This is one of the most sincere things I have ever written about myself. I am at a point in my life where I feel comfortable about sharing it, and for my closest friends this will be the first time you hear it. It’s a story I was afraid to tell, but I hope it can serve a purpose now. This is the last post I will be writing.
In life, there are times when the floor drops from beneath you.
Four years ago I asked if I could leave drawing class early to go to a doctor’s appointment. My instructor at the time asked me if everything was OK, to which I reassured, “Of course, I’m fine, it’s probably not a big deal.”
One hour later I was diagnosed with Takayasu’s Arteritis.