Some of my crafting friends and I play a little game. It is word bingo.
I am calling this month's game and have chosen words pertinent to my journey in life.
Interstitial Cystitis: Another one of my autoimmune disorders, characterized by pin sized ulcerations of the bladder, bleeding, pelvic pain (like getting kicked in the crotch). Before I was diagnosed, they kept treating me for a UTI and the symptoms would persist. I am on medication to prevent flare-ups now.
Adoption: Our son is adopted. We had trouble finding an agency. Seemed we had to be either both be Lutheran or both Catholic. There are no agencies to the east, just the lake. We couldn't afford a private adoption, so we applied through the state where religion and income are not a factor. This was 1981. The state selected through a lottery system and our name was pulled! Woo hoo! Then later, the state discontinued their healthy infant adoption program, so they placed the applicants with other agencies to be studied according to state guidelines. The agency would study three of their applicants before going on to a state applicant. That process took years. We were finally placed with Children's Service Society in Milwaukee in 84. We had to attend classes in Milwaukee (a two hour drive) every week for five weeks. We each also had to write a 20 page autobiography, followed by a personal interview. Our social worker argued our case as I was almost turned down because of my history of Crohn's Disease! We got Danny on December 18, 1985. He was 12 1/2 lbs because he was a preemie. Later we discovered he had cerebral palsy and were offered the option to "trade him in." NO!
Anyway, wonder if all new parents should go through this process!
18. University Hospital of Wisconsin: I spent three lovely summers there with Crohn's Disease from 1971 - 73. The old hospital had a beautiful lobby, but that is where it ended. Rooms were not air conditioned. Many died during a heat wave. Would also get all those nasty baby flies by my hospital bed. They were all over my pillow and this one dorky nurse just swatted the flies on my pillow. I didn't have a bath or shower. My cousin came and cleaned the tub down the hall so I could have a bath. I met many other young adults with various illnesses and formed friendships that were separated by death. The medical care was the best though and they were far advanced over my home town and that is why my doctor referred me there.