One more anniversary

Today is my 17th anniversary…

17 years ago, I started working for the company I was dreaming of working for.

It’s a cliché I know but in my case its true!

I studied hotel management and had my eyes on a specific company, one year after graduating, I was applying at one of their new hotel.

Plenty of interviews later, I was in!

17 years today 🙂

How many people these days can say that?

In my first few months, I met my now husband!

I also met my sister-in-spirit and Emily’s godmother!

Within a couple of years we owned a house, had Emily and were married.

Jon and I made the decision to concentrate on my career as he always said he would find work anywhere.

I learned a lot and moved my family 3 times over the last 17 years.

Jon did what he said he would do!

He took care of us, got us settled in, found services for Emily and once we were all good, found work!

How funny is it that the company I was day dreaming about in college has not only giving me a great career, it has allowed me to meet my husband, start a family and traveled a little.

Here is to the next 17 years….




14th Anniversary

Yesterday was our 15th Wedding anniversary!

Today is the 14th anniversary of Emily’s diagnosis.

Even if I wanted to forget today’s date I can’t!

14 years ago, when we celebrated our first wedding anniversary, we were still waiting for Emily’s blood work.  We had received all the other test results.

We knew something was not quite right with the white matter in her brain.  We needed a MRI to confirm exactly what was going on.

As per Wikipedia,

White matter is one of the two components of the central nervous system and consists mostly of glial cells and myelinated axonsthat transmit signals from one region of the cerebrum to another and between the cerebrum and lower brain centers. 

White matter, long thought to be passive tissue, actively affects how the brain learns and functions. Whilst grey matter is primarily associated with processing and cognition, white matter modulates the distribution of action potentials, acting as a relay and coordinating communication between different brain regions.[1]


We had appointments the following week with Physio and Occupational therapist to start a therapy plan.

We needed to see an orthopedic surgeon  and many more doctors…

We celebrated our first anniversary knowing that it could all fall apart.  Wondering what was wrong with Emily’s brain.  Worrying about our future.

14 years ago on this day, Jon and I went to work while mom kept Emily home.  She was visiting us for the week to allow us to go out for dinner on our anniversary.


Mom called me at some point during the day to tell me that Emily’s neurologist had called home looking for us and would call back around 6pm.

Jon and I knew it had to be the DNA testing… we figured that they had found something…

That afternoon didn’t go by fast enough, I couldn’t concentrate, I wanted to go home.

Once home, we waited for the phone to ring…

It rang.

I talk about the call in this post: the phone calls that changes my perspectives on life

October 6, 1999 – Call #3

We got the call after work, the genetic testing results were in.  Emily has the Cri Du Chat Syndrome, she is missing part of her 5th chromosome…  Jon and I are on the phone, listening to the doctor but I can’t hear anything, I am getting words here and there but my brain is numb, my stomach hurt, it feels like I have been stabbed (not that I know what being stab feels like but it can’t hurt more than what I was feeling at the time!)  I asked only one question, “Does it means that she is handicapped?”  The answer : “Yes, permanently and severely”

I was destroyed, lying on my bedroom floor crying…  my mom was visiting that week, she brought Emily to me and told me that regardless of what that phone call was about, that Emily was still my baby girl, she was the same little girl from before the call and that now we would know how to help her!  I LOVE MY MOM!!!


Today’s anniversary is about the worst and best day of my life.  It’s all jumbled together.

The Worst:  The hurt and pain of knowing that my baby would never have a “normal” life.  She will forever struggle!  She will forever be different.  I had to mourn the baby I thought I had, I had to give up on dreams and hopes.

You can read more about these feelings in one of my most “liked” post: Afternoon Tea in Bermudas

The Best:  The relief of having a diagnosis.  The weight that is suddenly lifted from your stomach.  You can breathe again for the first time in months.  There is nothing that can compare to the unknown.  Not knowing is harder than knowing.  Knowing allows you to look forward and start planning for therapy.  Knowing allows you to get to know your baby all over again!

Here she is, our Emily, a couple of days before her diagnosis.