Ariana's Light
by Brandon Rowell (Author)
Ariana’s Light is a poignant and uplifting tale of resilience, love, and the enduring impact of one extraordinary woman’s journey. At just 17 years old, Ariana’s world is turned upside down when she is diagnosed with Spinal Muscular Atrophy (SMA), a life-altering condition that leaves her wheelchair-bound. Overcoming the despair of her diagnosis, she learns to embrace life with the help of her hilarious and supportive best friend, Brian, and the unconditional love of Marcus, the man who sees her strength and beauty beyond her physical limitations.
As Ariana navigates the challenges of adulthood, she builds a life filled with meaning—marrying Marcus, adopting a daughter named Nina, and becoming a passionate advocate for disability awareness through her writing. Her determination to live fully and love deeply inspires everyone around her. But at 43, Ariana faces another devastating challenge: a brain tumor. Even in the face of her own mortality, Ariana leaves a lasting legacy, writing heartfelt letters to her loved ones and reminding them of the strength they hold within.
After her passing, Marcus, their daughter Nina, and Brian struggle with their grief but find ways to honor her memory. From organizing SMA awareness events to pursuing dreams inspired by Ariana’s courage, they carry her light forward, proving that love and resilience can triumph even in the darkest times.
Ariana’s Light is a story of perseverance, joy, and the unshakable bonds of family and friendship. It is a celebration of life, reminding readers that love transcends all obstacles, leaving behind a legacy of hope and inspiration.
Details:
Ages: 13 and Up
Pages: 199
Language: English
Publication Date: December 29, 2024
Available Formats: E-Book, Paperback
The world tilted on its axis. One minute, seventeen-year-old Ariana was planning her senior prom, dreaming of college applications, and giggling with her best friend, Brian, about the latest boy band craze. The next, the stark white of the doctor’s office blurred into a nauseating haze, the words “Spinal Muscular Atrophy” echoing in the cavernous space of her mind, a death knell to her vibrant future.
SMA. The acronym felt alien, a cruel joke scribbled on the chalkboard of her life. She’d heard whispers of it, a devastating disease, a slow, relentless thief stealing away muscle strength, eventually leaving its victims trapped within their own bodies. But it was always someone else's story, a tragedy unfolding on the distant horizon. Now, it was her reality, a brutal intrusion that ripped away the carefully constructed tapestry of her dreams.
The initial shock gave way to a wave of despair so profound it threatened to drown her. Tears flowed freely, hot and relentless, mirroring the burning rage that consumed her. Why her? What had she done to deserve this? The injustice of it all felt unbearable; the unfairness a crushing weight on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Her meticulously planned future – college, a career in journalism, maybe even a family someday – dissolved into a swirling vortex of uncertainty. The vibrant colors of her life faded to a dull, muted gray, each passing moment punctuated by the chilling realization of her impending confinement. The independence she cherished, the ability to dance, to run, to simply move freely through the world, was slipping through her fingers like grains of sand. The thought of being trapped, dependent on others for every basic need, was terrifying.
Sleep offered no respite. Nightmares plagued her, visions of a life reduced to a sterile existence, confined to a wheelchair, a prisoner in her own body. The fear of the unknown gnawed at her soul, casting a long, dark shadow over every waking moment. Even the familiar comfort of her bedroom felt different, oppressive, as if the walls were closing in, suffocating her.
The days blurred into a relentless cycle of appointments, tests, and consultations. Doctors spoke in hushed tones, their professional detachment offering little solace. Medical jargon swirled around her, a confusing storm that left her feeling utterly lost and alone. The weight of her diagnosis settled heavily upon her, an invisible burden that bowed her shoulders and stole the light from her eyes.
Her parents, though supportive, struggled to understand the depth of her despair. Their love was a warm blanket, but it couldn't fully shield her from the chilling reality of her situation. They tried to be optimistic, to focus on the positive, but their attempts felt hollow, clumsy, like poorly executed attempts at comfort. Their well-meaning words only served to highlight the stark contrast between their reality and hers.
Even Brian, her flamboyant and ever-optimistic best friend, seemed momentarily speechless. Brian, whose life was a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors, whose laughter was infectious, whose spirit was unyielding. Brian, who always knew how to make her laugh, even in the darkest of times. Even Brian was at a loss for words, his usual effervescence muted by the gravity of her situation. His silence, however, spoke volumes. It was a silent acknowledgment of the enormity of her loss, a tacit understanding of the battle she was about to face.
His silence didn't last long. Soon, his usual bubbly persona returned, albeit laced with a newfound determination to help her navigate this tumultuous journey. He bombarded her with jokes, cheesy pick-up lines, and ridiculous anecdotes designed to make her smile. He refused to let her wallow in self-pity, constantly reminding her of her strength, her resilience, her beauty – both inside and out.
He even went so far as to create a ridiculously flamboyant 'SMA Support Group' poster, complete with glitter, streamers, and a hand-drawn picture of a determined wheelchair-bound superhero. Initially, Ariana had resisted the idea of joining any kind of support group; the thought of surrounding herself with people facing the same bleak reality filled her with dread. But Brian's unwavering support, his infectious enthusiasm, gradually chipped away at her resistance. He promised her it wouldn't be somber, that it would be fun, a chance to connect with others who understood what she was going through. His insistence, his relentless optimism, was infectious. Slowly, tentatively, she agreed.
The support group itself was a revelation. It wasn't the depressing gathering Ariana had envisioned. It was a vibrant community of people who, despite their shared struggles, radiated strength, resilience, and a surprisingly infectious joy. They shared stories, laughed, cried, and offered each other unwavering support. They swapped tips on navigating daily life with SMA, sharing advice on assistive devices, adaptive clothing, and coping mechanisms. They celebrated small victories, commiserated over setbacks, and found comfort in their shared experiences.
It was in this unexpected haven that Ariana first saw Marcus. He wasn't directly affected by SMA; he was a volunteer, drawn to the group by a desire to help. He had a kind smile, warm eyes, and a quiet strength that radiated from him. He didn't treat her with pity, but with genuine respect, engaging her in conversation as an equal, never once focusing on her disability. His presence was a soothing balm to her wounded soul, a glimmer of hope in the overwhelming darkness. His presence spoke volumes; his actions even more. He simply saw her, beyond her illness, recognizing the vibrant, intelligent, and beautiful woman she truly was.
As weeks turned into months, Ariana gradually adjusted to her new reality. The process wasn't easy; it was a long, arduous journey filled with physical and emotional challenges. There were days when the pain was overwhelming, when frustration threatened to consume her. There were moments of crippling despair, when the weight of her disability felt too heavy to bear. But, with Brian's constant encouragement and the unwavering support of her newfound community, she learned to adapt, to redefine her normalcy. She discovered new ways of doing things, new strengths she never knew she possessed. She learned to navigate her wheelchair with grace, to embrace her limitations, and to find joy in the small victories.
The journey was far from over, but amidst the darkness, Ariana found a flicker of hope, a renewed sense of purpose. The crushing blow of her diagnosis had shattered her world, but it had also revealed a strength and resilience she never knew she possessed. She was a fighter. She would survive.
She would thrive.