I sat in a running shower fully dressed, gasping for air in desperate need of my supplemental oxygen, rubbing my giant, smelly dog with baby shampoo, praying that this would be enough to get rid of his horrible smell.
I couldn’t help but pause, chuckle and say between struggled breaths, “What a glamorous life I lead.” For a lot of people, 2020 was the first year of adjusting to “new normals.” But when you live with chronic and/or life-threatening illness, new normals — constantly evolving new normals — become part of the routine.
Your body — cut, bruised, scarred, starved or swollen — becomes something you don’t recognize. The easiest of activities suddenly become the biggest of struggles.
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