So I'm Alive

A month ago, my body began to slowly destroy itself. I began to wither away, barely able to eat while doctors treated a rash of bizarre and seemingly unrelated symptoms. I lost 25+ pounds in three weeks before seeing the right doctor who put all the pieces of the puzzle together and checked me into the hospital. I was a shattered shadow of myself.

They ran test after test and reached a diagnosis; starting me on all sorts of medications to stop my body from assaulting itself. I could slowly eat again and after five days in the hospital I'm getting better. Half of that is just knowing what is wrong with me. Knowing that although I have a chronic illness to live with the rest of my life, with the proper medication it can be kept under contral and I can live a normal healthy life. The rest of the recovery is building my strength back up from this wisp of myself that exists inside my extra-baggy clothes. I'm working on it. Slowly. It's going to take time. I'm hungry. Time for another snack.

I love you so much Amy. Having you makes it so much easier to pull through this.