Admiration Graduation

I’ve liked a couple of Melanoma pages and I see their updates on Facebook or the blogs that I read.  Although I don’t go on Facebook as much as I used to, it seems there are daily updates from these select few individuals that I like hearing from.  I don’t know them.  I’ve never met them.  I had never “formally” introduced myself from one computer to another.  But that doesn’t mean that I don’t relate with them. I absolutely love seeing what they have to say and it fills me with happiness that exudes from my belly that they’re sharing their story and pushing awareness like they’re trying to make money.  They attach links from researchers on the next big drug that help Melanoma patients.  They attach links on recent legislation on tanning beds.  They include whatever their little hearts feel necessary to share…and I completely dig it.  My little heart just likes sharing these random ass thoughts racing through my mind.  I’ve got to get them out, sorry you peeps are ones that deal with it. 

I’ve wanted to message to them, but I was nervous that I would appear like more like someone trying to promote their own blog than a complete supporter who is just trying to connect with other Club members that I respect. I’m sure they get tons of messages from people, I didn’t want to bother them with another one from lil ol’ me. 

Well, Tuesday I decided to extend a hand and introduce myself to a few of the people that I’ve been quietly following in the shadows.  I’ve graduated from silent stalker to a known admirer and fellow “molemate”.  My parole officer will be happy about that (I’m kidding, I don’t have a P.O.…or do I???).  This makes me super stoked.  Facebook is awesome like that.  It allows you to connect and chat with people that you’d probably never meet in your everyday life.  I guess that’s also the idea with eHarmony, or any dating site, though I’ve never been on them and never intend to.

Out of the three people I sent messages to, I got a response back from all of them yesterday. All of them…in the same day.  I totally cried.  The hubs was looking at me like I just read about a death or something and I tried to explain that I sort of “know” these people in a strange way.  These are Melanoma warriors that I look up to.  I’ve read their inner thoughts and now they’re reading mine. I woke up super early this morning and while lying there I thought about each of them, smiling at 4am like a disturbed insomniac. I’m still smiling, so very thankful that I finally mustered up the courage to say “hello”!