Aunty Flo ruined red for me, she was such a drama queen, who wanted to use my whole life as her runway as she strutted her stuff. Red for me was a reminder that she was coming into town, and that meant my life would change, I should have adjusted and adapted since her visit was periodical ( pun intended) but it still shook me every time. She was always EXTRA, robbing me subtly until she decided it was not worth hiding and did it in plain sight.
Then came Endo, Aunty Flo’s sidekick who refused to leave. She was like a leech, going in for blood; a permanent guest with terrible manners, hogging all that was mine and redefining me to myself. I was moody, understandably so, and irrational. My relationships suffered, and it was hard to give love when I felt like I was hemorrhaging the essence of who I was.
The thing about living with pain is that sometimes you miss out on celebrating special days, because of pain, fatigue and/or other complications. When you are finally well enough to celebrate the after-party clean up has already been done.
This Valentines (week), we are taking time to celebrate the MVPs who are constant through the pain, those who are present, pillars of strength, voices of encouragement, bearers of hope even when they do not fully understand the pain that we undergo.
For those who help us feel like roses: soft, beautiful, vulnerable, dainty and precious, when in reality we feel like thorn bushes, horrible to be around, offensive, not the best to look at and dull.
We celebrate you and we thank God for you. Thank you for being in our lives and loving us. Our journeys are a little easier because of you.