By Myra Morrison, living with PH
I once was me , funny and witty, generous and kind , quite intelligent, a good listener, creative, a sister, an aunt, a friend, a mum, a nanny, a wife, where have I gone? ,sometimes I can’t find the answer
I have rheumatoid arthritis … even tho every day can be a struggle , and the pain is always present …I’m still me
I have CTEPH… I tire easily , I struggle with breathing when it’s cold , or if it’s very hot , some days I feel very down but I know this will pass … I’m still me
I had a bleed on the brain , I had another PE , then partial seizures …. and now I can’t always remember what I want to say , I forget names of things , I don’t like noise ,or crowded places …. I’m still me
Who am I… I’m still me , funny and witty ,generous and kind, a good listener, creative, a sister, an aunt, a friend a mum, a nanny, a wife
Who am I… I’M STILL ME
AUTHOR COMMENTS:
This poem tries to sum up how I really feel about the health conditions that have come my way