MMMNAVY said...
I miss my parents. I miss my friends. I miss having a man in my life. I miss being able to work and go to school full time. I miss being able to bench over 230 lbs. I miss being able to run a marathon. I miss being able to walk normally. I miss being a gym rat. I miss being able to work. I miss being able to eat what I want. I miss not having accidents on a weekly basis. I miss not being in constant pain. I miss having sex. I miss not having to worry about my capability of having children, let alone have the energy to raise them. I miss the fundimental question of my day being when to get up to get everything done, verses will I be able to get up and get anything done. I miss being able to stand up and not worry about passing out or fracturing bones. I miss being attractive enough to model. I miss being in shape. I would be that person that gets a disease that is suppose to make them skinny and I got fat. I miss being a healthy person. I miss being squared away. I miss having a life.
With all that said I feel that having this disease has been a transcendent experience for me in that I have grown as a person and become more compassionate. Indeed I went from being a hard core military officer to being a multi PhD student in a completely different field. I want to make sure that my suffering has meaning. I have learned the fundamental question to ask is “how can I help?”
Sickandlucky, I find even petting the calves (they are there in casts to correct their legs) theraputic (I live very close to vet med center).
Which fields are you in?