My daughter had gone through a lot in the past months and helped me out where ever she could. She liked making and bringing me coffee, lying in bed. She helped me out with folding the laundry. And doing groceries is one of her favorite things to help me with.

She is patient and careful. All the times I needed to rest and sleep while she was with me, she was quiet and doing things independently.

We talked a lot about the things that happened because she was scared I would die. The fall did a lot and getting home in an ambulance. But the day there was blood everywhere in the house caused her more fear. By talking about and experience all this, she became a teenager more every day.

The day before Mother’s day, she wanted to buy gifts in the shopping district we are living in. She went shopping. She stayed out for one hour, so I went outside on crutches to find out what she was up to. She was surprised to find me downstairs. She didn’t have enough money to buy what she wanted to. So I gave her my debit card, and she managed to do where she came for.

On Sunday she surprised me with lovely gifts and coffee. Together we made breakfast in bed. Watched a movie.

And in the afternoon, we went outside for a little walk. There were many geese, making a lot of noise and scaring my daughter.

Because this blog is written because of the lovely and beautiful person my daughter is, the borders are in rainbow colors, her favorite!

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DAPHNE IN STOCKINGS is a writer with a blog telling her story about surviving blood clots, living with FVL, blood thinners, and stockings. And coping with Covid-19 twice in 2020. She's telling her story about building resilience in a physical and mental struggle to heal.