Dear Pancreas,
Where do I start? Probably with an apology. I’m so so sorry for ever thinking anything bad about you, and for blaming you for not being fully functional.
Truth of the matter is that you did your best, and you pushed yourself for as long as you could. It took me a long time to see that you have worked so hard for thirteen years, and then some more until you finally gave up.
You were never the villain in my story. You were never the reason for all the bad parts of it. You were never deserving of all my hatred. You deserved all of my love, kindness, and most of all my gratitude.
You’ve made me strong, capable, independent, responsible, and somewhere worthy of the kindness of strangers. You’ve shown me pain, suffering, and lots of bad days. But you have also shown me healing, resilience, patience, and a rejuvenation of myself.
You beat yourself up so you could provide me a decade and half of normalcy. You ensured that I was capable before burning out. You were, in your own way, looking out for me, and I genuinely don’t know how to repay that debt.
I have nothing but gratitude in my heart for you. Thank you from every fibre of the being you reside in for everything you have taught me.
I love you today, and forever.
Yours in debt, Prachi
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