Making the Summit to Wellness
Sagarmatha, Chomolungma, Qomolangma; these are but a few of the many names for the mountain that most westerners know as Everest. Standing at 29,029 feet, it's the tallest mountain in the world. And standing at 5'1 inches, Meghan Whiting (that's right, me) is going to climb it. Someday in the near but hopefully not too near future, I will be standing at Everest's summit, virtually "on top of the world."
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I got bored this summer, per usual, and needed a good book to get lost in and forget, even if just for a moment, that I was spending my two months of free time back home...in Coalgate, Oklahoma. Since Coalgate doesn't even own a Walmart, the biggest super center in the world, it definitely doesn't have the clientele to maintain a fully functioning (Starbucks included) Barnes & Noble. This is where I was forced to turn to my mom’s library, consisting almost entirely of books attempting to define "the meaning of life."
Somewhere amongst these spiritual manuals, I stumbled across Into Thin Air. It was one of those thick paperback copies where the writing is so small you have to go back and re-read at least five sentences on each page because you keep losing your place. Despite the not so appealing format, it was by far the most intriguing book on our what can only be described as "eclectic" shelves. So I went outside, got as comfortable as I could on a fishing net strung apart by two trees, aka a hammock, and began to read. Two days later I was reluctantly turning the last page, not wanting the world that I had immersed myself in for the past 72 hours slip away.
When I finally forced myself to finish the last word, I closed the book and realized that I was the happiest I had been in over a year. For 20 months now, I have been recovering from a mono-like illness that literally turned my life upside down as I knew it. The virus went away after two painful weeks in bed, but the lingering effects manifested themselves in a syndrome know as Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome, or POTS for short. Basically, my autonomic nervous system is a bit haywire and I get extremely fatigued with minimal exertion. So, the life I have been living since January 1st, 2013 is a far cry from the marathon runner I once was. As many times as I've cried aloud "why me,” getting so sick has probably been the single best thing that has happened to me in my now 21 and a half years of living. Prior to the illness, I was literally running my body into the ground in every way possible, and I think getting sick was its' way of shouting at me to stop.
Okay, now back to Everest. I'm still nowhere near where I used to be in terms of energy and stamina, but I am finally beginning to see a light at the end of this seemingly endless tunnel. I truly believe that reading John Krakauer’s experience and becoming so fascinated in mountain climbing kick-started and further motivated me to getting well again. Summiting Everest will be the true mark of a full recovery for me, the adrenaline and bragging rights will just be an added plus.

