And suddenly there was this feeling, a feeling that eclipsed everything else. Lipedema was no longer important. My legs didn't care, pain didn't matter, I didn't care. In contrast to the problems of others, my problems suddenly seemed to me to be void.
I do not want to reduce our pain or suffering here, we have heard a disease that is properly treated. Yes, and now comes the big BUT, we won't die from it. If you are suddenly shaken awake and face death, you will understand. It is important that we enjoy the time we have with those we love. This is over much too quickly, one is alone much too quickly.
We have a problem, we are ourselves. We have to learn to steer our thoughts towards positive and realize in spite of everything that we are not that bad off. That sounds very harsh in my eyes, but it's true. I don't want to be in my own little every day "Lipedema Compassion Lake" wallow. I want to get away from it, put my negative thoughts back and look ahead. What I can do, what I will do, the future and, above all, with whom I will spend it.
So much has happened in my life lately, fought, been close to the cliff, won for the time being, continued to fight, fallen deep, lost, got up, fought again. Life is a struggle and we have to challenge it every day. However, I don't feel like reducing myself to my legs and my illness every day.
Girls, you have to make a difference! In you! We are more than legs, more than lipedema!
In this sense,