Competition

When you have a chronic disease that’s hard to treat, you start to get competitive about health stuff (or maybe this is just me since I’m a naturally competitive person in strange areas). You tell me you had the stomach flu? Try having Crohn’s.
This weekend my brother officially beat me, with a ruptured bowel, infection, and partially collapsed lungs, and I don’t want to play this game anymore.

I think we compete with each other with triumphs but also with our tragedies. We think our pain doesn’t compare with someone else’s and therefore doesn’t deserve to be felt. But I’m taught over and over again that my life isn’t dependent on someone else’s experience. My tragedy is mine, and yours is yours, and both are awful.

Things are starting to get better for us. Josh is acting more like himself, but he still has a long way to go. And so many of you have gone out of your way to pray and extend encouragement and that makes a difference. We are not made to do this life on our own, and your support helps to make these experiences bearable.

I am reminded daily of the value of community and kindness and love. And even through terrible moments, I’m continually blessed by all of you.