As most of you know, back in July I was hospitalized for a hypoglycemic reaction. This has never before happened in my life, and was due to a culmination of a lot of factors. Long story short, the Peace Corps is being hyper vigilant about health care especially because of the recent death of a PCV in Morocco. They are now investigating the provision of healthcare to PCVs at various posts. In light of my 'incident', the Peace Corps has decided that the EC is no longer able to adequately support my medical needs as a diabetic with an insulin pump. I am being given the option of an Interrupted Service, meaning I could transfer to another post that is able to support diabetics on the pump.
As of right now, I don't know details about my different options. I don't know if this means I would have to go through training again, what countries can support me, what kind of programs there are, nothing. I have to wait to get a call from a placement officer. Depending on what options they give me, I'll decide how to move forward.
It may sound like I'm really calm, but I've had some time to process. I've gone through the tears, the swearing (anyone that knows me I only swear if I'm REALLY really mad). I'm still in a state of shock and disbelief. But after some heartfelt conversations with really good friends, I've realized that it's not the end of the world. I slowed down and took a breath. As hard as its going to be for me to leave my life in St. Kitts, I'm still better off than probably 90% of the people in this world (I'm just making numbers up here). I still have a place to live, a bed, food to eat, great family and friends. I have nothing to complain about in comparison to the hardships faced by the underpriveleged in this world. And I believe that hard times define who you are as a person. It's easy to be awesome when things are good. So pouting and crying won't change anything, it won't help me come back. I made my appeals, I called and emailed anyone and everyone that I could. I fought and didn't give up. So now I have to accept it and move on.
I realize that I have to remain open, because there are times when one path may seem to close off and you need to take another one. I think that one of the things I’ve learnt, more by accident than design, is to accept life's ambiguity and that you can’t plan where you’re going to be for the next 30 years of your life. I have to take whats in front of me and love that and see where that leads.
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