Being single was a great chance to know herself and get better. But being alone was never a fun thing to go through sick. She was far from healthy and all she really wanted was a helping hand.
She passed a church on the way through her run. She loved church her religion was the only thing that kept her going. Before the thought of a God would have never passed her mind. Now suddenly she was enamored with her own religion.
Faith was a choice. No one had to believe if they didn’t want to. That also meant her. She too didn’t have to believe there was a God if she didn’t want to. But for some reason, she wanted to. After all, if there wasn’t a God, then how could she move on…suffering like she was?
If only life were simpler. If only she were able to make it through okay. If only…the disease she had…never existed.
Her antibodies were attacking her organs, joints and skin. A good day was when she didn’t have to limp around to get food. The joint pain was very hard on her. Even running put stress on her joints.
The doctor told her that she was going to be going through a lot of tough changes with the disease, but she wasn’t ready to lose all ability to do anything.
She was still alive, but really…what did she have?
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