I sincerely apologize for my recent absence from this blog. My copyedited manuscript was due back to the publisher today, and I spent the last week hunkered down with it and hiding from all my obligations, including a couple hundred Christmas cards and ten little cousins to buy gifts for.
And so I abandoned my work here for the moment, but managed to check in once or twice a day on my nascent Twitter account. I’ve only been tweeting for a month or two, and I’m still trying to figure out the jargon and how to talk like the cool kids. For a while, I was one of the Twitter Eye Rollers (as in, way too busy for THAT time suck), and now that I have dipped my toes in its waters, I find I am already an ambassador for it, explaining to my husband’s work acquaintances or the other moms at pre-K dropoff what it’s all about. Trust me, I don’t really know. But I have already come to understand that Twitter can be a first-line source of most useful information, and a way to be part of something larger than yourself.
Some of the mother/writers that I follow on Twitter started ending all their tweets with “#prayersforanissa” last week. My first instinct was: I don’t know who Anissa is, I don’t need to, following this clique is not a good use of my time. But eventually, my curiosity got the better of me. I clicked on Anissa’s name, and found there a story that could stop your heart.
Anissa Mayhew is a 35-year-old mother of three, a funny cool and bad-ass woman who blogs about her family life and in particular her daughter Peyton’s battle with leukemia as a toddler. Anissa’s family just celebrated the one-year anniversary of Peyton’s last chemo.
On November 17th, Anissa called her husband from a restaurant to say she wasn’t feeling right and they were calling an ambulance. She then suffered two severe strokes, and considerable bleeding in her brain.
Since then, her husband has taken over her blog, at hope4peyton.org, and is posting updates about Anissa and her progress. There are small, but real, reasons to be hopeful: a squeezed hand; a raised eyebrow when the nurse asks Anissa how she’s feeling today. For this Anissa’s husband, Peter, thanks the thousands of people around the world who do not know Anissa, but because they read about her on Twitter, are praying for her.
It does not seem fair, my own husband says, that all of that shittiness should be heaped on one family. I do agree. It’s hard to know what God is thinking here. But you can help by praying for Anissa, and even better, you can do your Christmas shopping on December 10th at aiminglow.com, where sixty plus stores are offering their wares for the day with up to thirty percent of the proceeds going to the Mayhew family.
You can follow Anissa Mayhew’s progress on Twitter at anissamayhew. You can follow me at amywilsonwriter. My point: Twitter just may be worth your time.