There are some things I feel so strongly about, and I am thankful of having a stubborn nature that makes me dig in and not waiver. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever. One of them is loosing my grace in this difficult and wearing condition. To me grace means my self esteem, my pride, my ability to deal with things nicely, to be considerate, kind and not loose patience. I fight hard to retain all these things whilst this condition does it best to out run me. I won't loose, I am far too determined. It would be like a vat of molten treacle in front of the entrance to Tiffany's, a bit sticky but no chance of stopping me.