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I DID IT!!!

I cannot believe that as I write this I have completed all of the requirements for me to obtain my Masters Degree!

This moment means so much to me because I remember as a child, I always wanted to make my family proud. My biological mom & dad never even made it to college and here I am, a product of the two of them, receiving an advanced degree!

This past May (2018), I traveled to Washington DC and graduated with a Masters degree in Education & Human Development with a concentration in Organizational Leadership & Learning. I pray that I can continue to make a positive impact on this world and be an example for my family.

For the past 2 and a half years I have had to juggle school lectures, homework, group projects, presentations, commuting to work, working full time, managing a team of 7, remembering to eat, maintain relationships with friends/family & my (then) fiance. Now that the stress of school assignments is gone, I'm not quite sure what to do. I feel a bit anxious to be honest all while trying to convince myself this is real.

I hope my professors do not email me with bad news, I am waiting for my grades to post so I know its real. I have written down all the required assignments and all the assignments I turned in to ensure that we are all on the same page! Perhaps when I put on the graduation garb they sent in the mail, I will know its real. Maybe when I pass out the tickets to my support system to attend all of the graduation festivities with me, I will know its real.

I do know that the little girl inside of me who was told by teachers that she had a learning disability (although never testing positive for any) is SCREAMING right now! I did it! I know for sure, that if I can, you can too!

You want to go back to school? Do it! You want to get certified in something your passionate about? Do it! You want to start that business? Do it! You are WORTH it.

I hope you are blessed as you read this and are motivated to go live out your dreams!

Remember to always fill your cup!

with love,

D

She has WHAT......?!

That's right. My secret is out! I have Sickle Cell Disease (SCD) also known as Sickle Cell Anemia. I am stepping out from the shadows into a role of active advocacy for Sickle Cell in order to help de-stigmatize the disease and bring awareness to the estimated 100,000 lives living with Sickle Cell in the USA.

This is my story and is dedicated to all lives affected by this disease.

It wasn't until after I was born that a few states began to implement testing for blood disorders including Sickle Cell Disease (SCD) due to the national recommendation. At the time of my birth, it was not required by my state and no one was aware that I had this genetic blood disorder. In fact, it wasn't found out until I was 2 years old. It has been reported that only since May 1, 2006 have ALL states been required and provided universal newborn screening for SCD despite the national recommendation to this effect in 1987.

Someone with sickle cell disease has both typical red blood cells (shaped like a doughnut) AND more abnormally formed red blood cells (shaped like a banana or a garden sickle). It is harder for those abnormally formed red blood cells to easily travel through blood veins and can often clump together, block the blood vessel, cause sever pain known as a sickle cell crisis and other harmful effects to the body.

Sickle Cell is a genetic (inherited) blood disorder passed down from parents to their children. If neither parents has the disease nor the trait, neither will the child. Someone can be born with the sickle cell trait if a parent is a carrier of that trait and someone can be born with the disease (like me) if the trait, or disease is present in either parent.

Both my mother and my father were carriers of the disease, meaning they both carried the sickle cell trait. When I inherited genes from both my mom and dad, I received a sickle cell trait gene from each of them, meaning I was born with the disease. It was unknown to everyone that the sickle cell trait was found on both sides of my family, that's the only way I could have been born with the disease (neither of my parents had the full disease). I was that 25% as depicted by the common punnett squares we see. Because I have the disease, regardless if my partner has this blood disorder or not, our children will carry the sickle cell trait!

After taking a trip to visit family in Denver, Colorado as a toddler, I got a bad case of Pneumonia and had to be taken to the hospital. This is when it was realized that I had SCD and probably shouldn't have gone to a place with such high altitude. High altitude can affect someone with SCD VERY negatively due to the lessened amount of oxygen and the lower amounts of oxygen in a persons blood. If someone has a blood disorder such as SCD especially, high altitudes can cause a person to go into crisis and could cause major organs to fail. Luckily I wasn't exhibiting any issues while on the trip visiting family. Once it was found out that I had sickle cell disease I was on Penicillin until the age of 5 and had quite a few more doctors appointments than other kids I knew growing up. It was normal for them to take 6-7 vials of my blood during visits to test and to study. As I got older, doctors called me a miracle. They hadn't met anyone with the full disease who was as healthy as I was...all the time. It was explained to me and family that people with SCD are regulars at the hospital, they come in often due to the severity and frequency of their crises. We were told that beds were always prepared and waiting for them, but when I came, no one remembered me - I had no bed with my name on it, and that was a good thing they said. I am blessed! I've only had one sickle cell pain crisis in my life and I will never forget it, I was 11 years old. It was the absolute worst, most severe, sharp, debilitating pain I have ever felt. This happens to people with SCD multiple times a week in some cases. I am blessed.

My TRUTH: I am extremely blessed to be as healthy as I am, people who know I have SCD often forget I have it...but this is still a disease that I have that can take it's toll at times. I'm afraid of making this blog post live! What about the potential outcome when I become pregnant?  Will I have a healthy pregnancy? What will my children experience when it comes to Sickle Cell? What will my partner say? What will their family say about me having SCD? Will people think differently of me? What impact could I possible make in the community? Will people accept me? Those are the things I wonder.

Often times individuals with sickle cell are highly taken care of as children, but then when they reach adulthood some aspects of care, access to care, added barriers are often experienced. There are people living with this disease who get mistreated by physicians, denied their medication at the pharmacy and may experience a lessened quality of life than they would prefer due to complications with their health living with sickle cell! BECAUSE I am able, I am an advocate! I am a Sickle Cell warrior and I want to help, so I am. Together we can find a cure.

Do you know anyone affected with the disease or trait? Will you share what you've learned?

with love,

D

The Towers

I believe in the power of storytelling so want to start back, where my story begins. The Geneva Towers in San Francisco!

The 20-story Geneva Towers buildings at 1001 Sunnydale Avenue were originally built in 1957 as a private apartment complex for middle income tenants, but because of its location in The City, the building didn't attract the renters it was meant for so eventually the towers became a public housing location. Growing up I've heard some pretty interesting remarks about the place I used to live with my birth mom. I don't fully remember the buildings, but I sense the outline of the structures as if I remember being there. The stories I've heard about The Towers only makes me appreciate how far I've come and the people God placed in my life that cared enough to make sure of my well-being.

Question:

“What do you remember about The Geneva Towers in SF?”

Responses: 

"The Towers was a scary place to visit and you NEVER visit after dark"

"It was the first housing project to have luxury when they first opened"....then...?!

"Potrero Hill and Geneva Towers were 2 of the worst places in the city in the 90's...where you didn't want to be if you wanted to stay safe"

"It was a common place for killings and drugs"

"People were always throwing things out the windows. Dirty diapers, trash, bottles, you name it"

"We called them the 'Terrible Towers'!"

"Low income, drugs, poverty, violence, I would always hear about someone getting jumped, beat up or shot in the towers and was told to stay away"

OMG I lived here!??

The Towers got so bad that the Federal Government took over the property and closed them down in 1995. The buildings were demolished by 600-pounds of explosives at 2:30pm on May 16th, 1998. According to KTVU channel 2 news on that day of implosion, people were excited to see the towers fall, one spectator said "it was the center of crime". Police were interviewed and said how horrible it was to respond to all the calls they received about the towers. Follow this link to see the news broadcast from that day: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XteYfeCIUj0">youtube.com/watch

I lived in The Towers with my mother and my older brother who suffered from Muscular Dysprophy and was wheelchair bound. Our mother would often leave us in the apartment alone, leaving my big brother in charge. She would sit me on the bed and tell me not to move, not to get off the bed for any reason. Even at 18-months old, I knew to obey those orders. Perhaps I was too scared to do otherwise. My aunt would often come by and take me back to her place for a while. She recalls, "I would come to the towers to pick you up to have you come visit with us. We would have to drive a different car over to the towers because we didn't want anyone to recognize us, the car or you. When I would come to get you, you would often be sitting on the bed alone, in nothing but a onesie with a hole at the crotch...sometimes you had on a diaper and sometimes not. It would break my heart to return you back to that place. You would scream, cry, kick and hit your mother when we brought you back. You never wanted to go back there!"

Eventually I left The Towers, I was saved and was given a second chance to thrive in a new environment. Stay tuned....

Have you ever been told that because of where you came from you'd be unable to pursue your dreams? Remember, your origin does not dictate your destination! Rise my brothers and sisters. Rise.

with love,

D.