You have to take the good with the bad. I subscribe to this philosophy not just when it comes to my life but also when it comes to my favorite hobby – scrapbooking.

I started scrapbooking almost two years ago now. My mom had made me a beautiful scrapbook for my Bat Mitzvah when I was 13. She promised my younger sister Danielle the same thing. But life got in the way and my sister’s Bat Mitzvah scrapbook turned into a middle school graduation scrapbook then a high school graduation scrapbook and finally a college graduation scrapbook.

As Danielle’s college graduation approached my mom still hadn’t started the scrapbook. But I figured maybe I could help. After all, I was home all day with nothing to do. It might even be fun, I figured. I had no idea I would end up loving it so much, that I would find a hidden talent, and a passion… well more like an obsession.

When all was said and done, my sister’s college graduation scrapbook became a three volume set encompassing her entire life up until that point. It was time to move on to other things, so I started in on my own life.

While going through my own pictures from the last several years, there were many pertaining to my illness. Hospital stays, doctors appointments, and so on. There was even a birthday I spent in the hospital.

At first I was hesitant to include these not so happy memories in my scrapbook. But I realized that these were experiences that I also wanted to remember. These bad times in my life are part of what makes me who I am. So I put them in.

The actual time I spend scrapbooking is therapeutic. It exercises my creative muscles and helps me relax for a few hours while I design and arrange, cut and glue, label and decorate.

It’s actually rather therapeutic to scrapbook memories of my illness. Once it is scrapbooked, it feel more concretely in the past. And it can help me look to the future. For instance, I did a page of my me taking my first few steps when I first started walking again. Now I am able to walk around a store! I can look back and remember it and see how far I’ve come!

Freedom is something that is often taken for granted. Freedom comes in a lot of different varieties and all are often taken lightly until you don’t have that freedom anymore.  Until I got sick I took so many very personal freedoms for granted.  I especially took for granted the freedom to move around  where I want unassisted by a wheelchair and the freedom to drive to any place I wanted.

Now that I can’t walk and I can’t drive, those are things that are no longer taken for granted.  And now I am constantly searching for ways to increase my freedoms once more.

Soon I will be getting a specially designed wheelchair that will allow me to be up out of bed in it without being in pain like I am in my current wheelchair.  However, this new wheelchair can only be transported by a wheelchair accessible vehicle, something I cannot afford.

So today my sister Danielle started what we are calling my Freedom Drive – a fundraiser to help me buy a wheelchair accessible vehicle (as well as help with my other medical expenses).

Please consider donating, and, if that isn’t an option, please share this link with as many people as you can.  Please post it to Twitter, Facebook, and MySpace,  email it to your friends and family, or even blog about it!  Thank you so much for all your help and support!!!

http://www.giveforward.org/freedomdrive/

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