...1 step backwards. A very large one.
Please just be a stumble. Not a fall.
I don't want a relapse, another flare, another few months of my life taken by illness.
I know I'm still so lucky, in comparison to others. I have little to no pain, ever. I haven't had surgery. I'm only on 6 pills twice a day, which are weak anti inflammatories - none of the chemo injection infusion crap that my friends are going through. I don't have a bag. I don't throw up much (not since my January flare). I can eat most things. I'm not underweight (thank you very much steroids -_- ). I don't *look* sick.
I have so much to be grateful for.
I'm still pursuing my life at university. I'm still getting good grades. I'm still independent (well, as much as you can be living at home!) I have a social life. I'm having fun. I've got dreams, and goals, and plans.
If I flare up now, in semester time, I can kiss all of that goodbye.
Except the dreams. I've always got dreams.
Please, please don't flare.
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