Ginny is a very common name and as a person who believes that your name should fit who you are, I don't find it fitting. Especially now... I met Ginny almost 8 years ago when I responded to a craigslist ad for a new job. After much negotiating she decided to take a chance with me. Two weeks and 95 miles later I became her employee and she became my best friend (well, not that quickly but you get the idea).
In the last 8 years I've seen her grow from someone who was scared of stepping out of the shadows to someone who shines at the opportunity for new experiences. I've seen her thrive, find herself, lose her mind, love her kids like it's nobody's business, dance the night away, and have her heart shattered more than once. We share our lives, our kids, our laughs, our horrifically funny online dating stories, and our utter happiness for the other's success.
I've seen her sick, REALLY sick with tumors, take a basket full of medications, the ridiculous side effects of those medications, and finally get better, rock the nights away. Last year though was the hardest. An attack of pancreatitis left Ginny in the hospital for months. Seems like a long time for pancreatitis right? It is. But when you develop severe infections, pneumonia, and almost die it does take time to heal. But Ginny never healed from that. I kept waiting to see that laughing face full of life come back like she always has. But she didn't. She was so sick when she left the hospital she couldn't stand up on her own and could not hold down solid foods. She went back to the hospital again, and again, and again. Each time with more questions than answers, more depression and less light.
Today my best friend finally got some answers at least. Not good ones she says, but answers. Her official diagnosis is Auto Immune Disease, Multiple Sclerosis, and Depression. I asked her if the shaking in her right arm was because of the MS. It's not. They are still going to do a full brain scan to determine why the right side of her face is numb, why her voice shakes when she speaks, and why she can't keep her arm still. Today was hard for her but I didn't how hard it would be for me. Because over the 8 years no matter how bad it's gotten I've always seen her shine brighter than any illness, any pain, any heartache. Today for the first time I didn't see my best friend, I saw the disease.
Ginny has to go to physical therapy for 3 hours every day now. Someone that used to laugh and out dance any one at the club now has to have a walker. Because of the MS she is not able to stand up on her own sometimes or walk very far.
As of 2 weeks ago her doctors have told her she is no longer permitted to work. And she needs to be focusing on her health, not how she's going to make the next electric bill payment or be able to feed herself and her daughter! Any help would mean the world to her even though I know it's a stab to her pride. The money would go towards her bills, groceries, and medical procedures.
No, Ginny the Warrior Princess makes more sense to me.
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