broke me, healed me, and broke me again
it’s still too early to sum up the year, but it’s been… a strange one
i had to let go of someone i loved deeply to make him live his better life
my 26kg dog survived a car accident, and i carried her down from the second floor ten times a day, just so she could feel the grass and know she was loved. we made it through - now she’s my beautiful little cinnamon roll, running around and knocking people off their feet
then bc of that, my back gave up on me. legs stopped working. spine started to crumble. i hesitated for months before scheduling surgery abroad - only to relapse and end up in emergency surgery here. the rehab was brutal. i couldn’t even bring myself a glass of water. i held on to dreams of swimming, working, visiting friends, traveling again
and then, just as I thought I was getting better, the pain came back. the MRI showed what I never can imagine in my worst dream: doctor's negligence during the operation. now I have to face a second, harder surgery
and yet - i believe it’s going to be okay. no matter how scary, unfair, or unbearably sad it gets sometimes, i smile when my corgi-girl nudges me for a piece of whatever i’m eating. she survived. and so will i.
i want to treasure every single moment more than ever. please, hug your parents. hug your spouse. hug your kids, your dogs, your cats. hold close whatever is dear to you. the most precious thing we have is our loved ones and the moments of joy we share with them. everything else we can survive.
broke me, healed me, and broke me again
it’s still too early to sum up the year, but it’s been… a strange one
i had to let go of someone i loved deeply to make him live his better life
my 26kg dog survived a car accident, and i carried her down from the second floor ten times a day, just so she could feel the grass and know she was loved. we made it through - now she’s my beautiful little cinnamon roll, running around and knocking people off their feet
then bc of that, my back gave up on me. legs stopped working. spine started to crumble. i hesitated for months before scheduling surgery abroad - only to relapse and end up in emergency surgery here. the rehab was brutal. i couldn’t even bring myself a glass of water. i held on to dreams of swimming, working, visiting friends, traveling again
and then, just as I thought I was getting better, the pain came back. the MRI showed what I never can imagine in my worst dream: doctor's negligence during the operation. now I have to face a second, harder surgery
and yet - i believe it’s going to be okay. no matter how scary, unfair, or unbearably sad it gets sometimes, i smile when my corgi-girl nudges me for a piece of whatever i’m eating. she survived. and so will i.
i want to treasure every single moment more than ever. please, hug your parents. hug your spouse. hug your kids, your dogs, your cats. hold close whatever is dear to you. the most precious thing we have is our loved ones and the moments of joy we share with them. everything else we can survive.