“How did you get it?”
My son has asked me that question many times during the ten years I’ve been living with my autoimmune disease.
It doesn’t get any easier to answer, because there really is no answer.
And like most things in my life, things that are hard to understand, things that are hard to make sense of, I try to sort them out by writing about them.
Click here to read my personal essay, “Questions without Answers” recently published at ChronicallyLit.com.
2 thoughts on “Questions Without Answers”
Wendy, This article, once again, presents life wrapped in love and wisdom.
Thank you so much, John! I appreciate your kind words!