lessons, one year later

Exactly today last year, I got my first horrifying blood test results. It has been a year. I always go back to the experience because it was a defining moment in my life—so much so that I’ve clung on to it, afraid of the thought of going back to who I was pre-disease.

I always tell people, “God is so good—He made my sickness long enough for me to learn, but short enough so that I could get back on my feet again.” One year later, I can say that it had to happen, and that it was a blessing I didn’t know I needed.


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