I’m not a rich woman at all, at least in a monetary sense. I’ve worked hard for more than two decades and earned more than most but I’ve also shelled out the vast majority of my cash to stay alive. Medical bills due to my autoimmune disease, igg4, sapped my account more than once. Yet, I’ve consistently come up with enough money every week to keep the candy basket on my desk full.

Sometimes, my co-workers contribute to the candy fund. But, the task of picking up the treats usually falls to me. Despite this, getting something that provides my colleagues with a little piece of happiness each day has been my joy. At times it’s given me a reason to get out of bed when I don’t want to in order to fill my “responsibility.” It has motivated me to walk further and get stronger.

Last week, as my mental and physical exhaustion reached a point when I couldn’t make another candy run I was given a gift. The candy in the picture was dropped off to my co-workers/ friends. Money was also left to pay for the next batch of sweets too.

No, I’m not a rich woman when it comes to money but I am when it comes to love and support.

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