n the midst of my sorrow and complete broken heart for my broken marriage, something profound happened, my sister contracted a disease so rare that most people give a blank stare when I say it. I was so worried about the difficulties of continuing life not knowing who I was that it never occurred to me that just as I would figure it out, loss would again heap coals on my head. CJD. I hate you. You are stealing my sister from me when I need her most.
It would be enough to break most people–a dead marriage, a dying sister, complete vulnerability in a world that you were often protected from, however, I persevere. I have no choice. I have my boys who have now become my world, I have my faith, my family and I have my friends–my true friends who are there day to day with messages of love and support. The girls who are at the ready to crawl into my bed and hold me as I cry just like they did when I realized that all I held on to was gone and had been for some time.
In the midst of the distractions and the pain, I realize that while the temporary often passes, the permanent remains. I thank God for the permanence in my life that isn’t bound by this world. In this world or not, I know that my sister will also be there holding me as I cry for the losses and that knowledge does indeed cause my cup of thankfulness to run over.