the same person...it's super cool and fun when you happen to be that person...

Trigger Event - Sometimes a person can have a genetic disease without knowing, either the symptoms are mild or it's dormant waiting to be activated. It takes a trigger event, such as an injury or serious illness, that stresses one's system and in turn sets off the disease. If you have a predisposition to certain diseases a trigger event is also applicable. 

Tubies - people who are too cool to need food, so they get nutrition through a either an NJ, ND, NG, G, GJ, or J Tube. 

Spoonies - The chronic illness community, aka, the best people you'll ever meet. Well, I might be bit biased. The name comes from The Spoon Theory, which is another definition itself, so I just linked in the original blog post.

Online Community - No, they aren't sketchy. Sometimes they're the only people we can talk to because despite being across the country, they're the only people who understand us. Generally they aren't creepers. Generally. 

Off Label Medication - Most of the medication I take. It's approved for other diseases, but just not mine, yet is known to help my disease(s). So, doctors will prescribe it for me, but insurance won't always cover it since there's "no known indication" for my disease(s). On this note - check out OPEN Act and urge your Senators to pass it because it would make Off Label Medication, On Label for rare diseases, like some of mine - basically it's super important. 

Pretty Ill - A consequence of invisible illness, we don't look sick. In fact sometimes we look damn good. Don't judge a book by its cover, what you see is not the reality when it comes to invisible illness. I know I may have just posted a super pretty picture on Instagram, but I also may have just gotten out of the hospital. Doesn't make either one any less true or real. 

Central Line - For treatment frequent infusions of various things (fluids, blood, antibiotics, etc.) are necessary. It's a pain to constantly get poked for an IV and a lot of us are really hard to stick, so it's sometimes easier to put in either a PICC Line, PORT, or Broviac to name a few. These are lines that stay in 24/7 and can be accessed at any time, they go directly to your chest - even a PICC Line, which is accessed at your arm. 

Care Packages - Things people send you in the hospital. Most people send balloons, that's nice and all, it really is the thought that counts! But, when you're in the hospital all you want is some dry shampoo, lotion that smells pretty, and nail polish. Oh and fuzzy socks! Lots and lots of fuzzy socks! 

Side Effects - There's a price to everything, and even the most beneficial medications can come with a huge cost. So yes, while my meds make some things better, they also make other things worse. But, it's a trade off that many of us have to take. Some side effects can be; dizziness, nausea, weight gain, weight loss, hair loss, acne, moodiness, bleeding risk, headaches, etc. 

Paradoxical Effect - When you take a medication and you get the opposite effect. For example, if you're given benadryl, which is supposed to make you drowsy, but instead you're wired the entire night. You could see how this would be a problem with certain medications, and there's no way of predicting a paradoxical response until you take the medication.

Contraindicated - When a treatment is inadvisable because of a condition or another treatment. For example, using heparin (a blood thinner) for me for a blood clot is contraindicated because it almost killed me. 

Champagne Problems - People living with chronic illness/disability/rare disease/mental illness don't have the luxury of living with champagne problems. Sometimes you need to be aware of this, not saying to sensor yourself around me or anyone else, but complaining about needing to lose weight when you're only a size 2 in front of a tubie friend of mine who would give anything to be able to chew and digest food normally is a bit insensitive. 

Flare Up - Just as you thought your symptoms were calming down, one acts up and the rest follow, often causing a crash. 

Brain Fog - This I will have to wait and write in Part 2 because I am currently...what's that word? Oh right, experiencing.

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So, here's my "Sick Chickitionary" so far - let me know what you all think and what you'd like me to add! 

Email me - contact.sickchick@gmail.com

Or, find me on Social Media and message me there!

Twitter - @sick_chicks

Facebook - facebook.com/thesickchicks

Instagram - @shirastrongin 

Xoxo,

Sick Chick

 

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Suffering Is Subjective

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Suffering Is Subjective

"Well, it could be worse." 

I can't tell you how many times I've had people say this about me. Either from healthy/able bodied people or from other sick/disabled people. Illness shaming is a very real and harmful phenomenon. Why are we stuck justifying our pain to others? 

I've gotten a lot of messages recently from people saying how they don't believe they deserve to complain since they don't have "X Condition" (which they think of as being much worse). Well, I'm a firm believer in therapeutic complaining. It's better to get it out somehow rather than keep it bottled up inside. I believe you all have every right to complain even if you don't have "X Condition". 

Suffering is subjective. Pain is not universal. Some one else's 7 might be my 4. Does that make what they feel any less horrible or real? No. Just different. How we experience a phenomenon is not universal. I may have a 7 pain, but act like I am experiencing a 4 for a variety of reasons such as distraction, tolerance build up, or I'm just awesome at hiding it. Does that mean my pain is not a 7 though? Does that mean I actually feel good? No. Does that mean people should compare how I experience my 7 to how someone else experiences their 7? No. Because everyone is different. Suffering is subjective. 

One of my favorite books is The Perks of Being a Wallflower. There are just so many quotable moments in it, including this one, "And if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad." To me this really sums it up.

Getting into the compare game is a slippery slope with no winner. 

Xoxo,

Sick Chick 

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Galentine's Day

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Galentine's Day

AKA the most sacred day of the whole year. 

Galentine's Day is February 13th and is ladies celebrating ladies. It's about the importance of female empowerment and friendships. Plus, it helps that Galentine's Day was started by Leslie Knope from "Parks and Rec". 

The Sick Chick Network is basically an everyday celebration of Galentine's Day. I have so many strong and amazing girl friends, some of them I've met through this network. I'm so appreciative for the wonderful community we've been able to form. 

Here are some ideas on ways to celebrate!

  1. Have a "Parks and Rec" marathon with your girl friends!
  2. Bake! Chocolate is always the answer. So are waffles and milkshakes. Oh and cookies. And cupcakes. Basically dessert. 
  3. Dance and sing to Taylor Swift at the top of your lungs like you're feeling 22 
  4. Watch girl power movies here are some examples - "Legally Blonde", "The Heat", "Sisters", "Miss Congeniality"
  5. Watch violent movies (you'd be surprised how good for the soul these are approaching Valentine's Day) 
  6. Get some little gifts to show appreciation for your friends, this is one of my favorite gift stores 

In the immortal words of Leslie Knope, "Uteruses before duderuses." Happy Galentine's Day!

Xoxo,

Sick Chick 

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Because. That'd Be Boring.

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Because. That'd Be Boring.

The other day my mom said to me jokingly, "Normal people tour colleges their junior year, not hospitals, why can't you be like normal people?" I, of course, had a snarky response, "Because. That'd be boring." But, after a while of thought I realized just how true that statement is. 

I hate the expectation of normalcy. What even is normal? A standard the media created to make us feel inferior about our lives. Just because I'm not the "cheerleader-prom-queen obsessed with boys and partying" that every high school TV show and movie says I should be, doesn't mean I'm abnormal. It just means my normal is different.  

My normal is not feeling well. My normal is working incredibly hard just to keep up. My normal is constantly being disappointed by the state of my health. My normal is getting to go on the wildest adventures (like my quest to find Wally and DC in February). My normal is meeting the coolest, most inspirational people (shoutout to my WAM Fam). My normal is writing for hours on and hours on end (well, you get to see some of that). But, I wouldn't trade it for the world. Because. That'd be boring.

Something I've learned along the way: normal is abnormal. We're all unique and we should celebrate that instead of trying to live up to this unachievable standard set by media. My life may not be perfect or "normal", but it is crazy, beautiful, and certainly not boring

Xoxo, 

Sick Chick 

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Let It Burn

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Let It Burn

I think it's time to let go of some toxicity in my life. As you can tell from my last post - there's a fair amount hahaha. So, as one of the commenters on Facebook suggested, I'm going to write it down and then let it burn. I'm having a bonfire/Let It Burn party! I don't know who I'm going to find that trusts me with fire, but you know minor details. Writing is therapy for me, but setting stuff on fire sounds pretty good too. So, me and some friends are going to write down the toxic things that are holding us back and then dump them into the fire. There will be music - let's be real, it's kind of a Taylor Swift moment here, so I've got to play it up - food, and maybe some dancing. Just the perfect way to let the things that we can't change go. 

I'd like to address some comments on my last post:

I know B's intent was not to injure me as severely as she did, but she was trying to embarrass me (long story), and didn't realize what would happen or think of the consequences. It was a rule that you don't touch or stretch other kids in class, and she broke that rule. Also, there was supposed to be adult supervision in this dance class, but the teacher was in the bathroom texting and could have prevented this from happening too. 

I don't blame her for my genetic illnesses. My spine surgeries and my pain syndrome can be linked back to that injury. But, genetics are genetics, can't exactly change those (don't you wish though?). This injury however was my trigger event (I will be doing a later post specifying what trigger events are) and without it I could've had a lot more healthy years or my problems in the future would have been much more minor. 

I didn't send her the link. I think seeing her with my family member dragged up old wounds and made them feel fresh again. It was extremely therapeutic to get this out there and now it's just that, out there, not bottled up inside. 

Finally, something important to me is being open and honest on here. Sometimes stuff from the past gets dragged up and sometimes I'm in the hospital, sometimes I'm dealing with stress from school and sometimes I'm advocating for change. This is my story, my voice, and my truth. I'm not going to censor myself.

I want to thank you for being a supportive community. I want you all to know that I'm always here for you, I have an open email/message policy with my readers. If you ever want to talk, vent, whatever - I'm here. And, please join our Facebook community and have the support of other sick chicks because no one should go through this alone. 

Xoxo,

Sick Chick

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Dear "B"

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Dear "B"

Most of you are unfamiliar with my story and how I became sick. Well, you're about to become a lot more familiar with it. A few weeks before my 10th birthday my best friend at the time injured my back pretty severely in a dance class. It was my "trigger event". That was the end of my healthy life as I knew it. And that friendship...she never reached out. All of this time, I've been living with the consequences of her mistake. I've dreamed about telling her exactly what happened for so long.

Now something happened that pushed me over the edge. A family member of mine, who knows how this girl ("B") hurt me, has become good friends with "B". Seeing these interactions on social media have made all of the horrible memories come flooding back.  But I realized it's time I get some guts and say my piece. It's time I get closure. 

So here it goes: This is to you "B" (super convenient that her first name starts with that letter - right?)

"Memories are flooding me as I write this. Playing in your backyard. Sleepovers. Dance Classes. But then something happened. You hurt me.

No, I'm not talking about my petty pre-teen feelings. I'm talking physically hurt me. So badly that I've had two spine surgeries and a neurovascular pain syndrome that is regarded by the national pain scale as the worst pain a person can feel. You. My "best friend". Did that to me.

See, I was sick. I have a few (okay more than a few) rare genetic diseases. No one, including me knew at the time of the injury. But, without this injury I would have had more years of ignorant bliss. More healthy years. But instead I've gotten to spend the last almost seven years in and out of the hospital. Instead I've had to relearn how to walk six times. Instead I've almost died more times than I can count. Instead I had two spine surgeries. And you never kept in touch. You never checked in. You didn't care. My "best friend". 

Thank you. Because I've thrived in spite. I have realized my strength. I've realized the power of my voice. I've become an advocate. I've won national awards. I've had my writing published in Forbes and other media venues. I've lobbied Congress. 

But, I'll never be able to dance again. I can't go to regular high school - I'm too sick. I'll never be able to breathe properly. I'll always be in pain. I've missed out on so many normal teenage experiences. I missed out on maximizing my healthy years. 

I have two huge scars as permanent reminders of you. It only seems fair I return the favor. So, here you go - a permanent reminder. Because it isn't fair that I alone carry the weight of something that could have been prevented.  Something my "best friend" did to me. Maybe you won't read this. Maybe you'll brush it off. Maybe you won't even remember - god how I envy you for even that possible luxury. 

But this isn't about you. This is about me. And I deserve a sincere apology. I deserve respect. I deserve closure. I deserved this so long ago it's ridiculous. I deserved support and a good friend, one who cared. I deserved better than what happened to me." 

So, now that I've gotten that off of my chest...quick poll: how many readers think I should send this link to "B" and how many think I should leave well enough alone and as the song says "let it go"? Also wondering if any of you have had similar experiences and what you've done. 

Xoxo,

Sick Chick 

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ABC

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ABC

A is for anemia that brings new meaning to being fair

B is for Benadryl, just bow down  

C is for the clots that didn’t get the memo

D is for the Dysautonomia that spellcheck doesn’t recognize

E is for Ehlers Danlos Syndrome that makes my joints dislocate  

F is for the “funny” things my doctors say

G is for my Girl Parts, which are okay (inside joke – don’t ask)

H is for the hospital aka my home away from home 

I is for irony, there’s just too damn much

J is for the jokes my body likes to play

K is for my kidney stones that just need to go away  

L is for laughing, because that’s all we can do

M is for my mast cells that are on the offense 24/7

N is for Netflix and Chill, as in literally

O is for oxymoron, what my body is – emphasis on the moron

P is for the PICC lines that didn't work out so well 

Q is for questions, there’s just too damn many

R is Ritalin, because it keeps me upright

S is for my screwed up spine

T is for how Tachy I am, especially this time of year

U is for UTI, which is an “I” problem

V is for Verapomil, which makes me less tachy

W is for all of the wrong diagnoses I’ve gotten

X is for the X-Rays – it’s the inside that counts right?

Y is for yucky tasting meds, you’d think they’d figure this out by now

Z is for Zofran, my personal drug of choice, it’s seriously the best

 

And that’s my chronic illness ABC’s – I’d love to see yours! Tag me in posts, I like to see what you guys are doing in the community, and follow me on my social media accounts.

Facebook: facebook.com/thesickchiks  

Twitter: @sick_chicks

Instagram: @shirastrongin

 

Also want to remind people we have a closed Sick Chick Facebook Support Group for those of you who want to participate. Message me and I’ll send you the link to request to join :)

 

Xoxo,

Sick Chick 

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Dear Able Bodied People,

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Dear Able Bodied People,

Dear Able Bodied People

This might come as a shock, but I don’t hate you.

Dear Able Bodied People

Don’t talk down to me. Don’t use the “cutesy baby voice” you think I’ll appreciate. I don’t appreciate it. I know you’re trying to be nice, but it's an insult to my intelligence.  

Dear Able Bodied People

Please. Don’t pity me. You don’t even know me, but as you hear “my story” or see my scars...

There’s no reason to pity me though, that’s what you don’t seem to understand.

Dear Able Bodied People

I’m not your token. Being friends with me or working with me does not make you a good person. Make sure your heart is in the right place. 

No, I’m not paranoid. We leave in a crazy world where people use each other for their own benefit. When you’re a minority you’re more subjected to that.

Dear Able Bodied People

Stop using the world cripple as an insult or to be funny. It isn’t. It’s plain wrong.

Dear Able Bodied People

See past. My disability is a large part of my identity. But I am more. I am a writer. A feminist. An average girl obsessed with Dirty Dancing.

Dear Able Bodied People

We’re not so different. See that. We have similar hopes, dreams, goals, and morals. We’re the same on the inside (in the metaphorical sense strictly, sorry couldn’t resist). That’s what counts though.

Dear Able Bodied People

You're not always right. Neither am I. But there is some middle ground where we can understand each other. 

Dear Able Bodied People

I don’t hate you. I hate the entitlement and ignorance. 

Dear People

Let's be the change. 

 

Xoxo,

Sick Chick 

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(Im)Perfect

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(Im)Perfect

Perfect. What is it? A social construct. Something the media has developed as the gold standard.

"If only I was thinner" "If only I was taller" If only I didn't have these scars" "If only I had tanner skin"                                                                                                                          ...I'd be perfect.                                                                                                                         If only. 

Trying to live up to this non-existent ideal forces us to live in a world of "if only".                   Miserable. Impossible. 

 

Imperfect. Undesirable. Synonyms as far as society is concerned. Because if something isn't perfect it's inherently wrong. Because if something isn't perfect why would we want it?

But, it's the imperfections that tell a story. It's the imperfections that give character. It's the imperfections that make someone interesting. It's the imperfections that make some beautiful. It's the imperfections that make someone human. 

Perfect. Is generic. Perfect. Is fake. Perfect. Is undesirable. 

I am a wholly imperfect being.                                                                                                     And so are all of you.  

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Sorry

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Sorry

"I'm sorry."

The two most damaging words in the English language. Who are you to be sorry? Sorry for me. You don't even know me. Yet. You're still. Sorry. Sorry for me. 

Why?

Why are you apologizing for my existence? Why are you making me feel more worthless than I already do? Why are you making it harder for me to look in the mirror? Why are you making me feel like a burden on society?

No. I'm sorry. 

I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry for your ignorance. I'm sorry that you can't see past my disability. Beneath my costume.

Because you might not see it, but I am a superhero. I fight invisible bad guys everyday and I look damn good doing it. 

But you don't care. You don't take the time to get to know my super strength because you saw me out of costume once. 

And you're sorry. 

 

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Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

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Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

I have the best friends in the world, hands down. My friends make me laugh when I'm about to cry, they're there for me in my darkest moments, and they're there for me when I want to wage war on bad doctors. My friends make being in the hospital a better experience, at times even fun, which I know sounds impossible. 

This hospital stay one of my good friends, Kayla, is in the unit next to me and we've been inseparable. Kayla even has a sign on her door telling nurses to come looking for her in my room if she isn't her own. I was so upset that I had to come back to the hospital (let's be real no one wants to spend their free time here), but I knew Kayla would be here too. She's become my partner in crime. I've kind of corrupted her...whoops...

Being in the hospital together is a bonding experience like no other. You have people poking and prodding at you. You have people asking you all kinds of embarrassing questions about poop, pee, and your "girl parts" - inside joke, don't ask. At some point it just doesn't phase you, and you realize you've lost all sense of modesty and pride. This is why you form a special bond with people going through similar experiences. We're able to laugh at situations healthy people wouldn't be able to.  

I mean who else can you do hospital dares with? Who else can you get in baby cages (hospital cribs) with? Who else realizes dry shampoo and moisturizer make much better gifts than balloons? Who else will play Crazy Eight's until you actually go crazy? Who else will make pinky promises about "no more hospital play dates"? Who else will throw hospital ragers with TSwift? Who else will cuddle with you when it's been a week since you last showered (real talk)? Who else will help you achieve your dreams of (IV) pole dancing? 

Sick Chicks will do all of this and more. I'm forever thankful for the Sick Chicks in my life.

Shoutouts to: Ellie my fellow IV pole dancer who basically lived at the hospital with me, Laura who helped keep me distracted and made sure I didn't get lost, and Savannah who drove over two hours to see me and screamed at the ceiling with me. Thanks for everything - love you all! 

Xoxo, 

Sick Chick 

 

 

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