A thought I woke up with today.

The Road of Chronic Illness   The other day my doctor started me on the road of chronic illness. The road is plagued with many dangers and uncertainties. It's not a smooth road. As I walk along I find there are sticks to trip me and rocks to cause me to stumble. At times the path twist and turn so much that I'm not sure which way I'm going. They are no compasses to help me know the direction I'm going. Occasionally I'll see a sign pointing saying “go this way”. Sometimes I'll see a sign that says you are here but it doesn't say where here is. There are times the road is covered with thick brambles and underground. There are places where the road becomes narrow and almost nonexistent. There are dangerous drop-offs and great chasms to cross. Sometimes I even see a robber on the road threatening to take something precious from me. The road rises and falls as I travel. I feel like the road is never ending as I trudge along. The road feels lonely. But wait, as I looked over to the side I see someone walking next to me. It's my friend. I smiled at her. She motions for me to look behind me. I turn, look and see all my wonderful friends and family. They are there to help me up when I fall. They lend a helping hand in building bridges to cross the chasms. They are there for me to cling to when I feel I can't go on. I find the road not quite as hard with my friends and family right beside me.