This is what my arm looks like right now after the port needle came out a few minutes ago.

My arm is fine — nothing particularly alarming,

mostly just tape residue and a little blood and bruising around the port itself.

None of this is big deal in the scheme of life,

but this photo is just one example of the countless little knawing details those of us who are chronically ill go through every day.

Little details that’s part of our struggle to stay alive.

And we embrace it because we have no choice; it’s either embrace and accept to make the best of it,

or get lost into bitterness and depression…