Maybe, for the first time in twelve years, as she came forward trembling, this unnamed woman felt seen. Seen not through the eyes of someone who would identify her by her illness, seen not as someone who was simply a burden who had to be taken care of, seen not for her potential or dis-potential, but truly…seen. Being healed of her disease was a beautiful gift, but that alone was not what freed her from being a burden, or being the one who pushes through…
