Reading these words, written in this way, seems like something high school kids shout in a formed circle around two bloody-nosed kids who are roughing each other up to appear stronger, tougher, and more bad ass than the other. Looking back, those kids probably didn’t know what they were fighting for, or even about for that matter.
But I know what I am fighting every morning when I wake up. I know what I’m fighting against based on my symptoms and the many diagnoses in my overflowing medical binder. I have many reasons to keep going when I look in my husband’s eyes and my nephew’s brilliant smile. I never know what the day will bring or where this journey will take me, but the one thing I do know is that I’m a fighter.
And this life, with this body, and these diagnoses is how I know I’ve been called to fight. Read More