If it sums it up, I’m already crying whilst writing this and I’ve only done a total of three sentences. I’m crying because I’m proud of myself for surviving, and I’m crying because I’m traumatised by what I have survived.
2024 I think has been one of, if not the hardest year of my life. Which given how 2020 and 2021 was for me, it says a lot.
My health has been split, some of my illnesses have been the best they’ve been in years, some have reached new lows.
I have had more trips to hospital this year alone than any previous years combined (though at least none of the admissions were as long as the seven month one before).
An abscess and a lingering infection of it, a bad kidney infection following months of UTIs, just under a four week admission due to no longer tolerating any oral intake in which I got an NJ tube which has led to so many more admissions because my tubes have been very problematic. Six new tubes in four months and a further two times it kinked and needed manipulation in endoscopy or A&E. So many other things, such as family member deaths, care struggles etc.
But whilst I’m leaving 2024 with a feeding tube, I’m also leaving with an incredible accessible annexe, a beautiful loving cat, still running my small card business @bykatiecards and improvements in the ME aspect of my health which meant I had my first two outpatient hospital appointments (which were the first non emergency trips out of the house) in just under four years. And then I went out and up the road for the first time in over four years. This was a non medical trip in my wheelchair which was just unbelievable.
And I can say I have survived it. So have you. Im proud of me, and of you. Here’s to 2025