Just begining.....

I am not sure how good of a job I will do at this, but I am going to try. I guess the best place to start would be to sum up the begining of how I began my life here on this island.

I was not doing good things with my life at the time, and somehow received an offer for a job here on the island. This was in April of 2002. So I decided that I'd come, do the job, fulfill the contract, return home and get my life together with the money I had made.

My ticket was paid for, after missing the first flight (almost intentionally) I made it on another flight a few days later. I have never been good with geography, and thought I was going to a foreign country. The trip was long, and emotional, as I didn't know what to expect.

I arrived on Guam, didn't approve of the job I was brought her for, so therefore I voided my contract, and thus, lost my ticket back home. So I found another job on the island, made friends, withstood a few typhoons and earthquakes. Met my first Guam husband, and got pregnant with my now 6 year old.

Once I was pregnant with my son D, I wanted to go back home. I had a little taste of the horrible health care on the island, and didn't want to be pregnant and have a baby here. Also there was still no power a month after a super typhoon. So things worked out, and I was on my way home to VA.

I went to VA and spent the time of my pregnancy with my mom. My mom and I were never that close. But I have to say, I believe God put us together for that time for a reason. We bonded so much, and had such a great time together. Well I had my son in August of 2003, and decided I was going to come back to Guam to raise a family with my best friend.

So I returned with my 2 month old infant in the month of October. By the next September we were a family of 4 and not 3. We added another boy E, to our family. Things were pretty good with the simple island way of life, but it just wasn't enough. I couldn't stand the attitude of being where you are and never doing anything more with your life.

Around this same time we found out that D had some sort of developmental delay / disability. This started a journey... a journey through medical professionals that aren't proficient, adovocating for my child, and so many other things I will outline throughout this blog.