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Six Flags

A couple Saturdays ago we had the opportunity to go to Six Flags with Mark’s company. I’d never been to one before and it was great! I do think zoos are a better place for animals than these amusement parks though…some of the tanks and cages were so small!  Menininho loved the cougar the best because it reminded him of Oliver.

Dolphin watching

Marvin is rocking the Marfanoid look, even if none of the teens know who he is

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Church BBQ

Our congregation had a family BBQ yesterday at our church’s softball field (Yes, our church has a softball field. Apparently a former church leader wanted to turn some extra church land into a softball field and the church finally agreed, if he’d pay the $90,000 to clean up the land and construct the field, and he did. Now, no one plays on it.). It was about 100 degrees out, maybe a little cooler. We slathered Menininho in sunscreen and his new hat so that he’d be OK in the heat. I had made strawberry jello (I caved in to the church lady stereotype!) with pieces of strawberry and marshmallows in it. It’s really quite good….when it gels. However, despite 6 1/2 hours in the fridge yesterday I had a soupy mess on my hands and we all had to drink the jello out of dixie cups. Darn 😦

After about a half hour in the sun (well, technically under the massive tent thing that the Rickers brought), it was decided we should pack it inside and play volleyball instead. Since the Rickers stole Menininho for the duration of the event, I got to take lots of pictures!

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My Life with Marfan, Part 1

I’m not quite sure where my story starts, but I suppose the Coolest Thing to Ever Happen to an 8 Year Old is as good a place as any.

Ever since my parents first used me to get them free candy, I’ve wanted to be in a parade. I used to beg my dad to paint his ugly pickup truck magenta and hang streamers from the ladder racks and let me ride in the back, tossing candy to the other kids. (My mother is eternally grateful that the year Dad offered to indulge me in this fantasy, he missed the deadline to register his truck by a couple of days.)

Finally, when I was 8, I was set to increase my cool factor by 110% by riding on the Girl Scout float in the Pataskala Street Fair parade. It was a hot day and all of us Brownies had to wait a while for the start of the festivities. I don’t remember much of what happened, but at one point I woke up in the gravel next to an ambulance (how convenient!). I didn’t know it then, but it was the first of many fainting spells. Someone fetched my mother and soon I was riding home in Dad’s ugly pickup, instead of standing atop the Girl Scout float in all my 8 year old glory.

Shortly thereafter, Mom took me to my pediatrician’s to find out why I had fainted. In retrospect, I wonder why she didn’t just chalk it up to the heat and me locking my knees and leave well enough alone. But she didn’t, and my doctor knew my family well enough to know to take mom seriously. He looked through my chart for a while, bustled around taking some measurements, and said “I’m sorry, I really should have caught this earlier.” And then he told my mom about Marfan.

The doctors at Childrens’ Hospital confirmed the diagnosis, which sent my family into a tailspin. I understood that Abraham Lincoln had had the same illness, which I thought was pretty awesome. I wanted to tell everyone at school. I mean, having the same illness as a dead president had to make me famous by association, right? However, Mom suggested that my diagnosis might be something better kept a secret.

For the next 4 or 5 years, I just sort of existed in this awkward place where I didn’t really understand what Marfan meant, and neither did my parents. They meant well, but were at times suffocatingly overprotective, and I began to rebel. Mom finally suggested I write a letter to my doctor and ask if he had any other patients with Marfan that I could talk with.

That letter changed my life.


My first (and last) equestrian competition, taken about a month after I was diagnosed with Marfan

You can read the rest of my story here: Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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