I’ve spent endless hours in specialists’ waiting rooms, had more blood drawn than I like to think of, and spent a small fortune for medicines that only made me feel bad in a different way. I’ve felt like hell, and I’ve gone through times when hope was nowhere in sight. But I’m here now. I’m healthier than I’ve ever been, and hope and I are tight. My poor health instigated so much positive and beautiful change in my life. No matter how horrible those years were I wouldn’t give them up for anything in the world. Stay strong, my friends!