When the minor symptoms first appear she denies them, downplays them, brushing them aside
She refuses to believe that Sickness shall soon be her closest companion
When she can so longer deny that Sickness has a stronger will than she does anger and frustration settle in and become her companions as well
But they are a burden too heavy to carry; after a short time Sickness overwhelms them, too
After several days of being confined to her bed she realizes this and begins to bargain
If I can only be well be by tomorrow I will...
But Sickness has taken what it wants--her health
It wants nothing else
The understanding of this sinks in; there is simply no bargaining to be done
A sense of defeat overcomes her, self-pity and short temperedness set in enveloping not only her but her loved ones, too
Soon it's apparent that those she loves are sick of her being sick; the concerned inquiries offering assistance are now tired, thinly-veiled exercises in basic care
Anything special about this situation has passed
Finally, as Sickness continues to colour every waking moment she accepts the reality that she has no control
None
When Sickness is done with her, it will move on
And she will gingerly pick up the pieces and return to her life
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