So it has been six years since I've written in this blog. And man, has a lot happened. I skimmed some of my old posts but it was just too painful to really read and comprehend them. I had such hope back then that things would get better and we would one day find ourselves on the other side of this. I had hopes that my children would have a normal future, would get to attend school and make friends and do all those normal healthy kid things.
Now I know, all these years later that none of that was meant to be. My children have gotten sicker and sicker, to where they're almost as sick as me, and I am so much sicker than I used to be, sicker than I could ever have imagined before. I never knew I would get so much worse or that my children would become as sick as me.
A lot happened to make it this way, with proper family support from outside our little trio of nobodies, we might have stood a fighting chance. Just someone to believe us and emotionally support us would have made a world of difference. Oh, yes, that's right, we're a trio now. My husband passed away in 2020, leaving us completely alone and unfriended in the world because my family doesn't care at all what happens to us and his family certainly doesn't either. So we're just a lonely trio of very sick, rapidly declining Moldies trying to hang on to enough health and wealth to keep going another day.
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