I’m sure this woman would trade “inspiring” for “old” in a heartbeat. I’m not going to use that word. I’m going to say that my life is changed because I read her story. I am PISSED off that this is her reality, but humbled that she is choosing to live as a warrior when I get in a snit about – well hell – about anything because nothing that I worry about compares. God bless you for sharing Kalyn’s story.
“My son was five weeks old when my legs gave out. We were at the hospital for his five week old well baby check-up when I collapsed in the hospital and dropped my baby on the floor. My legs gave out and I couldn’t pick up my son. That was my first sign of Chiari Malformation.”
My jaw dropped open, a vivid picture in my mind of the baby dropping. He’s fine – he’s seven years old now. But my friend, Kalyn Blacklock, is not. She has Type 2 Chiari Malformation, a rare disease. Her doctor gave her five years to live; that was two years ago.
Kalyn is a little spitfire, barely five feet tall and 98 pounds soaking wet, and she is on my bodybuilding team. Tattoos cover her shoulders and arms and she only has a little bit of hair she keeps in a ponytail at the…
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