So many people in pain, so many needing a little encouragement or a word of advice.
Every morning I find myself with one finger poised over the keyboard wondering who to reply to, and, as the morning passes on realise that I haven’t written anything at all, and all of those clever, witty answers that I had in my head were exactly that, just answers that I had in my head and nothing more.
It was so much easier when I was young, words flowed so much easier, not having to grope in the recess of an invalided mind seeking the right answer.
This forum has become a lifeline to so many people and I agonise when I read so many letters and don’t know how to reply to them or to help.
I see many people are trying to give up smoking, a difficulty that I understand only too well. Each person has his own demons and needs to be treated individually, how does one do that if half a dozen different people are posting the same subject at the same time?
Coming here each morning makes me breathless, I have to cross the sitting room to the desktop computer, I can’t see well enough to use the Laptop anymore, but the trip is more than worth it.
Every post on here has a meaning, there is nothing that is trivial, just people reaching out, just the same as I am, be it for a smile or a tip picked up that will make our lives easier, and who knows better than we do what it is like to struggle to breathe?
I think that this afternoon I am finding myself in La La land or at the very least borderline insanity and blame it on the sun that I believe I saw very briefly a moment ago and as I write is bursting out of the clouds once more . . . . . . . again life is good and at the end of the day just being alive is good enough, and it sure beats the hell out of the alternative.