When I struggle to find words, please be patient with me…..my illnesses have made my memory foggy.
When I walk slowly or need help to move, please be patient with me…..my illnesses are destroying my joints.
When I need help with the simplest of tasks, please be patient with me…..my illnesses are making everything harder for me to do.
When I say something that is annoying, please be patient with me…..my illnesses are making me struggle with my emotions.
When I seem to need so much rest, please be patient with me…..my illnesses are draining all of my energy.
When I am being stubborn, please be patient with me……my illnesses are making give up so much that I am holding onto as much as I can.
When I cry, please be patient with me…..I am still inside this broken body and missing who I once was, and what I use to be able to do. I am terrified of what is coming but still trying to be brave and face my future with dignity and grace.
Deborah
Feathered Angels 