Last year at this time I was getting discharged from my month long stay at a nursing home (after my month long stay in a hospital) my baby boy learned how to give me bye bye kisses. I have a gumbled up memory but that I will not forget.
At this time last year I only had about a dozen diagnoses. We didn't have all the answers as to what was wrong with me. Hell I guess even now after 2 dozen diagnoses it's still not certain that's all that's wrong with me yet because every time (usually at least once a week) I see one specialist and they order more tests. I don't know how to feel anymore, I don't know what's expected of me anymore. I fought so hard to get answers but now that I'm getting them and none of the diagnosis have cures and lots with no treatments even avalible, I kinda wanna cover my ears and scream lalala that's enough!
It's not that I'm gonna stop fighting
I just don't know if I wanna keep listening