My 20 years-old daughter got tattooed today. I am not overly crazy about my child putting ink on her skin but she is an adult and can choose what to do with her body.
However when she showed me her tattoo, I just teared up and started to cry for a good 10 minutes . Not just for the memory of her when she was little that this brought back. The message "Your battle is my battle" just reminded that no matter how debilitating our disease may be, we are not alone in this.
So I wanted to share this with you all, my partners in this battle that we share. I wish us all the best as well as all the family members that support us through thick and thin.