I had a really good birthday day. I woke in a very cheery. I just stayed that way all day. How could I not? Every second I was either on the phone with someone wishing me the best or answering a text. I felt so loved. I was exhausted by the end of the evening from talking. However, I just felt enveloped in a gigantic heart bubble. It was pretty amazing. Worth turning 50. On Tuesday, my aide was off…
When you live with a chronic illness I think you start to hate that question. People ask it all the time but they really don’t want the actual answer. Trust me, we very rarely actually respond with the truth. My go to answer is I’m doing ok. I can’t say good anymore because that is just too much of a stretch. I just answer with a vague I’m doing ok and change the subject, how are you doing? What is…
