After all that fighting with the first week of meds, I finally feel like I am slightly more human and I can even consume food without throwing up anymore! It's a big celebration at the dinner table, it's a big celebration in the room and it's also a big celebration on the inside of me.
Taking care of myself has never been as important as last month when the sickness took over every single aspect of my life, every second of my life, and every ounce of my energy. When you're well, it's OK to fight all the way to planet Pluto and back because you have it together. But when you're sick, there's nothing more humbling than your body telling you that you absolutely CANNOT.
Being this way has everything to do with being a single mother. Being alone or lonely was never much of an option for me and that has to do with the way I was brought up and the way I grew up. I had to fasttrack a lot of things and many times, when I failed, I had to pick everything up and suck it up.
The kids learned something about me, life and about themselves through this time as well...when you're sick, you just have to let it all hang out, lose the battle for a little while and take care of yourself. Losing one small battle is better than losing the whole war.
Many times, motherhood and life is like this.
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