In one month it will be five years ago that I was bitten by a mosquito and my life (and subsequently my families life) would change dramatically.
Five years is an important number for West Nile Survivors. Five years means, it is what it is. Most recovery and healing takes place in that five years and where you are in five years is pretty much..... where you are. Or so I've been told....
I refuse to be a statistic. I refuse to follow the crowd. Where I am in five years isn't good enough. Sure! It's a lot better than where I was three years ago but it's still not good enough.
In about a month and a half the tri-athalon (click on tri-athalon) is coming up. If you've been following my blog for any amount of time (more than a year) than you will know that each year my family participates in a tri and I have so desperately wanted to join them.
Well, this year is my year! I raise my fist high up in the air and shout out! I will be in the tri and even if I come in dead last and have to walk instead of run or cross the finish line crawling on my hands and knees, I will do it! I will do it for all of us West Nile Survivor's. We are survivors. We are fighters. We WILL beat this!