Now, in early June, I’m caught in a tug-of-war between refusing to be a cautionary tale and the isolation that comes with it.
An appointment with a new specialist looms ahead, unavoidable yet dreaded. It’s not the diagnostics that tighten my chest, but the inevitability of being measured and graded once again.
This moment feels like the edge of a blade, sharp and thin, as if the slightest breeze could tip the scales.
The plea is out there now, but what comes next remains heavy with uncertainty.
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