love, love, love

I gripe about being ill, but blessings have emerged from this muck.

I am grateful for my beloved, who has been as supportive a partner as one could desire. Short of actually providing nursing services, he is Right There, mentally when physically is impossible.

I am grateful for my friends, who have rallied admirably as well! Darlings, I know I’ve been down for a long time, but I swear I’m not out, and I think of you so fondly. I have a long life of gratitude to lead yet. I’ll thank you all if it takes me the next sixty years.

I am grateful for my family, who do provide everyday help. When I’m not up to cooking, someone else cooks. My mother’s been helping me bathe; showers, I’m afraid, are out due to balance issues, but baths I can almost manage, unless I need to do my hair. Then I need Mum. Dad’s been great about the emotional end, and stability in general. We’re rebuilding trust and it’s coming at just the right time.

If I have to be in this for the long haul, at least I am being hauled along by people who care.