Triggers

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Grief doesn’t go away

it doesn’t disappear.

People say things

that cause a reaction out of us.

“God will never give you more than you can handle”

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You can have another baby”

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It wasn’t your fault”

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You can move on”

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Grieving is a process,

and goes deeper than those five stages.

Sometimes it just so happens,

that  those triggers

may never disappear.

Image by: The Hope Line

©2016 Sheridan Johnson @Journey with the Johnsons. All Rights Reserved.

1 year blogversary!!

1 year Anniversary

One year has come and gone sine I joined the WordPress team!

I actually wrote my very first blog Feb 10, 2014 and you can find it here.

I didn’t know what to expect when I made the sudden change.

I decided 2015 was going to be the year I took blogging seriously.

YOU GUYS (my awesome followers) have been AMAZING to  me.

You have lifted me up, gave me confidence, and I finally learned my own voice.

I have passions I never knew I had, hopes, and dreams that I never would have thought of.

I have over 220 followers that actually want to read MY content, that’s crazy!!

Some more stats: Over 300 posts written, almost 10,000 page views, and over 4,600 visitors!

Thank you so much for literally sticking around and growing with me!

Let’s make year 2 one for the books!! ♥

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1 YEAR, 12 MONTHS, 365 DAYS, 8760 HOURS, 525,600 MINUTES, 31,536,000 SECONDS

That’s how much time has passed since Rochelle has passed away.  It’s crazy to think that I have made it to this point in my life, and in my grieving process.

In the beginning of this journey, I went through some pretty tough times accepting what all truly happened.  I didn’t know how I could have grasped everything that occurred, in such a short amount of time.  It wasn’t until I sat down and typed everything up with what truly happened in the moments after her death, that I had to stop and think about how I was feeling.

I had a lot of anger that just harbored within, and at that time I got rid of some much stuff (I still regret giving everything away, some stuff I definitely could have kept)! I didn’t want to see anything that had Rochelle’s name written on it, and I wanted it gone. I was hurt, and in a lot of pain.  It took me time to actually go through all of her items, and keep only the special ones.  I could feel myself falling deeper into a hole around the three month mark.  I had very poor self esteem, and I just didn’t think anything good/positive.  I remember having to just pull it together for Brielle’s 2nd birthday party.  I tried so hard to be “in the moment” but I just couldn’t. I remember the guilt kicking in, around month seven, and I was hurting so much.

It wasn’t until month eight, that I could see myself turning my negative outlook around, and appreciating everything that God had given us.  I loved that I wrote my farewell letter to her through poetry. She was my inspiration to explore deeper and profound feelings for my love of writing.

Somehow, I got the sign I longed for, and that was for God to give me hope again.  To listen to myself and my heart, and do that I truly love to do.  I started peak an interest in photography, and I loved celebrating her first birthday, and being able to capture it. I loved knowing that she was celebrating with Jesus, among all  people, and her brother Lamar.  The only word that I could find to describe that feeling is pure magic.

I believe I am a place right now, that I would have never thought possible, just one short year ago.  I have many downs, but a lot of ups as well, and with God, family, and friends, we have somehow made it to this day, a year later, January 7th, 2016.  Please continue to pray for healing and growth with our family, and that we continue to share Rochelle’s journey, for a lifetime to come.

Here are some of my favorite pictures, ever.

 

R.I.P our sweet sweet Angel Rochelle Elaine Johnson

November 06, 2014- January 07, 2015.

©2016 Sheridan Johnson @Journey with the Johnsons. All Rights Reserved.

 

Deeper than the diagnosis-Guest post

Deeper than the diagnosis-Guest post

I am so happy to introduce you all to my guest-blogger! The family I used to Nanny for, has always mentioned this mama to me.  They bring her up, and all they can do, is smile.  She embodies strength, love, compassion and faith. I couldn’t wait to meet her, and when we did, everything they had said about her was 100% true.

Marty has a daughter named Caseycaseybirth

and blogs about her here.  Casey’s life and journey has been anything but easy but she has the strength and will to keep fighting every day.  Here is a little background about Casey from her website:casey

The official diagnosis of HIE (Hypoxic Ischemic Encephalopathy) was given. Casey has many side effects/complications. Casey has Quadriplegia CP (Cerebral Palsy). Casey’s CP is a stiffness in her arms and legs. The stiffness in her legs has lead to a deformation in her feet as well as a dislocation of both hips. The stiffness in her hands lead to cortical thumbs (pointing inward). Her arms are much looser than her legs, but still very stiff. In addition to CP, Casey also has a lot of her basic reflexes missing. Casey is not able to suck, swallow, gag nor blink. Without the ability to swallow Casey’s air way is in constant risk. Suction equipment is needed to remove secretions, and anything else in her mouth/throat, in order for her to breath. Also, without the ability to swallow Casey can not eat by mouth. All of Casey’s nutrients and calories come in liquid form through a G-Tube. Without the ability to blink, eye safety is another issue. Moisture is supplied often with drops and lube, and Casey’s eyes have to be covered when there is high risk for foreign objects near the eye. Casey also has moderate hearing and vision loss. She is legally blind, but the eye doctors believe with help she can eventually see. Her eyes work, she is just not able to comprehend everything she sees. The same can be said for her hearing. She hears some, and with hearing aids she hears a little better, but the loss is more about her brain not comprehending the sounds than it is about her ears not working.

I reached out to Marty, shortly after meeting her, her husband Tim, and Casey, I wanted to see if she could describe what life is like to everyone else to constantly “worry/stress” about Casey’s life/condition.  Here is her response:

My daughter, Casey, has MANY medical issues. Her condition is considered degenerative (getting worse over time). While her personality is bigger every day, her body is slowly (sometimes quickly) failing. Her list of diagnoses grows and grows. Some of the diagnoses are serious and we do lose a lot of sleep over them and others are much easier to handle.

As Casey grows her lungs are getting weaker. She needs oxygen most of the time, where even just 6 months ago she rarely ever needed it. Putting a nasal cannula on is easy, but what this signifies is very hard to accept. I know that her needing more oxygen means her lungs are getting worse. Her bones are very brittle and she breaks very easily. The bigger she gets the harder it is to move her and position her and she is at higher risk for more breaks. She has skin issues as well that increase as she grows. Her seizure activity and her GI issues are more complex each day.

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We have been on borrowed time since Casey was born; this is something we have been reminded of often. We have talked with her many specialists about what our future holds. We know her lungs will fail, we know her GI system will fail, we know her seizures will worsen, we know her body deformities will add to the internal systems failing and will eventually cause her pain.

For some people the end is quick. They may get sick and then in weeks or months it worsens and that’s the end. For some they may have a catastrophic event- a heart attack, a stroke, a big seizure. For others, like Casey, it’s a slow progression that started the day she was born. Some major illnesses speed up the progression, while some of her treatments may slow it down. We are very aware every single day that our daughter is dying. This takes a toll on a person.

On Casey’s good days we do everything we can to fill the day with things we know she enjoys. On bad days, we do our best to comfort her and to let her know she is loved. On bad days, especially when we seem to have many of them, we can’t help but wonder if our time is running out. In the back of our minds we are always preparing for the end. What will it look like, how can we be sure she is not hurting or scared, will we know when it’s time for us to let her go?

Being part of the special needs community has many rewards. I get to meet so many amazing people.

One big down side however, is the loss. It never gets easier to watch someone lose their child. There are some children that remind me of my own, these losses are very hard and are very real reminders that at any day it could be my child.

My husband is my rock. He and I share our hopes and fears for our daughter. Some days are really hard. We kind of take turns pulling each other back up. I cannot imagine going through this without him. We have amazing friends and family that support Casey (and us). On bad days I may not return calls, or I may be a bit of a downer. Our support system never leaves our side or takes it personal if I disappear for a little while.

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I have lost a few friends and we have grown apart from some family over the years. It hurts when relationships end, but the relationships that have remained and the new relationships that have grown are REAL. I know that the people in my life right now are in it for the long haul. I value the relationships I have in my life so much and I am so thankful for our amazing support system.

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My priorities in life have changed a lot since Casey was born. I used to care about clothes, vacations, nice cars, and a lot of material things. I don’t care about any of that anymore. Now I care about the people in my life. Mostly, I care about Casey and making sure that she knows how much she is loved every single moment. The life I live now is not at all the life I pictured for myself. It is full life, and a happy life, just a very different life than I had planned.

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