I want it to be not fair. I want people to feel bad for this body.
I want for everyone to understand how much it sucks to have a functioning system, then to wake up with half not working.
It really does.
But at least I have half.
One arm is the price for my kid’s smile.
One leg is the cost of my husband’s hug.
My crooked smile pays for time in my family’s presence.
It’s worth it.
No doubt about it.