I have my Dad’s positive outlook.
No matter what is going on, I am able to find there is far more to be happy about than sad.
I have my Mom’s thirst to understand the “why”.
I don’t stop asking questions and researching until I feel a complete understanding. If what I learn doesn’t line up with my current treatment, thanks to her I am not afraid to mention it.
I have my sister’s kindness.
When people aren’t understanding of me or just plain old mess up, I am still nice to them. (If you aren’t understanding of me, however, she will not be nice or kind — she turns into a mother hen!)
I have my brother’s sense of humor.
I am able to laugh at the fact that two people strapped me to a table, stood it up, and proceeded to stare at me for 30 minutes. I am able to look at pictures of my nearly naked body covered in gold dust for a sweat test, and die laughing at how ridiculous my life with POTS is.
I have my Papa’s patience.
I’ll patiently wait for test results (but don’t push it), and I’ll let the new nurse get practice putting in an IV with me. I will do my exercises every single day, even when I don’t see progress. I will explain my illness over and over, calmly, even when met with skepticism.
I have my Grandma’s stubbornness.
I will not let POTS win.
I have a bit of my Momo’s what I’ll call “patient attitude”.
Even if I am sitting in a hospital bed with an IV full of drugs going in me and a pile of terrible test results… I’d rather act like we were out to lunch and chat about your job than acknowledge my illness.
I have my Momo’s evil eye.
When the nurses decide to not give me my medicine on time, they will shake in their boots when they see me.
I have my Pooh’s willfulness to do things I always have been able to.
If I really, really want to do something, I won’t let POTS stand in the way. If it means making myself more sick, that’s what I’ll do!
I have my fiance’s reasonableness in handling symptoms.
I lay down when I need to — no matter how much fun sitting upright sounds. I get to the hospital before things get bad — no matter how much more appealing lying on the bathroom floor is.
I have Emma’s hope.
Emma believes almost anything is possible if she wills it enough or says it enough. I feel the same way about getting better. As Emma would say, “Why don’t you just not be dizzy?”
I have the understanding, empathy, humbleness, and appreciation of life that comes from helping hundreds of people get through situations I will probably never find myself in.
I have my family’s strong work ethic.
I truly believe “there are no menial jobs, just menial attitudes.” No matter what I am doing, I try to do it the best I can. Just because things get difficult doesn’t mean I will be giving up.
I have my own determination.
All of the traits my family has shared with me has allowed me to see my determination through.
No matter how many roadblocks are thrown in my way, I will cope with them, handle them, and walk away smiling.