It's been a while since I have written. I have been analyzing my life lately. In the begining of my illness, I took for granted how my family supported me. Though, that quickly changed as the years went on. The more problems that show up, the more my family and friends became less and less supportive. I have experienced pain, suffering, and heartbreak: lost my best friend; all hearing demolished; encountered wrong diagnoses; endured multiple surgeries and health problems; tolerated hypocritical comments; and abdicated the one person I couldn't live without.
Through the years, I also met some strong and amazing people. One of whom I'm talking about is a woman from Africa, named Furaha. She's an extraordinary young woman who spoke five languages, visited all seven continents, and enjoyed photography. She researched her symptoms and joined a couple of support groups. This is where the two of us met. She had been battling her health for over four years. Doctors in Africa never knew what was wrong. Until on morning, she never woke up. The autopsy showed she had HHT in her lungs and she drown in her own blood. My heart goes out to her husband and their families.
I am the type of person who gives everything I have to others. I have always been that way; but, since the new year, I have been thinking about how I could start living life for myself. Even though I have been in good spirits about everything that happened to me for the last eight years, I haven't enjoyed most parts of my life. Now, I know there are certain things I can't change; however, I refuse to continue living like that. From now on, I am living for myself!
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