The challenge of the simple things – Lauren Gibilisco

Sometimes it’s doing the simple things in life that someone with Wolfram syndrome has trouble doing.

One morning last week my mom was going to work and she was going to drop me off at work. We were heading out the door when she remembered she didn’t put back on her wedding rings. She went into the office where she took them off last night. Well, they weren’t there. She then went into the kitchen to see if she had taken them off there. They weren’t there. Now she was starting to get frantic. She checked in the living room, the bathroom and the bedroom. They were not to be found. All this time I hear her rushing back and forth. So what could I do? Absolutely nothing. If I tried to help her look I would probably knock something off a counter and it would break and I would just cause her more problems. I felt so bad that I couldn’t help her. So I sat there and did the only thing that I could do. I started praying. I prayed to St. Anthony who is the patron saint of lost things. I asked for his help in helping my mom find her rings. She kept saying I know I took them off in the office. She sat in the office chair just feeling devastated. She looked around closely to everything in the room and finally said “I know where they are.” She then picked up a bottle of jewelry cleaner. Last night she put them in the solution to clean the rings. My mom was so happy now. I just whispered my thanks to St. Anthony.

I get really bored at home. My mom told me my sister was going out of town for several days and we get to keep Emmy, her dog. We were going to pick her up on Friday. That week I worked on Wednesday and Thursday. I was so excited to get her. Riding home my mom asked me if I wanted to hold her. I really wanted to but I was just so tired I had to sleep on the ride home. Then when we got home that night and I was still so tired that I had to go to bed right after supper. I still had Saturday and Sunday to enjoy her. Unfortunately they were no better. I was still tired and although I played with her some I couldn’t really enjoy her because of my fatigue. But there was one thing I could do that really helped out. Emmy is a very good dog and obeys commands except for when you say “come.” She thinks it’s a game and goes running around. Both my mom and dad have so much trouble catching her to put her in the kennel. I wish I could see what they look like but I can imagine from hearing them running around so out of breath. She will never let them catch her. So my mom yelled at me to sit down and call for Emmy. So I sat down and said “Emmy come here.” Emmy walked over to me and sat in my lap and I was able to pick her up so we could get her in the kennel. Emmy has always been that way for me. It’s like she knows I can’t see her so she makes it easy for me to get her. They always say dogs can sense things. So sometimes I guess it’s a blessing to be blind.