I remember a time when my body was healthy and complete, like a big comfy quilt that was free of holes and frays. It provided me warmth, security, and unending comfort. My quilt was the same, day after day, and I never gave it much thought. Then one day sickness came knocking, much like an unwanted house guest who plans to stay" FOREVER"! That's when the quilt began to change and no longer looked in pristine condition. My quilt became tattered and torn with each new phase of my disease. I've had to patch my quilt quite often, and after several years it looks rather pitiful . Every patch represents my health, from knee replacements to spasmodic dysphonia and every malady in between. One day I was thinking about my life and the many patches I have acquired, and I came to the conclusion that each patch is precious. They represent strength, determination, faith, hope, pain, and so much more. So as new patches are added I need to cherish and love my quilt, because it is me. And that's okay.
What does your quilt look like?