A Body at War

My body had become a battlefield. Each system waging war against itself, each day another strike I struggled to survive.

I could feel the muscle wasting away, not just weight loss, but a hollowing, as if my body was consuming itself from the inside out. The mirror no longer reflected the vibrant woman who once walked the shoreline with endless energy. Instead, it showed someone fading, fragile, yet still fighting to hold on.

Kidney function faltered. Stones multiplied. Blood sugar swung like a pendulum, too high, then crashing low, leaving me shaky, faint, and unsteady on my feet. Folate deficiency set in, stealing the very building blocks my cells needed to repair and restore. And through it all, the dehydration gnawed relentlessly, leaving me parched no matter how much water I drank.

It was a slow-motion collapse. Each symptom didn’t just stand alone, they layered, one on top of another, crushing down until I could hardly breathe under the weight of it all.

The cruelest irony? My doctors had once marveled at how strong my labs were when I lived on yogurt, chicken, and pears. “You’re stable, you’re thriving,” they had said. But now, stripped of the very food that had sustained me, those numbers crumbled, plummeting faster than anyone could comprehend.

The truth was undeniable: the pears were never just food. They were medicine. They were fuel. They were life.

And now, without them, my remission was gone, replaced by a terrifying question I could no longer ignore:

How much time do I have before my body can no longer fight this war?

Written By

The Original "Girl In A Bubble"