Monday, February 4, 2013
My sister came for a visit today, bringing with her a yummy scone from a place called Pomegranate. I heard lovely stories about her incredible daughters and loving, (younger) husband. I wish we lived closer so we could do it more often but I sure appreciate what I do get! My brother has been down with the flu or some awful upper respiratory sickness. He is supposed to go back to Minneapolis to visit our dad this week, so I told him to stay home and get well and visit me on his return.
What’s hardest for me is knowing how much to share with my family regarding both my symptoms and my feelings about my ever degrading health. I used to hold back because they would try and “fix” it, as they all feel so badly about it. It’s not that now. They know it can’t be fixed, they know that all I need is an ear on occasion. I mean, I have my blog and they could be reading it, I really don’t know. I share what I do on this blog because other people are going through the same thing and it’s good to know you aren’t alone. Of course, we don’t want other people hurting; it’s not like we read it and think “Yea! Other people are in agony!” Being isolated physically is one thing; feeling isolated from the world because we think we are the only one with this or that ailment is quite another. Before the Internet, I’m sure it was a million times harder emotionally. But I digress.
When I feel like the men on the chessboard have stood up and are telling me where to go, or feel like I’ve eaten some kind of mushroom and my mind is moving low,, w and the white knight is talking backwards, and the red queen is “off with her head”, it’s then, that I have trouble remembering what the dormouse said (feed your head). Had to borrow a little from “White Rabbit” there, sorry.
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