I'll try not to make this to lengthy but i want to atleast hit the high points. When I was one year old , I was diagnosed with T-cell lymphoma . I was treated with radiation  and at that time an experimental type of chemo, I was treated for a couple of years. After treatment the doctors could find no signs of the cancer, and have never since. Side note , the treatment was meant to run for a 5 year period, for whatever reason my parents decided to stop my treatments early. Fast forward to my later years, pretty normal childhood , I guess. My late teens early 20's I started to get into a little more trouble than I probably should have and partied a little to much, some would say. When I was 21 after a weekend of late nights with friends, I woke up and noticed my legs were swollen. This had never happened before so I had no clue what it could be, I tried walking up our flight of stairs in our home. I could barely make it to the top and I was completely out of breath. That had also never happened, so I knew it was time to go get this checked out. This is when I was first diagnosed with Congestive Heart Failure, very scary sounding and rightfully so. Without going into to much detail it's when your heart isn't able to pump out as much blood as it should, and you start to hold fluid in your extremities and around your heart. This was a shock at such a young age, so it took some time to adjust. Doctors were able to keep me pretty much stable with medications for about 17 years. Of course, there were some ups and downs in there physically and mentally, but that's a whole story on its own. Fast forward again, I'm 38 years old married and have two beautiful young boys. This is the year my medications basically stop working, I'm told I will need a heart transplant and it could be soon or it could take some more years. Well, that was decided fairly quick because a few months later I was in the hospital getting my new heart. At the moment of starting this blog I am 8 months post-transplant. I'll catch you up those 8 months in my first blog post, because those were some of the roughest months of my life, definitely worthy of a post.

If there is any part of my history anyone would like to hear about, please don't hesitate to ask. I'm happy to go deeper into my past years, and theres plenty there to go into. My whole initial goal with starting this blog I think is to provide any kind of help to others who may be going through tough things. Or for anyone who is just interested for whatever reason. I also plan for this to be in a way therapeutic for me, I'm normally a very keep things to myself person. But when I'm putting in on paper or a screen it tends to come out a little easier.