Hi,
Through all my health problems never once have I wonder why it is me that has to go through all this. I do wonder why I'm still alive and fighting the untreatable and incurable. I can't say it is the zest for life that keeps me going, more likely I'm proving the theory that only the good die young! It may be inherited as my mother lasted 6 years after being allocated a month to live. Then again it could be as simple as my brain doesn't have enough grey cells left to know when to quit. At the end of the day I consider myself lucky that I'm able to push through the pain barrier each day, ignore this crippling disease with all it's symptoms attacking me and survive on essentially bread and water. I'm told by the experts I'm physically stronger and have better mobility than is normal for my age, there I was thinking I was into early muscle depletion and suffering from compromised everything. Amazing what the body can do in the face of adversity with a lot of determination and healthy dose of bloody mindedness. Surely a case of mind over matter.
Finally figured out, I must be the living dead at midnight, neither yesterday, today or tomorrow, but a part of me in each zone. Yeah, I know the grey cells are running a muck, but at least they still can run!
Take care.
Cheers