Writing to a friend with Neurofibromatosis, an excerpt:
I've never been used to the fact of going to do something now and how it wears me out. Never ever was it like that before. Even a family event like you mentioned. It's crazy. Even a day of doctor visits or errands around town puts me in bed! Who am I? With Neurofibromatosis, I am always asking myself this question. Or, more accurately, where did *I* go?
***Readers, can you relate? Do you feel that some of yourself has been lost since diagnosis? What have you done or would like to do to reclaim that sense of you?***
©The Healing Redhead
I've never been used to the fact of going to do something now and how it wears me out. Never ever was it like that before. Even a family event like you mentioned. It's crazy. Even a day of doctor visits or errands around town puts me in bed! Who am I? With Neurofibromatosis, I am always asking myself this question. Or, more accurately, where did *I* go?
***Readers, can you relate? Do you feel that some of yourself has been lost since diagnosis? What have you done or would like to do to reclaim that sense of you?***
©The Healing Redhead
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