a peek at us and an homage to Service men and women

 

Good morning everybody! I’m taking a break from sweet things and shifting focus for just a bit. Today I’m donating to the Wounded Warrior Project, and I urge all of you to visit this site as well. I’ve put in a request for a fundraising page with a link from my blog to continue this effort, and you’ll be the first to know if it’s approved and when that is in place!!

 

I tend to keep my blogging world and my home life so separate–except when I’m checking email with my four-year old pulling on my arm–that it seems contrary to this community we share, you and me.  Cuz you and me, we’re here together.

 


 

I’m pretty sure the reason for this divide between my bloglife and real life me is because my largest story is undoubtedly my twenty-year battle with severe illness. It feels so off-putting to share talk of disease with talk of cookies and marshmallows. Surely, you don’t want to hear about intestines and morphine when you visit me for icing. I spoke a little bit about my struggles with IVF HERE, and in that post I refer to THIS article in the Journal of General Internal Medicine that I wrote several years ago that gives a snapshot of my experience with illness, hospital stays, surgeries, death scares and ICU.  But through all of these health struggles, I’ve squeezed a life in there, too.  Grad school, cookie decorating, shooting pool.  I met and married my husband, Greg, and I even had our beautiful miracle, Maeve. But it’s this history in part that gave me a specific sensitivity to others that endure life altering attacks on their bodies.

 

 

While I’m proud of my husband for many things–his support while I wrote my book,  his patience as I stay up late working and get manic and stressed and snappy, and his guidance and comfort in dealing with my struggles generally–it’s my little secret that I love telling people “He’s in the army.” (That’s Greg below, in Iraq.)


 

It awes and humbles me to consider what character it takes to join the military. My husband, many of his and our dear friends, and so many in our family, his aunts and his cousins who have stories that bring a lump to my throat but are theirs to share, have that stunning character that compels them to risk sacrificing so much: Their comfort, their own choices, their families, even potentially their lives. In our household, we’ve been extraordinarily fortunate. My husband was deployed to Iraq shortly after we were married, but before we had Maeve, and aside from brief trips to the Middle East, he’s been in the States since, including the past year when he was mobilized. I rarely spoke of this mobilization, because to have your husband gone for a year and still come home most weekends doesn’t even register as a point of concern in comparison to what so many military families endure, all for the sake of the greater good.

Having experienced my own medical trauma that left me living daily with an altered body, I can’t fathom withstanding this agony in the presence of war and to such extremes. And anything we can do to mitigate that agony should be a necessity. While I’m admittedly composed of about 90 percent emotion and quick to cry, I embarrassingly well up every time I see any person in uniform.  That camouflage has a certain charisma. It speaks to so much more than a pattern, it speaks to the character of the person wearing it.

 

 

Thank you to my husband Greg, his family, our friends and every single member of the Armed Services for all you accomplish and risk every day!!

 

 

 

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Comments

  1. says

    I understand your emotions when you see a person in uniform. I work at a Veteran’s Home in California, and I see first hand what happens to some of these heroes later in life. It saddens me to realize that a lot of them end up alone with no one in their final days. I feel it is my job to make them as comfortable and happy as I can in their final home.

  2. says

    My husband was in Iraq for 5 years (he’s a UN doctor) so I know all too well what it’s like to only have him home a week at a time. Bravo to you for bringing attention to the very important Wounded Warriors Project and a big thank you to your husband for his service.

    P.S. The cookies are great as well!

  3. says

    Very well-written post and an excellent way to bring attention to the Wounded Warrior Project. My father served in the Cdn. military as did my Mom (wartime only for her). My husband has been retired from the forces for five years now and my son is currently serving. I understand your *little secret*. I have the utmost respect for all those who choose to serve and for the families that support them in that decision. It is not a life for everyone but everyone who chooses it should be admired, respected and supported by all of us.
    Your cookies are great and your little Maeve is precious.

  4. Alan says

    Meaghan, you’re an amazing writer and an amazing person. Thanks for sharing this post with the world. Sorry I haven’t been able to chime in as much on your tales of the newest book…

  5. says

    Megs, I’ve read your article a more than once. It always helps me to put things in perspective. As for Greg, give him a hug from my family, because he sacrifices SOOOOOOOOO much for us. And then, give yourself a hug tooo, because I know from experience it’s not easy to be on the other end of that deal either. We love ya, Megs, keep the awesome coming!

  6. meaghanmountford says

    Thank you all for your support and kind words, too! Sniffle sniffle, thank you Callye! Oh, Michelle, that is exactly the kind of sacrifice I think of when I well up… parting from babies for so long, I can’t even imagine. It’s incredibly difficult. Hoping for the best for your family!

  7. says

    This post is a great way to bring attention to the Wounded Warrior Project.Your husband, along with all the women and men in uniforms are heroes for keeping us safe.Wives and families are heroes also because they have to be away from their love ones and live in neddles hoping that they will be fine.I have a lot of respect for all those who choose to serve.

    PS: Little Maeve is so adorable

  8. says

    Oh i love this, a darling clever friend sent me a link to your blog, hello, greetings from a fellow Army wife, the Australian version. My husband is currently in Afghanistan, his 5th deployment, we have 4 children who just farewelled him back there to finish up this latest trip. Love Posie

    • meaghanmountford says

      Oh my goodness, Posie, FIVE deployments with four children? I’m sending all the best half way around the world! Those left keeping things together at home are equally amazing. :)

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