Imogen Lily (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} imogen_lily) wrote,@ 2009-06-11 12:27:00 |
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my sister
My sister, Jess and me used to fight constantly when we were growing up, including some all out physical fights with hair pulling etc. There's a four year age gap between us and I'm the elder although we always said we were born the wrong way round. People always said we'd grow to love each other as we got other btu at times especially when we were teenagers neither of us believed it. But they were right me and my sis get on really well now. She's a lot happier now she's flied the family home. She's always been an explorer, I'm a home bird.
Anyway she's just finished university abut a week ago and now has to wait for her results, but we've all found out that Jess has a heart condition. it was only picked up by accident when she went for a check-up about an infection she had. It's not life threatening, but it's still scary as hell for me. She has a hole in her heart, about a centimetre. it won't kill her but she'll need to be careful. My sister is a very active person, she's obessed with dancing and that's her hobbit, she does Latin, jazz and ballroom as wella s goes to the gym, so she's pretty fit. She was born with a hole but no one has picked it up. Mum at first was really scared, as two years before I was born, she'd had a son, Ben, who was born with a heart defect and he'd died three days later, but we know it's not hereditary or realted so at least that's a relief.
The weird thing is after I graduated I was so stressed out between that and family problems that I got a string of virus which lead to me getting CFS/ME a few months later, and I've still got it and Jess joked she's have to trump that after she graduated, which I guess she has. The idea of Jess or mum dying terryifies me, even more so than my brothers or anyone else. I know she'll be fine but I sometimes cna't help worrying. We've had a lot of death in my father: my dad, my grandparents, aunts and uncles. I know Jess will be fine, and she's not someone would lets a little hole in her heart stop her from living, and I admire her for that but it reminds me I guess of hwo easy it is to take basic things, like your heath for granted. I know I did until I got ME.
This isn't meant to be morbid, just really thinking aloud and I figured I should update my journal sometime this century.
My sister, Jess and me used to fight constantly when we were growing up, including some all out physical fights with hair pulling etc. There's a four year age gap between us and I'm the elder although we always said we were born the wrong way round. People always said we'd grow to love each other as we got other btu at times especially when we were teenagers neither of us believed it. But they were right me and my sis get on really well now. She's a lot happier now she's flied the family home. She's always been an explorer, I'm a home bird.
Anyway she's just finished university abut a week ago and now has to wait for her results, but we've all found out that Jess has a heart condition. it was only picked up by accident when she went for a check-up about an infection she had. It's not life threatening, but it's still scary as hell for me. She has a hole in her heart, about a centimetre. it won't kill her but she'll need to be careful. My sister is a very active person, she's obessed with dancing and that's her hobbit, she does Latin, jazz and ballroom as wella s goes to the gym, so she's pretty fit. She was born with a hole but no one has picked it up. Mum at first was really scared, as two years before I was born, she'd had a son, Ben, who was born with a heart defect and he'd died three days later, but we know it's not hereditary or realted so at least that's a relief.
The weird thing is after I graduated I was so stressed out between that and family problems that I got a string of virus which lead to me getting CFS/ME a few months later, and I've still got it and Jess joked she's have to trump that after she graduated, which I guess she has. The idea of Jess or mum dying terryifies me, even more so than my brothers or anyone else. I know she'll be fine but I sometimes cna't help worrying. We've had a lot of death in my father: my dad, my grandparents, aunts and uncles. I know Jess will be fine, and she's not someone would lets a little hole in her heart stop her from living, and I admire her for that but it reminds me I guess of hwo easy it is to take basic things, like your heath for granted. I know I did until I got ME.
This isn't meant to be morbid, just really thinking aloud and I figured I should update my journal sometime this century.
