Someone I love asked me this, yesterday, "Whenever you go into hospital, don't you ever feel afraid that you won't come home?"
I paused for a moment, to unveil my core and respond truthfully. I said to him, "Every single time! Every time, I feel very afraid. I really try to shield myself from that fear, but it's there all the time."
There have been times this year when my Dr has said that I need to be admitted and I've said, "Absolutely not, ma'am. You need to find another way to help me."
So, when I have gone to hospital, it has always been because things are quite catastrophic.
I am afraid of leaving my son behind. I'm not afraid of death itself. I am just afraid of my son being orphaned.
The most amazing thing that we have been furnished with is humour. It is the ability to laugh through situations that should be frying our hearts. I've been very fortunate to be able to tap into that humour, and not only make myself laugh, but others around me too.
I am grateful that I made it to December 2023. I don't have major plans for this month, but I'm grateful that I'm here. There was a time in September when I thought, "This is it! I've paid my dues. It's time to go. My body cannot take much more."
I was singing Amagugu, a popular funeral hymn. Do you see my name in there? Yeah, the irony.
I thank everyone who has been a part of this journey. Your reactions to my videos; your laughter and joy; your encouragement and empathy all helped me to pull through.
People are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
With thanks.
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