Monday, August 5, 2013

Jaimi gave me hope. Something I had lost

Jaimi & Me
 Cindi Hopper, Columnist,
Jaimi and Me

Of all the things I had to inherit from my father, bad veins had to be the worst thing he could have given me. I certainly was hoping for some secret stock or bonds that no one knew about that matured when I reached the age of 21 or maybe 35. Or maybe a nice lake house on Lake Lanier with a boat dock and boat.  Never in my wildest imagination was I prepared when I was told at the ripe old age of 30 that I would always have a problem with blood flow.

Of course at that time, I didn’t think I would ever have the problems I have now and be requiring an IV all the time either. So a big shout-out to Dad, Thanks, first and foremost.

It seems tiny veins run in our family. My aunt Christine, dads sister, bless her heart (we say that a LOT in the south) had a horrible time getting “stuck” and also my cousins on that side of the family as I found out later too suffered with the same condition. I have wondered many times if this is related to or has amplified our auto-immune disorders.