May God bless you.

I'm reminded of when I was in the rehab hospital right after the stroke. There was a man there who seemed to be struggling a lot. I asked my PT, who said, "His problem is that he won't work. He wants us to fix him. We can't. We can show him, but he has to do it himself."

I tried to learn from that guy's attitude, and work my hardest to improve. When my PT would ask if I thought I could do some new task, I'd say, "Let's find out."

Then again, I was 300 miles from home, and I wanted desperately to get well enough to travel home!

It's good that your faith comforts you. My first year was very difficult, mostly because of pain. I would pray, "Okay, Lord, I guess I won't get a miracle cure. But I'm at the end of my rope here. Help me get over this hurdle, then the next, and the next." Those prayers were answered, just barely. Enough to keep me going, anyway.

And keep your sense of humor! It helps. There were times when if it weren't for humor, my wife and I might not have made it.