Fear
I
fear I will be ignored again when my small intestine inflame; just like before
when a doctor branded the Crohn’s disease symptoms of a nine-year-old boy as
‘imaginary’.
I
fear I will be bullied again for not being able to run, write, read or speak
‘normally’; just like before when a group of school boys laughed at my
dyspraxia.
I
fear I will be standing beside a hospital bed again; just like before when my
dad was placed into an induced coma because he developed septicaemia.
I
fear I will die alone; looking at a reflected face of a frightened boy, my own
face.
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In
the darkest of times I fear all these things.
However,
I have come to realise that in each of these situations there has been someone
there to support me; a member of my family, a close friend, a caring teacher, a
kind stranger. Thank you for being there for me.
I
need to remember what my mum told me, that even on a cloudy day I should always
look for the patch of blue in the sky. Then maybe my fears will wash away.
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