On March 14, 2020, I got sick and never got better. This year’s Covidversary hit especially hard because it fell on a Saturday, just like when it all started.
As silly as it may seem, I got myself a cake to commemorate the day—inspired by
@emilyeff who did the same for hers. Ironically, the cake shifted in the box on the way home, and, like me, was damaged on one side. Normally this would have frustrated me, but here it felt appropriate.
I wish I could have shared this cake with others, made it a proper grief ritual like the kind
@priyaparker @brenebrown and
@katecbowler talk about. But society wants to forget the losses of the past 6 years, including the 20+ million (and counting) Americans like me who are sick with Long C0V1D with no approved treatments or cures.
While I know science still needs to understand what is happening in our bodies, I wish society were better equipped to support and include those of us in the NEIS (No End in Sight) Void—like
@megan.mish.mash has talked about, making chronic-illness-diagnosis showers a thing.
So much of this grief and loneliness could be avoided, if we lived in a society that wasn’t built on ableism.
[ID: 1) a photo of a vanilla cake from
@isgropastries with white icing and blue and yellow flowers and blue writing that says “6 years of heartache” slide off center on a round piece of gold cardboard 2) photo of same cake showing a smashed side 3) slice of the same cake with a lot candle in it on a glass plate]