I visited my mum today.

Apparently the leg issue I talked about in my previous post was actually a serious one. It took three to four years. Sometimes I missed school, sometimes I joined the prep class of the hospital while waiting for doctors' appointments. Other times, I joined school by midday or later, whenever we returned from the hospital. My Mum's teaching career was the biggest casualty. She lost a job, because of absenteeism, obviously. She lost another offer for the same reason. By the time the episode was coming to a close, she just wanted to do anything that could earn her money. She's been a trader ever since. My dad was not in the picture at all, all through this period

Not wanting to go into details of how I recovered, my leg has been great ever since. The only was time I felt leg pains, I was in Salvation Army and it's because I was standing too long.

I was close to tears today. But I held it back. I'm grateful for all God has done for me. Angels in human form supplying money/advice when needed. 

I'm counting my blessings, fear of the future and depression can't cope.