A year ago I said "my body just decided not to be doing so well" that could have been the biggest understatement of my life. In fact I'm sure it was. What was really going on was: 1) I had a benign meningioma brain tumor growing in my left temporal lobe. 2) I have Rheumatoid Arthritis. 3) I have a genetic disease called Metabolic Myopathy. Soon after that post my muscles would begin failing me and it remained a mystery till November just what was going on.
Reading over my frustrations, anger, hope, struggles and yes... fears I feel nothing but empathy for myself. Frankly I still can't believe that I went through brain surgery just seven months ago and have metal plates and screws in my skull. It's hard for me to wrap my mind around (pun intended.) Or that I'm technically also a mutant with my mutated genes causing the metabolic myopathy. I mean really? Was the TB just not a big enough of a deal?
I still feel like if people knew the whole story of what I've been through in the last four years they would think I was making it up. It's just too fantastic that someone can go through everything I've been through health wise. I fear they would think I'm faking it or lying. But it's all true. And I'm still here.
That's the best part. I'm honestly happier than I was four years ago. I'm also a better person. I'm less judgemental, more fearless, more forgiving, more patient and more empathetic than I was four years ago. I think great suffering is like that. Either you give in and struggle in the darkness full of fear for your life or you embrace the wonder that is our time here. See the miracles all around and love till your heart just can't love anymore. I chose the second one.