My hero, Johan. We have had, and we still have, so many ups and downs, because here it comes: I am very (very) sick. Johan always told ME: Sandra, you've showed me what love is. All I can say is: THAT man has showed me what true fucking crazy loco fantastic love is. What he's done for me is... Pure love.
I'm 38 and it's about time I start taking care of myself, which means GO TO A DOCTOR and tell the whole story. I used to think taking care of myself meant to leave everyone else out, doctors included (only went to doctors a few times to calm down friends/family). Someone who deals with my disease professionally on a daily basis, and who knows me since I was born, has recently diagnosed WHAT I suffer from and it helps a lot to know what it is. Now that I know, it's so obvious - everything is hopefully going to fall into place, instead of pieces.
This is going to be a long, life-time long (because it's chronic), struggle that has been a fucking WAR for so many years and hopefully (hopefully) the war is going to be over soon. I can live with the struggle, but this war that I'm at now is about to kill me.
I want to be open about this, and I will tell you more when I'm ready. Until then I will focus on getting better and still post pictures here and maybe not too many personal stories (unless you are interested, sometimes personal stories can be scary, but I hope to help other people by telling my story). Thank you for reading.