Nine Decades
When I was diagnosed with congenital heart disease and pulmonary hypertension, I was nine months old. My parents were told by my doctors at the time that I may not make it to my first birthday (yikes, that was only three more months to possibly live??), or I might live until 50. They had no idea, and really, the only person who does know is the Good Lord above. So far, He has allowed me to see 37 years, and I am incredibly thankful for that! I happen to be one of those people who will be EXCITED to turn 50, because it would just prove that doctors don't always know everything! What is totally awesome to me is that there are people who live such long lives, and I can only pray that God will allow me to be around when I'm a ripe old age. My grandma is one of those who keeps aging, and she's doing pretty well, I might add! Last month, she turned 90. Ninety!! I can't believe it....and when I called to wish her a most Happy Birthday, she told me she couldn't believe it...