Thank you for visiting my page! I am starting off with my history so you have an understanding of who I am.

I am new to this so please be patient with me!
I would first like to thank you for viewing my blog. I am writing this, not for sympathy, but to bring awareness to the daily struggles that come along with being disabled. I also want to spread the word that IT CAN HAPPEN TO YOU. I was 30 years old when i got sick. I never ever thought that it could happen to me.  I am also hoping that this blog will help motivate me to be a better me, for my daughter. I apologize in advance if my words don't come out right or if I am all over the place. I know my grammar is terrible and my mind wanders. I have a hard time putting my thoughts into coherent sentences lately. I know what I want to say but most of the time I can't word it correctly.When i got sick I was told over and over that I should share my story in hopes that it will help other people. I have been very hesitant to share this. I am going to try the best i can.

The picture that I have on my blog is a few weeks after the worst day of my life. This picture is a reminder of how much my daughter means to me and how lucky I am to be where I am today.

On April 15, 2008 I was driving my daughter Brianna to her dance class. It was a normal, crazy day. I was working full time as a Quality Assurance Analyst for a huge conferencing company. I worked really hard to get where I was in the company and I was an outstanding employee (if i do say so myself) lol.
So back to April 15th.
As I was driving I saw a blind spot in my vision. i used to get bad migraines that gave me an aura in the same spot. I got really worried. The first thing I did was pick up my phone and call my ex. I was scared out of my mind and let him know. He told me I was making a big deal out of nothing and I shouldn't worry. He was going on a motorcycle riide and if anything changes I should call him back.  
When i got to dance class there was a mother there who was a nurse. I decided it wouldn't hurt to ask her what was going on. She told me to go to the hospital immediately.
I have to back track for a minute here. My mother has Multiple Sclerosis. She has been in a nursing home since I was in 6th grade. So when the mom/nurse told me to get to the hospital I was thinking "Oh my God, what if I have M.S.?" I started having a panic attack. (I am actually having one now thinking about this.)
I called my girlfriend and asked her to come take me to the hospital and to go back to dance class to get Brianna when it was over.
I got to the hospital and told them what had happened. They rushed me into the ER and did a ton of tests. This is where things start getting blurry. I am not sure if the gave me any type of meds, not sure what tests they ran and not even sure how many days I was in the hospital until they gave me my diagnosis.
I do remember that i missed my little girl so much that it hurt. I kept thinking that she CAN NOT live without her mother the way I did. I was an emotional wreck. I was going through cigarette withdrawal and birth control withdrawal and trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me.
My baby girl was coming to see me with her dad. She came in the room and all I did was hug her and cry. As I was hugging her the Dr walked in. I think she told me right in front of my baby that I had had a stroke. I thought my entire life was over. I have never cried so hard in my life. "What would my baby do without me? What was going to happen to me?"