But really, without her, I would have died like…..three times already. Love you SO much Mom!
Also at this time, I began to suffer extremely emotionally. No one believed I was sick, and they claimed, “You look fine.”
It was wishful thinking. I was told that I needed to eat burgers and drink shakes to feel better, and I grew very angry that few trusted me. I was in my body and they were not; it was as simple as that. However, my mom remained my support, and she and I continued to get closer, as our deep understanding of each other grew. Our spirits and souls began to intertwine, like two ivy branches wrapping and twisting around each other… becoming one.