Dear Body,

Dear Body,
I owe you my life.
Every day I see others whose have given out, will no longer support them, become their enemy. I know that I am lucky to have you while I can.
You allow me to comfort others, to hold them in their last and most vulnerable moments.
You have amazing strengths, that many people will never know. You allow me to lift, push, pull others twice or three times my size.
You have been struck, kicked, bitten and grabbed by others whose bodies and minds are no longer their own and yet you do not take offense.
Some days we have to run and run and run to keep others safe and you provide us with that speed.
I, time and again, expose you to sickness, fatigue, viruses and disease, but you have built for me iron immunity, and you continue to critique it every day.
I abuse you to no end; you get little sleep for days at a time, you are not fed or watered healthily or often enough, sometimes you do not sit for 12, 14, 16 hours.
Although you are strong, sometimes my mind and spirit cannot keep up with you and you are poisoned, sedated, intoxicated.
I know that others my age are often unhappy with, find fault with, even hate their bodies, and very occasionally I forget and I do to.
But then I remember how blessed I am for the strength and ability that you give me, and that most do not know in their daily lives and I am grateful.
You are my livelihood.
Gratefully and Sincerely,
Nurse