Once upon a time, I felt healthy. Once upon a time, I felt like I could conquer the world. Once upon a time, I felt like I could do anything.
At one time, a compliment was just that. Now, “You look good today” just makes me wince. I just want to say: “Well, I don’t feel good.” or “I guess I did a good job hiding behind my makeup.” At one time, a compliment was just nice, now I wonder if people won’t take me seriously when I say I’m not feeling well because I look “fine” or I “don’t look sick”.
In the past, I would look forward to each day. I would wake up early, stay up late. I could go all day and do whatever I wanted. In the past, I ran my own life, now I “count my spoons” and hope I can make it through the day without becoming exhausted to the point of tears. Now, I look forward to when my daughter goes to bed, so I can finally stop.
When I was healthy, I didn’t have to have blood draws on a regular basis. I went to the doctor only when the flu got me down. When I was healthy, I never had surgeries, and only stayed over night in a hospital when my daughter was born. Now I’m a regular on almost every floor and I can tell you what vein and what angle.
Now that things have changed, I’ve learned how much stronger I a.m than I was before. I can face life with a different outlook than most people I know. I know the fear of dying, I know the feeling of constant pain. I’ve faced my disease head on and while I’ll never win, I learned to keep fighting. Now that things have changed, I know that the lessons I’ve learned, help me to appreciate life all the more. I know I’m a strong role model for my daughter. I know that if I’ve made it this far, I can do anything.