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Waiting, the hardest part of this

It has been a month since I went to do the lab testing for the donation. While it should be easy for me to wait, it is not.

I realize that every decision that I make right now impacts the ability for me to be able to donate.

Part of me wonders if I am still compatible. Part of me knows that I still am.

From what I eat to how much I sleep. Everything that I do I try to measure to a point of how does this impact my health and my ability to still donate.

I stepped down from some ministries to relieve some stress. Then work started to pile up. It feels like a never ending cycle of insanity sometimes, I wonder if it's worth doing. Then I look back on how far God has taken me and know that he wants me to do his purpose and not my own but to also willingly participate for what he has planned in my path.

There are times that I want to throw in the towel and move back to Watsonville and go back to being a couch potato. Then I realize how much I could have been doing during those times that…
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Lab

I finally went to the lab today to give my blood for analysis. The day started really hot and annoying. I kept fixing my thoughts to positive and my attitude.

It's obvious that I have many things coming against me.  My housemate was knocking on my door without regard that I did not want to be disturbed. I was praying and just trying to take in good energy. It was not majorly important what she needed to tell me. Sometimes, I feel like she does not understand that concept of a closed door, meaning, I need a moment or need some space. I did not open the door, because I just did not want interruptions while I was processing what would take place today.  The conversation between the door is one that we have had since she moved in. It's not that significant, and it was not urgent. It was basically tidiness with the restroom. We have discussed tidiness. I was a bit annoyed. But I let it go.

Got to the lab, waited for another 15 minutes. Total wait was 25 minutes. I was running out o…

Small decisions and Big Impacts

Making the decision to donate my bone marrow has brought me to really analyze what I need to do. There were some areas of emphasis with the registry:

- Eating Habits
-Sleep/Rest
-Activity

They might seem as common knowledge, but for someone like myself who has struggled with emotional eating, over-committing, spreading myself too thin and not getting enough exercise, this is a mission. Since my diabetes in 2008, it has been a roller coaster with my eating and activity. At some points I was on top of it, and at other points I was falling into my bad habits.

It was very present this year as I self-examined that my issues related to be self-sabotaging.  I do good and I tend to fall back to my bad habits of eating a pint or two of ice cream instead of rely on God. This does feel like divine intervention. God always uses for our purpose, but he always gives us an escape from our bad habits. It ends up being a free choice. Choose to do better for my health, or choose to do poorly and begin …

The contact, and how...

Last week with everything else going on in my life, I had received two calls and one text. It was regarding a Bone Marrow Registry. I was so busy with other mundane and work related things that I had forgotten to call back. I called back on Wednesday afternoon, to find out that I was a match.

In 2004 I participated with a Bone Marrow Registry Drive at CSU Monterey Bay. Nu Alpha Kappa (NAK) was promoting this event as it is their Philanthropy. At the time, I was a junior, heavily involved in the school newspaper, active in my chapter with Sigma Theta Psi (STP) and believed everything was possible. I had no fears, nothing intimidated me.  I felt like I was getting ready to rule the world and make a huge change. This is how we were developed and molded "You can do it" "If you fail try again" " Nothing can stop you" were quotes in my daily thought process.

I arrived, filled out the forms. They took a q-tip to swab my cheek for tissue, then I went to class. Th…