Tough Times Don't Last, Tough People Do..
I've been staring at the blank screen for quite some time now because I don't know where to start. I was away for almost 6 months in read.cash. I think it started when I was hospitalized until now. Yesterday, Jeaneth sent me a message telling me that Rusty was back. I was so happy upon knowing it, and she encouraged me to go back and write it. So here I am, composing this article, which I know some of you might think nonsensical, lol!
Let me give you a quick flashback of what happened to me after I was discharged from the hospital. Most of you knew that I was hospitalized in September 2022, and due to a lack of funds to pay the bill, I stayed there for 4 months, from September to January 2023.
I was so happy that I was finally home, but after a week, my condition got worse. I lost so much weight because I was not able to eat properly because of the tracheostomy. My sister was so worried, but, honestly, we cannot afford to send me back to the hospital, so I stayed at home, hoping that I would get better from the medicines that were prescribed to me.
So for me to get better, I tried my best to eat. Would you believe that I was crying every time I ate at that time? I have no choice; if I want to get better, I have to endure everything. And miraculously, my condition got better. I am slowly gaining some weight and can eat without any trouble. Although there were times that I felt so weak, it was manageable.
The thing about this disease is that it comes and goes, since there is no cure. And a simple cough or cold could trigger the symptoms.
Speaking of which, I woke up this morning a little feverish due to a cough and cold. I immediately took paracetamol and went back to sleep. After two hours of sleep, I feel so much better. I was supposed to have a checkup today, but because my husband had to go to work, we decided to have it tomorrow instead.
I am always alone in our house, which is not advisable because of my condition, but because my husband has to go to work and my daughter has a class to attend, I have no choice. They just keep checking on me by phone or video call every now and then.
I don't know how much time I have left because obviously people like me who suffers from Myasthenia Gravis has a short life span compared to healthy people. But I have no plan of giving up. As long as God wakes me up every morning, I know that I have another day to live.
That would be all for now. More writing from me soon. By the way, Ruffa is encouraging me to try Hive as well. I will consider doing that soon.
1st Article of 2023
Date of Published: March 22,2023