October 31, 2006. It had been five years since my M.S. diagnosis. Four years since I dropped out of school. Three years since I had been re-diagnosed as Lyme disease. Two-and-a-half years since I climbed into a wheelchair. Ten months since I had miscarried a baby.
It was hard to remember when I had last anticipated the morning. Now, I woke every day to painful limitation, acutely aware of all I had lost.
I resented the sunrise.
On that morning in 2006, I woke again to the familiar fear that my body was broken.
In the midst of everything that has been going on behind the scenes lately, I am so very honored to share this Halloween story of mine for the very first time at The High Calling. Would you join me there, for the rest of the story?
P.S. A Little Housekeeping: Maureen Doallas, you were the winner of our caption contest last week! Drop me an email, and we will see about getting you that fine art print I promised!
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