My Purpose in Life

Lately I have been filled with unbelievable love. Through this disease, I have lost many friends; however, though I have lost many people whom I thought were "friends", I have also gained many that I didn't know were friends. I have met some of the most amazing and courageous people. Some I have never persoanlly met, and we only know each other through the chats and postings on FB. Yet, these people have become to be just as important as my personal friends. I am truly blessed. At this difficult time, they have each reached out and made sure I knew how important I was and how blessed I was to have them in my life.

Gorwing up, my desired future occupation often changed; however, the one thing that never changed was my life goal. My one true life goal was to leave this world a better place than when I came into it. I wanted to have a positive influence on people. While I always imagined that I'd do this by doing something significant such as writing a book, discovering the cure for cancer through my own research, or becoming a motivational speaker, something that truly told my story, inner perseverance, and strength.
No one imagines that they will die before they even get to live. But for me, that is the case. I have not yet gotten to do any of the things I had imagined. Yet, I see all those affeted by my impending death and am shocked that I have had such a profound affect on so many. It amazes me. I pray that some day my complete story, through journal entries and other things, will be told. In some ways, this makes things more difficult because I realize the effect that I have had on others, the lives I have touched, and what it will mean when I am no longer here.

Jess went to Elms the other day to inform some of the faculty and staff of what was going on and that I was dying. It has been avazing, the responses I have received. but then I knew I had an impact on Elms. It saddens me greatly that while others in my graduation class are getting jobs, getting married, having children, ect., but I am doing none of these activites. I am dying. I have to leave this world before I really get a chance to make my mark. Yet I know that in my own way, I have left my mark, and that I won't be forgotten. The love that has come through from professors and other members of the Elms community as they reach out to share their love and support is amazing. Perhaps if I hadn't been who I was, and so instrumental in the community, my death would not be such a loss. But while it hurts others, in some ways, I am happy because it means I was important. Elms was my first true home. It was a place where I was valued for being me - Melissa Hauser. It was where I achieved my goal of going to college and becoming somebody, rather that the statistic that was expected of me. I did break through the system. I did succeed, and I didn't just survive. I thrived. I made and left my mark. It was at Elms that I became a person, a person I was proud of. Someone who was looked up to by others - a leader and a mentor. I was a role model in the classroom, and in the community as a whole. This is expressed through the numerous emails and well wishes that were expressed to me over the news they had received about my illness. There was a time in my life that I hated myself. I felt worth less than a peice of scum. Today, I am prouod at what I have achieved. I have risen above all that. Yet, it was all that, that made me who I am today. One of the hard things is the shock that some experience at this news. Throughout the time that they have known me, they have known me as a fighter, someone who has alrady overcome such odds, and in their eyes, this is just another road block. It is hard for them to realize that there are things tha cannot be overcome.

A Way to Find Hope

As a massive hurricane approaches, it is hard not to see destruction and devastation, especially after already experiencing a tornado, an earthquake, and a tsunami in the past few months. In addition to all of the strange and severe natural disasters, one doesn't have to go very far to see more evidence of what seems to be corruption and terror. The news in the newspaper and on television is loaded with stories of school shootings, terrorism, gang wars, baby killings, and many other terrifying events. It is easy for a person to question what this all means, and if this is the end of the world. But rather then feel powerless and a victim of life's circumstances, I see hope. I see the people that are brought together, to help those in need. In Springfield, people donated backpacks and school supplies for children in need after the tornado. It is through adversity that the true glory of people is seen. People come together volunteering their time and resources to help others. After the tsunami, people made food for the victims; they donated clothes and other things. People came together to rise above the terror and destruction. There is a reason for everything, though we may not know it at the time. Perhaps, God is using His will to bring people together. In this, they are able to share His love and His glory.

Having the trach has been extremely difficult. It has been a very long road, and I know this road is not yet over. I have many more challenges ahead, but I know with the support of others and God's help, I can persevere and not only survive, but thrive. It is through God that I am alive and it is through prayer that I have been able to survive. I have experienced extreme adversity, and it is through God that I have the strength to get through it. People I don't even know, except through FaceBook have been there all the way, praying for me, praying with me, and cheering me on. There have been many times that I wanted to give up.The time between when the initial trach was put in and the trach was downsized, was a horrible time. I felt the future was bleak and I had no hope. The trach had been put in with the purpose of enabling me to go home and have a decent quality of life. Had I had refused the trach I would never have been able to leave the hospital. Though this was the intent, reality was different. I went home unprepared for life with a trach. I was essentially tied to a tube and only able to move around my room. I felt horrible. I was weak and sick. I was unable to function, and honestly if I had to stay that way, I didn't want to live. I prayed that God would take me, that for once my pain and suffering would be over. But it was not my time. I now am better prepared to life with a trach. I have hope.

One thing I have learned is that you can't take anything for granted. In times of adversity, it is possible to rise above and survive. People come together to support one another. You can't live your life in fear, but rather must live each day as if it is a gift, a gift from God.

It is through God and prayer, that people are able to come together in times such as these, through natural disasters and the struggles of life, that we are able to rise above it all. It is through God and prayer that rather than seeing devastation and fear, we can see hope. It just depends on how you look at things. You can view it as a tragedy and something that you can't control in which case you'll feel powerless. Or you can view it as a situation of hope, something that can be an instrument of God to bring people together, to  support each other.

Most people think of FaceBook as just a social networking site. They don't realize that it is much more. Through FaceBook people who otherwise would not know each other, get to know one another. To me, ti is a giant prayer group. When one person is sick and suffering or just needs some extra prayers, people from all over the world come together and pray. We pray for people we don't even know. Why? because they need it.

At first, I was afraid to say "praying for you" or "God Bless". I was afraid of mentioning God or my faith, or asking for others to pray for me. So many people get all upset over mentioning God or faith in the community but it is okay to do so on FaceBook. It amazes me how many people can come together to pray for a person in need. People from completely different places, with different beliefs, different life styles, and different struggles all come together to pray for each other and help out in any way possible. It can be quite depressing and overwhelming to see all the pain and destruction in the world today. But then I get on FaceBook and I see a person who has asked for prayers from someone they know, or says that they will be praying for me, and I know that the world is not all bad. God's work is spread on an international level. God is using others as instruments to spread the word of God and share His love. It is truly miraculous.

Friendship

One thing you learn when you get sick, or when you are faced with life's difficulties, is who your real friends are. As one of my fellow zebras said, "having severe health problems certainly shortens your Christmas card list." While many people can call themselves your friend, actions speak louder than words. A true friend is there for you no matter what - through the thick and thin, good and bad, sickness and in health. They are the people you can truly count on. You know they care about you and they support you in those times of adversity. They are there to be the shoulder to cry on. They are your cheerleaders. When you think for sure you can't go on, they are there to hold you up. They want you to be the best you can be. They accept who you are. They like you for being you. With them you can drop the mask, and just be you. In addition, friendship goes both ways. As much as they support you, you support them.

When I was first diagnosed with my immune disorder, I quickly learned who my true friends were. I was in the hospital frequently. Times that I wasn't in the hospital, I didn't feel well - I was too tired or too sick. I'd make plans to do something or to go out, and I would end up having to cancel because either I'd be sick or wouldn't feel well enough to go. Often people didn't understand this. They wanted to go out and just have fun, or be able to do things spur of the moment. I learned that though people called themselves your "friend" this was in name only. They didn't visit me in the hospital when I got sick. When things were good, they were the first ones to be there for the fun, but when things go tough, they were the first to high tail it out of  there as soon as they could. They did not understand my disease, and everything was about them. I also learned that some people are incredibly shallow. They didn't want to be friends with a person who is sick. Though it is a hard lesson to learn who your true friends are and it hurts to discover that several people who you thought were your friends aren't, it is great to discover those that are true friends. These are the people that support you no matter what. They got your back. They do visit you in the hospital. They may even wait with you in the ER. If they can't, they still call to see how you are doing. You know they care.

When I got the trach, my group of "friends" got even smaller. The thing that hurts is that should the situation be reversed, I'd be there for them, and I have. I don't expect for people to visit, though it is nice when they do so. Being sick and in the hospital is no fun. You feel lousy, you're subjected to painful and often invasive medical procedures, you're bored and depressed at not being able to participate in your usual every day life. Times when being sick means you miss one thing or another, you then also feel guilty for having to miss that engagement. You feel as if you have let people down. I have missed many holidays, birthdays, even one of my friend's wedding. There is the disappointment you feel at having to have missed it because you were looking forward to it, but also you feel as if you, yourself, are a disappointment, because once again, you let your friend down. So, I understand people not being able to visit, but it is nice to receive a phone call, text message, or email just saying "hi" and letting you know that they are thinking about you.

It's hard. I have one friend who I was best friends with. She went through some difficult times and I was there. I went through some difficult times and she was there. We met in college. When I graduated and had to move back home, things changed. As long as I was willing to drive an hour and a half to see her, then we were cool. But as I got sicker, I wasn't able to do that. She didn't drive down to see me, nor did we meet part way. It was inconvenient to her. Our relationship grew further apart as my illness prevented me from being able to engage in strenuous activity. Soon I became ashamed of myself and my limitations as well as the physical changes my disease had caused my body. When she'd have a hard time, she would call and I'd stop what I was doing to be there for her in any way that was possible.

One of my other "friends" I discovered was really very self-centered. My illness is not "convenient" to her, too which I am sorry. My disease is not very convenient to me either. She has not called or made an effort to visit. There are times she says that she will visit, but it is a bunch of broken promises. Yet, she asks, "We're still best friends, right?" No, I am sorry, we are not. I am too tired, too weak, and too sick to pacify other people's needs. I don't have the energy to do things just to make them feel better about themselves.

And yet, I feel blessed. Through this illness, though I have lost many "friends" I have gained many true friends. People who I have never physically met, only know them through FaceBook, have become a huge support to me. They genuinely care. They are worried about me and my well-being. Though they may not be able to visit, they message me to ask how I am doing. They send cards and well-wishes. They pray for me and my health. They encourage me and my progress. They show concern and worry if they don't hear from me. They are my support. Sometimes I wonder what it means that people who have never physically met you can be more supportive and care more than the people that are physically close to you. Some may think it is sad that we reach out to those that are in essence strangers, and don't provide for those close to us. Others may say that it is amazing that we are able to share our love, support, and friendship with people all over the world. I know that the people who I personally know and are close to geographically would not act any different if things such as FaceBook didn't exist. They would not be more supportive. Instead I would feel alone and isolated. In my opinion, things like FaceBook, open doors and allow for relationships to others that otherwise wouldn't exist. We all need to feel loved and supported, to feel that we are cared about, and that we mean something and are valuable to others. I think that it is awesome that technology today allows people globally to be brought together.

L-R (Me, Mebsie, Ducky) 2 wonderful friends I met on FB