I have lost so many things during the last four years of worsening of my illness. Ability to work, friends, hobbies etc.
On one hand I have to accept the losses without bitterness, and on the other slowly try to regain not the same things I have lost, but perhaps other things and abilities I haven’t had my eye on before.
I can be wrong, but I’m feeling I’m slowly on the mend. My bladder is functioning again, and I feel at ease.
I mean: at the bottom of the well, the only way out is up.