Prologue: I just noticed that I never published this for the link-up! D'oh! Well, for those who are interested… here it is!
This week, Mama Kat asked us to elaborate on our six word memoir. Because I wrote six times six, I'll elaborate on each, or, since I'm feeling lazy, link you to another post that'll do the explaining for me! 🙂
I chose my six lines to represent semi-even spacing throughout my almost 34 years; looking now, I kind of wish I'd left out the divorce one, because I don't think it even deserves the weight I've given it here. It's WAAAAY down the list of important events, and doesn't even rank in the top ten any more.
Independence Day; welcome to the world!
I was born on the 4th of July. I was actually due on 7/7/77, but showed up on the holiday instead. (An interesting side note, Max was also due on 7/7, but had other plans)
He left me; divorced at 22
He proposed on my 19th birthday; we'd been dating for about 4 months. We were married when I was 20, even though I'd wanted several times in the months in between to call the whole thing off. This is what it came to in the end.
I'm told the words: “Kidney transplant”
I first got sick in Sept. 2000, and spent Feb. 2001 (plus some) in the hospital getting treatment for an autoimmune disease called Goodpasture's Syndrome. I gained 150 lbs in water weight when my kidneys shut down, and was put on dialysis as a “back-up plan” to allow my kidneys to recover. They didn't, and in July 2001 my doctor told me the words that would change the rest of my life.
High school crush, he's finally mine
The short version
Sweet baby boy, born so early
Max was born at 28 weeks. Here is his birth story.
Trying to find happily ever after
Dec. 10, 2006: The start of our happy ending
“Last week you chose a 6 word memoir to share…this week elaborate.
Tell us the story or thought process behind the sentence you wrote.”