Every morning browsing the daily posts my heart goes out to those seeking help, advice, or the need of a little understanding, at the same time I can't help thinking of those lurking in the dark corners of the forum too shy or nervous to make themselves known.
It’s hard to answer the posts but some members names become very familiar, people that are here all of the time helping with dignity and understanding. They are the ones that amaze me most, because of in spite of their own ill health, they still have time to chat like a friendly neighbour over the garden fence.
I haven’t got much of a bedside manner myself so I am just as guilty at not replying, instead I make up silly little jottings, quote something hopefully humorous or topical, and do it because there is a warm, homely feeling here and hope that it is appreciated by those that for some reason are unable to contribute themselves.
When I get visitors I always get the inevitable question, "How are you?" of course I mostly feel like hell but reply, "Oh I'm quite well thank you".
Here we are strangers joined at the hip by illness yet able to discuss our problems without fear of embarrassment or upsetting family members.
We need to be able to talk freely without worrying our loved ones and hopefully we shall have the means to do so on here, each of us in our own way for many years to come.
Allan.