This is like the time calculation “before and after Christ” – for me there is “before and after the diagnosis”.
Before the diagnosis I possessed many fancy things. Things that I no longer need, that I can no longer use. Of course this makes me melancholic or sad. Some things are simply a rational decision.
I sold my surf equipment because it simply lost value over time. But the board I learned to ride I will not give away.
I give my totally chic retro bike – with which I had an accident last year – to my friend.
There are clothes in my closet, great party fiddles, I probably won’t wear them anymore, but I won’t give them away and I won’t sell them either. And there is a shelf (and many drawers) where my high heels are lined up, nice one pair after the other. My shoes are my kids. I don’t tell you how many pair I have. Each pair with a special memory: the one with the bow I wore to the party, the one with the strap were the darlings of my ex, the one from Italy I wore a whole day when I was leading a photo shoot…
Besides, maybe I’will maybe still wearing these. Who knows, a lot happens in research. There are days when these objects make me sad, but I would be poorer of these great memories if I would remove them from my eyes. They remain as a sweet memory and the motivation to move my ass, because who knows, maybe there will be a medicine soon, and then I want to be in good shape. Then I rent the surf equipment and rent the bike.
Photo: willma / photocase.de