Thank You For Helping Me Sparkle

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The year 2018 has not been kind to me. I was just discharged from the hospital for the third time since April. Another 17 days. My health has not been great and each time I think things are looking up, something else happens. I'm finding it harder to keep on the positive side of things with all of this going on. The progress I made getting my strength back after my last admission feels like it was for nothing. I am weak again, fighting to just get up a few stairs. I definitely cry more, frustrated by all of it.

Through everything though, I've been lucky to see how much I'm loved and cared for. The people who have taken time out of their busy lives to check in on me, text, send a kind note, visit, call... It really makes it feel like I'm not going through this alone. There are few things more lonely than being stuck in a hospital for days on end, by yourself, being poked and prodded and checked on throughout the day by strangers. Those visits, calls and texts really do make a world of difference. Having a familiar face or voice that connects you to the outside world brings a bit of normalcy to it all and the distraction, if even for a few moments, is a welcome one.

To all of you who have tried to make this year a little brighter for me, I thank you from the very bottom of my heart. Your sparkle gives me sparkle and for that, I am grateful.


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