Hey there my friends,

   I can't thank you enough for the comments and prayers on the previous blog, it had me full of tears in my eyes from how much you all care for me. I am so thankful for you all and I want you to know that each prayer helps me in so many ways. I hope that you guys know how much it means to me, once I am not so tired, I will come by to see you all. I am praying for you all. I am blessed to know you all and  I love each of you with my heart. It means more to me then words could ever describe.

  I thank you for everything that you have done for me. I had gotten a private mail asking me about my left foot and what the story behind it is. I hope that by the time that this blog will explain that to you all. If you have any questions following this then feel free to ask me.

  I shall start it back from before I was born, I had an idiot of a doctor who decided to let me come through the birth canal even though my head was stuck. I had almost gotten stuck and almost died then, but God wanted me to live and I did. I was a slow developer growing up, everything was slow with me and my mom even had to wake me up to feed me. I had said my first word 'dad' when I was like a year old, I was looking out the window and I saw my grandpa coming up in his van and I had said 'dad'. I don't really remember it, but that is what I was told. Anyways, I had gone swimming at a public pool when I got older and took swimming lessons, I had started to walk on the inside of my left foot for I had some planter warts on them that was making it hard for me to walk around. I had gone through a lot of appointments and such

  I had gone to a special  class for I was terrified to start Kindergarten and I had started it the same year as my brother, Ryan.  Sometime in grade 3 or 4, I was placed into a special needs class with my learning disability. I know that you guys can't see that I have it, but I had fought to not let it get the best of me and I still do. 

  My parents had split when I was just finishing elementary school, I had found out that my mom was at the women's emergency shelter to get away from him, it wasn't a pleasant place to be at. I am not to sure how we got the house back from my dad, but when he left he took a lot of things that he wasn't supposed too. Anyways, I had seen quiet a few specialists at the hospital and such. I had meet one that recommend that I have the surgery done, my mom didn't want to have it done, I didn't want it either, but my father forced my mom to have it. Anyways, I had three surgeries done during my first year of junior high.  I still haven't had a diagnosis of what disability I have. I had missed a lot of school, because of the appointments and surgeries.

  Well the foot was bothering me pretty badly that it made it impossible to get around. I had prayed for an answer and had gone to see someone at the hospital, it was really hurting me by then. The doctor could tell that I was in pain, so she had sent me to see a foot specialist. That foot specialist was stuck on what to do, so I had gotten referred over to Dr. Le. After he had gotten my papers and looked them over which is super thicl, he decided that surgery was the best option for nothing else would work. I had prayed about it and decided to try it for I didn't know what else I had to lose and I was diagnosed with cerebral palsy. 

  So basically this is the tale about my left foot, if you have any questions please feel free to ask them and I will try to answer them as best as I can. I love you all so much.

God bless you,

Megan