Two years ago I got a call that I wasn’t sure I’d ever get in my lifetime. The call was from the doctors at the National Institute of Health telling me how they found the gene that causes my dwarfism.
Getting that call was such a big deal to me because it meant that what I set out to do years prior, by being the first person to enter my DNA into the database, had finally paid off. It meant me starting my blog, because there was NOTHING else on the internet at that time that talked about my dwarfism. It meant me sharing my life with the world, in hopes that one day it would mean something.
When I think back to when we were at the hospital and I was doing the tests. I remember laying in the hospital bed as we retold my life to the doctors and I remember thinking “Wow, I was blessed with an amazing support system growing up.”
I had a mom and dad who taught me so much including the value of hard work, never giving up, and fighting for what you believe in. I had four siblings who treated me like their little sister not like someone who “was different.” I had grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins who all watched out for me and who advocated for me. Friends who have supported me. I had an AMAZING support system and I still do.
So “my reason why” is because I am here to inspire people, to help brighten their day, to advocate for my dwarfism and to share with the world my story.