As I mentioned
before I have a problem with my leg, I am not going to go into details right
now, but I sometimes get a little down hearted about the situation.
When I was
younger, it came as a shock each time, I believed it will be cured and then I
was slammed back every time, crying my eyes out, making my mom miserable. I
hated it, not that I don’t hate it anymore.
With this last
hospitalisation, I realised God has send the most wonderful people across my
path. Wonderful friends who spend hours next to my bed, even one who came each
morning and wrote her thesis there in the hospital.
This time even
though I believed by losing weight and going to gym to build up the strength of
the muscles in my legs, it would stay away and it didn’t I wasn’t so depressed.
I took off the necessary time and started going back to the gym earlier this
week.
Thank you to all
my friends who supported me through this time, even to one special friend who
came and visited me, even though she hates hospitals.
You
are all loved
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