It's the little things that count

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Sometimes it's the little things that mean a lot.
Since my diagnosis, I've received many beautiful gifts and keepsakes throughout this shitty journey and they bring me a great deal of warmth and comfort. 
One of my cousins gave me this beautiful necklace and when I wear it, I'm reminded of the support crew I have beside me. 
My cuz has been through the wringer on a different journey and continues to inspire me as she faces the highs, lows and uncertainties of her own health challenges with dignity, strength and pride. The necklace is a visual reminder that shitty things happen all the time but that we can rise up through the shit, plough our way through the steaming turds and just keep going day by day. 
These items below are just some of the lovely gifts I've received from friends, family and colleagues.












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