Ever watch those war movies? You know the ones where during the heat of battle one of the soldiers gets shot and the others carry the wounded one out because they swore to never leave a wounded soldier behind? Having a chronic and terminal illness is kinda like being a soldier, shot and left for dead on the battle field.
When I first found out I was sick 8 years ago as people found out they usually did one of two things: 1) they called, wrote, messaged etc. and passed on their thoughts and prayers and continue to offer their support or 2) they offered some kind words and I never heard from them again. I suspect that others with a chronic or terminal illness will tell you the same story. At the time it didn’t bother me because those who were closest to me still remain. These people are a part of my Platoon, if you will, and I am the wounded soldier. There is no way that I would be where I am today without the support of so many people – so many soldiers. (You should see Nick in his uniform #swoon).
Another lesson I have learned as I wage this war (tired of the analogy yet? No? OK…) is this: When the bullets of life start flying you really only have two choices 1) Stand defiantly before them and hope they pass you by and if they hit you then you deal with the wound, the pain and let others help you heal or 2) you duck and cover and nothing ever happens to you.
I, for one, prefer to stand defiantly before the flying bullets – especially since I know I have an army behind me.