Autumn turned into winter. I started to spike sudden fevers. Without warning, a great fatique would descend on me leaving me unfit for anything but bed. I began having night sweats (and day sweats too). Since Christmas, these symptoms have been frequent, always surprisingly sudden, leaving me frightened and sad.
“This is not going away. This is my life.”
to say it to myself.
"We so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door,
that we do not see the ones which open for us."
Alexander Graham Bell