Writing - I am

I am what I am , tired up in a Moni for a least 17 years now. Alone with thoughts pain and feelings without any other support , than a nurse and a beloved son looking after me.

How to wake up and realise , that a life with cancer and a little tumor  could make such ravage in One`s life. As it did in my life. All that running around in cirkels where everyone knew, except from me.

Because of circumstances - I lost memory ,  which little by little came back and still do , so I today know why they looked at me as a Fool. But they have one excuse . They did not know how come and what happened to me.

Zia Winnie xxx