You comfort me when I’m sad. You make me laugh when it’s all wrong. You hold me up when I can’t stand and you pick me up when I fall down. The problem is, you aren’t him.
Guys, seriously…you can’t reblog just one of my posts…you reblog everything under the sun but I girl who is dying needs help…please. Help her.
I dont typically reblog posts because of a “pure” decision I made in the very beginning. However, my last post is extremely important. I DO NOT give money online but this one came with a link to a legit site so I made sure to donate to her cause. She is only at 9000 when she needs 50,000. Please please please give to this girl for her surgery and pass this along. It is an easy process that can change this girls life forever.
This is my fifteen year old sister, Hannah. She has a cyst on her pineal gland, which is in the middle of her brain. (From what I understand, a cyst is like a tumor but filled with liquid.) We’ve known about it for about two years, and it constantly gives her horrific headaches, that can last weeks. Her vision is getting very bad because of it too, and so is her quality of life, she’s started fainting and had a couple seizures recently. Just last week we had a Skype conference with one of the two neurosurgeons, in the world, who would potentially perform the surgery to remove it. (A lot of people have trouble getting this surgery approved, but because Hannah’s is one of the largest cysts in one of the youngest patients, it was approved.) Praise God. The surgery will take place in June, but only if we can pay the $50,000. We really need help raising this money.
This is the link to the fundraising site.
Any amount helps.
Please keep her in your prayers.
Seriously guys, get on this. If my followers alone donated a dollar each it would make a huge difference. Please, you don’t know what this means to me, or Hannah, Natalie and Timmy for that matter.
Even if you can’t donate, reblogging helps too.
I have worked off and on all day doing homework and studying for finals. Still got so much to do. Man, come Wednesday imma be exhausted.
Dad talked to me last night. My car was acting funny so I pulled off at the exact same exit for the Rush concert in November. Then he told me to check my oil. I put some in and my car ran fine. :)
Thanks Dad. It’s good to hear from you. I love you.
It has been weeks since I’ve posted anything. Guess that’s what happens when you kill your laptop.
Well just a little update.
Jonathan and I are still wonderful.
My father has died and I miss him more than anything in this whole world.
My best friend is Jackson.
Music Ed is such an amazing experience.
This weekend is Easter.
That is all.
This is how you post things.
I could really go for some good ole TLC right now.
My desire to do ear training homework = none.
My desire to read for world lit and discuss the trickster tales and learn from other people = way too high to get anything else done.
I really fucked up…
I hope he comes home soon.
I hate hormones.
Stop making me a bitch and fucking with my relationship.
Then Dahlonega bound to love on the love of my life.
I can’t wait for an entire month together.
I can’t wait for Christmas. I’m sick of short conversations. I want some freaking time with my boyfriend.
It’s been a few days since I’ve let any of you know this…
I love Jonathan so freaking much. He completes me.
That is all.