It has been a year and a half since I got diagnosed as an autoimmune patient. During this time, I’ve experienced a lot of ups and downs, physically and emotionally, as I expected to do so coming back to “normal life” after being sick. I am lucky to be surrounded by family and friends that have been the most supportive. I am lucky to have been supplied all the help–doctors, medication, books, guidance, you name it. Everything I need to get better, I got. And the fact that things seem to have gone back to normal for me is something I am forever grateful for. God has truly been the greatest guide and teacher, and it is through Him and what He has provided for me that I am where I am today.
We were celebrating 11 years together (12 if you include our first year high school totoy love affair). Anton and I were stressed that week. It was the second week of December 2019, which meant for me that there was much to be rushed before the company-wide holiday shutdown, and for Anton, a string of construction problems he had to deal with, which was normal in his line of work.
Like many years before, an anniversary to me was always an opportunity to pop the question. Who wouldn’t have that in mind, when you’ve been together for several years? The 2019 anniversary was no different. But just like the previous years, there were also no signs of it possibly happening.