When I look back on the most rewarding experiences of my life, they are almost all to do with serving others.  Right now I’m working on a community service project called Scrapaganza.  Scrapaganza is a scrapbooking event at the Ronald McDonald House in Los Angeles that celebrates the beauty of every life as a source of inspiration.

Ronald McDonald House provides housing for families who have seriously ill and injured children in the hospital.  These parents and siblings are dealing with very difficult circumstances.  Scrapaganza will be a source of joy during this stressful time in their lives.

The event will be open to all families currently staying at Ronald McDonald House.  After an inspiring keynote, each family will create a beautiful scrapbook telling their personal story and celebrating joyous memories.  Expert scrapbookers will be on hand to lend support and assistance.

Scrapaganza is currently seeking volunteers and donations.  Find out how you can get involved!

Please help me spread the word by posting http://scrapaganza.org to your Facebook, Twitter, and etc!  Thanks so much for your support!

Sometimes I forget that learning to live with a chronic illness is an endless grieving process.  I tend to get very caught up in maintaining a positive attitude, and fail to let myself feel the negative feelings that naturally come with all the change and loss I’ve experienced while dealing with a chronic illness.

This past year has been a difficult one for me.  There have been lots of changes and losses.  I endured two long hospitalizations – one for six weeks and one for eight weeks with one week intubated in the ICU.  I’ve been through multiple changes in caregivers.  I’ve been dealing with my parent’s separation and impending divorce.  I even made a major positive life change when I converted from being Jewish to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints,  and though this has brought me so much happiness, it has wrought some negative side effects – significantly straining some relationships with family and friends.

Through all this I think I’ve maintained a remarkably positive attitude.  I’ve become an expert at coping.  I’ve channeled my energy into other things I still can do like scrapbooking, Alternate Reality Game design, web and graphic design, and novel writing.  This has helped me keep my spirits up as I’ve created an identity for myself beyond being a “sick girl”.

This is all well and good.  In fact it’s great!  I love being happy.  I have no desire to wallow in self pity.  But that doesn’t mean that the negative feelings go away.  But where do they go?

I’ve come to realize recently that I’ve been stuffing them away.  I still feel deep sadness, mourning, and loss.  I still have intense fear for my immediate safety and my future.  But I keep that all hidden deep beneath my ever positive outlook.  Why?  Because feeling them hurts and I’m afraid of what they’ll do to me and my relationships if I let myself feel them.

Still they come out in other ways.  I eat too much and don’t sleep enough.  My obsessive compulsive disorder flares up.

So I recently came to the conclusion that I needed a safe place to let myself feel all these negative emotions once and a while.  I decided it was time to see a psychologist – one that specializes in disability and chronic health problems.

I’ve only had one session so far, but that one session made me realize just how much I’ve bottled it all up and just how much I need to let it all out.  Because living with a chronic illness is an endless grieving process, and sometimes it’s important to let myself feel the full impact of that.

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!