I've been quite caught up lately with bits swelling that haven't done before, and lumpy things growing and where I go next with meds.....all that sort of stuff. And over the weekend something happened that put it all into perspective.
A friend from my old job who is the same age as me (49) was out running. He loved to run - super fit - triathlons, marathons - all that sort of stuff. He was knocked down by a cyclist but felt OK, so they both went on their way. Later on, he didn't feel so great and was admitted to the local hospital before being transferred to the Neuro unit in Edinburgh with a serious brain injury. He was pronounced brain dead and held on life support pending organ retrieval for donation.
So, super fit Peter, who only went out for a run, is dead. And I'm a bit rickety, but I'm still here......
Just made me think that living inside this awful disease can make it hard to see much further than the next lot of tablets. I really need to make the effort to look at the pluses and try not to get so caught up with the minuses.