Sometimes my daughter or my mom remind me of things I did during my recovery. Sometimes it's silly stuff and I laugh with them sometimes it's something I'd rather not remember.... The day I got the call, I had every intention to complete the interview but I had fallen back to sleep. I'm so happy that the second time that day someone reached out and I was able to muster up strength to complete the interview. I had drains hanging out of both sides of my body. I was really uncomfortable and afraid of yanking one out so I slept sitting up for what seems like two weeks. It was such a tough recovery but I managed to pull through by the grace of God and my mother being at my side feeding me, medicating me, changing my bandages and helping me to the shower. I remember feeling so awful. No energy. But a short while after the call, I had the fire beneath me again. I hoped for something, I looked forward to something...I believed in myself again.
Now, a year later things are better than they've ever been. Sometimes, we have to be a blessing to others. It awakens them. It inspires them. It gives them something to hope for, something to try for. I hope that this Pinktober my sweets will remember to think of someone who's tired, sick, uninspired, discouraged and help reignite their fire.
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