I awoke a couple of sleeps ago to
the realization that less than three years ago today in 2013 I was a very ill
woman. Three surgeries and multiple treatments later, I truly had no idea then how sick I was.
But at that moment what knew for sure was that I was totally alone.
There was not one, no not one to
stand with me are so I thought. I was slowly proved wrong and I am grateful.
In the shadow of my mind’s eye I can see
myself slowing falling into a state of utter and everlasting lifelessness. I
can remember standing at so many doors knocking, asking for help and having most doors
not answered and countless others slammed in my face. But then there came a day when so many doors
opened I could not handle the help that came my way.
Just thinking about how far I have
came and who took the journey with me always makes me misty eyed. Thank you
will never be enough for the days I cried and some many who dried my tears not because they had to but they want to.
I will always be grateful for a handful
of people who stood with me, stood for and were by my side through the most
difficult time in my life. The greatest
tribute to life is knowing that you have touched someone’s life. Those who
touched my life over the past three years make me proud to call them friends.
When I look back at all I been through
all I can say is Thank you. Maybe it was the phone calls, the terrible chicken
soup, the calls in the middle of the night were I rambled on and on which I
later found out were a symptom of my illness or just the silent agreement as I
would sit and cry thankful that someone was wiling to listen. Then again it may have been the rides to the doctor that brought
me through. Whatever it was, I am most appreciative and will never forget the kindness that was extended to me.
Abby
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