Formerly known as healthy.

A few years back I lost one of my best friends and the loss of that friendship has affected me in ways I could have never imagined.

I’ve been thinking about loss a lot lately, particularly as I sat in yet another doctor’s office this week, with yet another bad prognosis. I realized—9 years into this experience—that I’ve lost the ability to ever be a truly healthy person again. I know how depressing that must sound, but I feel as if this must be a very natural progression for many people diagnosed with a chronic illness to go through.

I’m not quite sure where I’m going with this, but perhaps one loss is not that different than another. I googled “loss + chronic illness” and found hundreds of intriguing results in fact. Just a thought. Happy weekend all.