No one told me..
No one told me..That once I got VF, I’d be scared of dust storms.
No one told me..That driving by construction sites would make me turn off the air conditioner.
No one told me..That I’d have “day at hospital” on my calendar at least twice a week.
No one told me..That my children would have to answer questions about why their mom isn’t like everyone elses.
No one told me..That I’d wish I was just diabetic again.
No one told me..That bad days would become the norm.
No one told me..That good days are my old bad days.
No one told me..That I could be this strong.
No one told me..That I would have this much love and support.
No one told me.. That my family would get closer, bond tighter.
No one told me.. That life would be this beautiful, that I’d appreciate everything more.
I’m glad no one told me, because then I’d of not been suprised. I love this crazy tragic, sometimes almost magic awful beautiful life.
