Through the hospital visits, the medication changes, the frustrations, the prayers, the tears — I am still here. I am smiling as I write this blog post.
Your life may be so noisy, so dark, trying to figure out how you got to that part. Walking back and forth wondering if you're coming or going.
I've learned that being the center of my care team doesn't mean I have to do it all alone — it means I get to lead the conversation about my body and my healing.
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I do not associate with victimhood. Yet, in these moments, the victimization of a careless Congress and presidential administration may leave me vulnerable with an inability to pay for medical care and manage my disease.
Help and healing are possible. It starts with one act of surrender and one conversation with someone you trust.
Living today not knowing whether you will receive your medication during your next visit to your clinics isn't a joke.
To my sisters of resilience: it's okay to rest. You're still a warrior.
On the inside, my spirit was broken into pieces | On the outside, I masked it, very well | With a hyper cheerful personality | Faked my way through | But, I saw the light one day
We are opposite in many ways, but compliment each other beautifully. I can literally tell him anything.