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Young Couple Needs Tumblr’s Help

Okay, so I don’t post things very often on here, but I’m really asking for help. I have a couple friends who are very close to my heart, who have recently went through a lot of tragedy. 

Mindy and Dean got married in 2011, and in October 2012 discovered that he had a soccer sized tumor in his abdomen. He was rushed into surgery and they were able to get the majority of it out. He still has hundreds of metastases that is being treated by chemo for a minimum of 5 years.  Before starting chemo, though, they started IVF, so that they could start their family!

In November of 2013, they found out that they were pregnant! With twins! 6 months into her pregnancy, Mindy developed a severe complication with the pregnancy. Kidneys and liver started to fail and the only option was delivery. Her daughter was too small to survive outside the womb, and passed away shortly after being born. Addison Louise was 10 oz., 9 1/2 inches long. Her brother, Aiden Edward was immediately rushed to the NICU. He was 1 pound, 3 oz. and 11 1/2 inches long. Aiden struggled for four days, with blood transfusions multiple times a day, while mom endured pneumonia. Around day 8, he developed an overwhelming infection that doctor’s said he was not going to survive from. 

After Dean’s surgery, IVF, and the loss of their twins, the outstanding medical bills, plus the deductible that they need by January 1 to fill Dean’s medication for his ongoing chemo, comes out to around $15,000. 

They have now reached the point that they need help, and I know that the Tumblr community has done some amazing things for people, so I am asking for your help. They have gone to Facebook, local news stations, and I thought that after all the amazing things I see the Tumblr community doing for people, that I could help too. Anything at all that you can do would be so appreciated. I am going to include the links to their video and fundraising site. 

Thank you guys so much, I know it will mean a lot. <3

I’ve come to believe that happiness, like beauty, is a relative term. What someone else defines as beautiful varies from person to person and I’ve noticed that happiness us the same.

For example, I think a new leather-bound journal is beautiful. I think handwritten letters and green eyes are beautiful, yet not everyone would agree.

And while we’re on the subject of beauty, am I the only person who finds some things tragically or morbidly beautiful? Like fall leaves. It’s as if, in their death, everyone appreciates them. Yet they are still dying. Or sunsets. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I think sunsets are both depressing yet beautiful. “The death of another day, miserably masquerading as something beautiful,” I believe I phrased it.

Other things I find tragically (or more accurately, “morbidly”) beautiful:

Cemeteries, with their bleached headstones and their perfectly manicured lawns. And the flowers and mourning wives, husbands, children. There is a morbid beauty in remembrance.

Also, hospitals. The only place where people come to be born, heal, and die.

And winter. An entire season dedicated to death. And yet we, as humans, thrive in its white, chocking, strangling, suffocating, chilly beauty.

I digress.

Happiness. Relative. That’s what I was getting at.

I’ve been thinking a lot about happiness lately. Whether I am or not; what makes me happy now; what I envision for myself 50 years from now, in the way of happiness.

Things that make me happy right now:

New shoes
Work, in a way
My family
Spring rains

Looking at that list, I can’t decide if I am materialistic or normal.

Pick your battles, I suppose.

As for actually BEING happy, I am undecidedly leaning towards not. I find not in the things on the aforementioned list, but I wouldn’t say I’m happy. I actually wouldn’t even classify myself as content. I am… Getting by, on the struggling side of things. I struggle to pay my bills, I struggle with my job, I struggle with anxiety.

"Struggling" seems to be an accurate word to describe my life currently.

I laugh easily and frequently, yet I’m just not sure anymore.

To brighter futures.

Depression is not something you can control with medicine or diet or exercise like other things. Sometimes it rears its ugly goddamn head and all you can do is cope with it and do the best you can. And that’s all we can expect from you. And we will love you no matter what. We will love you because of your flaws, not in spite of them. Because they’re what makes you beautiful.

Words always fail me when I need them most. My tongue stumbles over my vowels and consonants. Putting pen to paper seems to be the only way to say what I mean these days and even then the words aren’t adequate.

I really can’t describe how much music means to me.

For most people, music is just something to fill the silence. Something pleasant to play in your car on your way to work.

But for people like me, it’s different.

It is the chill down my spine when a chord progression is particularly strong.

It is the way tears come to my eyes when a lyric hits me hard.

I feel music in my bones.

It is firecrackers and snowflakes, like Christmas in July.

It’s the reason I wake up every morning and remember to breathe.

So never say it’s “just music”.

It has NEVER been “just music” to me.

I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.

Last night, I was was laying in bed crying, and my cat came up and laid next to me on the pillow. I put my hand on his side, for comfort, trying to pull myself together. He looked me directly in the eye, put his paw on my chin and we just laid there like that for awhile. It was like he was reassuring me that he’s here, and that together we’ll make it through.

I really don’t know what I’d do without him. <3

Cats >

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