I started here without expectations.

My husband believed I had something to offer this new platform.

I didn't think it would be my companion during difficult times.

I didn't even anticipate those difficulties.

I certainly didn't think it would spark creativity.

I've never claimed to be an artist and still don't.

I most certainly am not a writer.
Yet here I still am a year later, still having a go at both of these things.

Why ?

Because steemit became my world as my world slipped away.

The year that preceded the past year was epic.
I was networked in the community through sporting associations, work, parents, school and a grand charity commitment.

As my health declined those things too diminished to nothing.

My only constants were my enduring husband and children and Steemit.

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Tomorrow I'm going back to hospital.

I need to get better.

I will have Tests. That is all I know.

A new doctor is reviewing EVERYTHING.

Thank you new friends.

I have spoken to one of you for real.
Posted actually snail mail to 2.
And promised but as yet not followed through on a little parcel to 3 others.

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I have read more than once people refer to steemit and The real world.

Yes we are human. We usually like / need the real world physical interactions.

But my next door neighbour doesn't know my name.

Doesn't know my current condition.

Doesn't know I haven't worked for months.

That when we pass in the hallway that, that is the only time this week that I have stepped out the door.

That I spend my time expressing my feelings in amateur rhyming and accompanied doodle drawings.

Didn't rally around me when I needed support.

Steemit did.

People I have never met in the "real world."

Thank you.

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