Since I was a wee lad…..I have always had a love of art (for some reason I love saying that, maybe its the influence of St. Patty’s day on Monday..lol). Painting specifically was something I absolutely loved to do. I took art classes all four years in high school and I remember I would sit in our kitchen and paint for hours after school. I still remember entering my work in an annual art show and although I didn’t think anything would come of it, I won 3rd place. It was a really exciting moment and I still remember it to this day. Especially since I wasn’t a very sporty person and goodness knows I never brought home any field day ribbons. 😉 I guess this was my way to shine. Fast forward about twenty years (give or take), college, jobs, two kids, etc etc. and yes I had been negectling one of the things I most loved to do. It took a few recent hardships and an illness to be introspective, reflect and motivate me to once again pick up a brush. Since beginning to paint again almost two years ago it has been very therapeutic. It is a way to express myself, be creative and to inspire (if only myself). When I paint I feel connected to my parents who have past, as it was my dad who bought me my first paint set and easel in high school and always loved my paintings. My mom who thought I could do anything and even if it wasn’t good she would always give me words of encouragement and love. That is probably why I feel inspired to paint angels as I feel them surrounding me everyday and I know they watching over our family. I often think of things that my mom might say to me when I paint and it encourages me to paint beauty and positive messages. With much encouragement from friends and family I am continuing my passion and painting as often as possible and recently had a a great thing happen. Although it wasn’t anything elaborate I recently put my work on display in an art gallery in Prescott called Textiles and Textures. It was amazing to show my work, and a little scary and vulnerable. The response has been great! I still haven’t reached total confidence as I still have that feeling people are “just being nice” when they compliment my art but I know that confidence will come in time.
My Gallery Display! Hoorah!!
The main thing I’ve learned through all this is that you never know what life has in store next and if you have a dream, GO FOR IT. You will never regret it. As for me I’ll keep on painting and sharing my crazy adventurous journey and life along the way.
Ok, yes for some reason every time I think of the word Hashimoto’s, I think of the song Mr. Roboto from the Styx. I’m sure it’s the Japanese connection. I also get hungry for Sushi so go figure. LOL Going back over five months ago and I had never even heard of that word. As a matter of fact when the Dr said it, I kinda laughed like he was making a joke. “You have a disease called Hashimoto’s”… “Oh really ha ha ha. Now really what is going on?”. He said you have the highest TSH I have seen in 30 years of being a Dr. He said it is so lucky we caught it today or you could have went into a coma and the mortality rate is really high from a Myxedema coma. WOW, so If I wouldn’t have forced myself to go to the ER that day everything could have been much different.
Well, now that I knew what was wrong I thought I would take the little thyroid pill and it would all be better but it was far from that easy. I have found that there are so many other things that go along with this disease like aches, pains, fatigue, headaches, rashes, migraines, weight gain, gluten intolerance, hair loss, possibility of other autoimmune diseases like Lupus and too many more to list. You know all the FUN stuff. LOL I came close to giving up many times but I know that I need to be here for my family and make their life complete. So I am pulling out all the stops. I went gluten-free, I researched the heck out of the disease, I am taking all the supplements recommended by the Dr, exercising, and trying to remain as positive as can be. It sure is hard some days as we are all tested by life’s drama etc. But I know that I want my time here on this fantastic place to be lived to the fullest. I have seen several members of our family pass on too young, including both of my parents. You really just never know what could happen at any given day.
I’m taking a few months off work to get my health back in order. Getting back to doing things I love like painting and you will also see that we travel a lot, follow Jimmy Buffett as avid Parrotheads and spend our time “livin it up” We may die broke but we will have a lived a full life with lots of love, travel, and good memories. To anyone out there struggling with chronic illnesses or really anything in life just try to keep your head up and keep truckin, its hard but you can do it. Heres to good health and positive vibes to everyone and to beating the heck out of this autoimmune disease.
I’m Kilroy, Kilroy, Kilroy, Kilroy….. 😉
Peace and Love
In the car driving to California, so excited because I LOVE, LOVE Disney and I am super dooper grateful we are going. It’s the freaking happiest place on earth, what’s not to love about it. However, it’s the drive there that usually puts me into a downward spiral of crazy that only Disney can cure. I love my kids and love being with them but there’s something maddening about being cramped in a car together for 6 hours with no escape. So far I’ve heard screaming, fighting, a few hundred “are we there yets”, “I need a drink”, “I have to go potty”, “the movie isn’t working”, “he’s wiping his snot on me” and many more famous kid backseat quotes. I considered pressing my face against the window and yelling help to the truck drivers but i don’t want anyone to think I’ve been kidnapped. After all I willingly put myself in this situation in a quest to make my little angels happy. I now fully get the famous Clark Griswold meltdown and why he punched the freakin moose when Wally World was closed. If we get to Disney and it is closed I’m busting a cap on a mouse and his whiney girlfriend. Oh dear God here goes the screaming and complaining again as I type this post. They have gone backseat cray cray and we still have another hour in the car. Well, as Clark Griswold said “this is no longer a vacation. It’s a quest. It’s a quest for fun. You’re gonna have fun, and I’m gonna have fun… We’re all gonna have so much freakin fun we’re gonna need plastic surgery to remove our goddamn smiles”. I’m on a pilgrimage to see a mouse, PRAISE MICKEY MOUSE. Where’s the Advil!!!! By the way, I love my family. I wouldn’t want anyone else in the world to drive me to the batsh&t crazy. 🙂