And no, the title isn’t referring to me. I like to think of myself as a very young, young woman!
Being sick is getting old.
These scenes are becoming all too familiar for my liking. But hey, at least the nurses give me pink bandages, right?!
It’s sometimes so hard to have a joyful heart when you physically hurt. It’s hard to be joyous when you’re afraid of the future. But, the good news is that my Savior holds my future in his hands. I’m so thankful for that good news!
I have so many people make comments like, “Well you just stay sick, don’t you?!” or “You’re sick all the time!”. Those comments hurt me more than those people will ever know. But, as my wise and wonderful boyfriend points out, they don’t intend to hurt with their words. In fact, most of those people don’t know anything about my health. It’s still frustrating, though. I want to just yell out, “Do you think I ENJOY this?! Do you think it’s fun getting shot after shot just to manage pain?? Do you think it’s fun to get IVs on the weekend?!”
But I don’t yell at them. I just take the opportunities to educate when I can. Although I don’t appear to be sick on the outside, my body is sick. And it will never go away.
Despite all of that, I am blessed beyond measure. I have an amazingly supportive family that allows me quiet time to rest when I need it, supportive bosses and co-workers that understand that sometimes it takes me a little extra time to heal, and a wonderful boyfriend that knows the ins and outs of my disease like you wouldn’t believe. He’s prepared to do whatever it takes in the future, and I love him even more for it. Thank you, Lord, for placing me in the perfect place.
I hope that you all are enjoying this gorgeous Saturday. Thank you for reading, once again. I appreciate each and every one of you and the support you give!