Dear Body of Mine,
I feel the need to write a love letter to you today as I am filled with absolute pride, respect, admiration and gratitude towards you.
Contrary to what my book cover is stating, I do not feel betrayed by you anymore.
I have grown up hating you from that first night you were abused when you were still developing.
I was disgusted by you to the point of hurting you on purpose, blaming you for everything.
You have carried me through decades of horrendous pain and suffering and yet you always rebound stronger than before.
You have carried and delivered 5 beautiful children without complaining.
You have endured long complicated surgeries, undergone burning radiotherapy sessions and horrible chemotherapy cycles and yet you bounce back and allow me to live on.
You have been put under extreme stress over and over again, without moaning to me while you were never allowed to rest.
Your limits have been tested for days, weeks, months, years and decades, only for me to survive because you knew very well that I would survive, no alternative option to that.
I am forever thankful to you and vow to love and care for you as I always should have done.
I am sorry that I couldn’t see your true value until now. You are the most precious asset in my life.
With everlasting love, Mary
