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Pink Popsicles

Lately, I have been thinking about that little four-letter word; HOPE.


Over the years, my various health challenges have had me on deaths’ door, fearing for my mobility and made me feel like I was losing my mind (thank you, prednisone).


Without hope, it would be easy to feel crushed.


Sometimes it was small things that kept me going. As a kid, when the nurse would bring me a pink Popsicle I liked the colour that it made my tongue. It reminded me of carefree summer fun. I looked forward to being happy-go-lucky again.


When I left the hospital after my first extended stay, the world never looked brighter. The October sky was brilliantly blue and the sun was blinding - the air felt crisp and clean. It was like I was in a Disney movie: magical.


I felt like I was wearing Technicolor glasses; I was brimming with hope.


It reminds me of the following quote:

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“Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.” – Laini Taylor







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