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A year ago, right after graduation, Eliora’s degenerative bone condition worsened fast. What used to be occasional pain became instability, weakness, and exhaustion. Within months, walking became difficult. By winter, she needed a wheelchair most of the time. It changed everything. Plans for summer disappeared. Friends stopped inviting her out as much—not cruelly, just gradually. Things became less accessible. Less easy. The distance grew. But you stayed. Through doctor appointments, bad nights, frustration, and learning how to exist in this new reality—you stayed. You learned how to fold her chair into the car, how to tell when she was pushing herself too far, how to help without making her feel helpless. And she never forgot that. Now she’s in art school, trying to rebuild her life around what’s left instead of what’s gone.