A year ago, I posted a pic of me celebrating my daughter's graduation from uni, and used that excuse to highlight some of the "invisible" things that go on behind the scenes for all of us with these illnesses.
This weekend, my daughter returned to recieve her Master's award and I was thrilled both for her, and because it would be the first time I would be away from home (barring hospital stays) since then.
But this time, there are no pictures. Because this time, I spent the entire weekend in my hotel room. Waking on the morning of the ceremony, I was gripped by agonising abdo pains that grew steadily worse. After two hours, I was curled in a foetal position on the bathroom floor. The ceremony came and went, then the college lunch. By this time, I was drenched in a cold sweat and retching with the pain. Dearest daughter, luckily, was spared witnessing all this, as she'd stayed elsewhere overnight - so she just got my apologetic texts.
The pain finally eased by mid-afternoon, but I was in no state to do anything but lie in bed till the next day.
I came home yesterday, feeling more depressed and hopeless than I have done since the whole malarkey started 3 years ago.
Yeah. So. No picture tells the story.