Today is my anniversary date.

Yep, yep. It’s been one year to the day since my butt hit the kitchen floor and my world as I knew it drastically changed.

As I sit here reflecting on the past year and ALL the changes my family and I have gone through dealing with this disease, I’m reminded once again of how truly blessed I am.

In the past twelve months, I’ve gone from:

being in good health and hardly seeing my GP to seeing doctors / hospitals twice a week for months.

having the ability and strength to do just about anything I wanted to not being able to do the simplest of things such as unscrewing the top off a soda bottle;

able to walk my dog for miles without getting tired to not being able to walk to the driveway and back without being exhausted.

needing a walker and a cane just to navigate, and then realizing it’s not a wheelchair friendly world or workplace.

having good nights sleep naturally to becoming a “dope fiend” at bedtime just to get to sleep.

realizing the “systems” (DSS, SSI etc) you’ve paid into all these years aren’t able to help you, or you have to fight to get any help at all.

There’s a lot more that I could list, but there is really no need. The point is I’m still here, in better health (mental and physical) and I keep improving daily.

We are all survivors.

First and foremost I MUST give Honor and Glory to GOD!

Secondly I need to thank my parents, especially my Mother.