LIVING WITH MCL

It's been nearly 2 weeks since my last post. I can't remember having gone that long before without posting at least something. Even after declaring, almost 2 years ago to the day, I wasn't going to post much anymore . The truth is, I simply can't find the motivation to write about much anymore. I couldn't even get motivated about yesterdays  bombings in Boston , and I could have found plenty to comment about, had I the desire. Maybe it's the weather, or aybe I've reached that, so called, 5th stage of grief, realizing there's nothing I can do about the inevitable. So why bother? I think it goes something [exactly] like this Que Sera Sera, What ever will be will be, The future's not ours to see, Que Sera Sera What will be, will be Who knows if I'll post again? I probably will. (I have to keep my advertisers happy after all :) ). I just don't know when.

It's been over 11 years since my diagnosis of MCL. It's been so long, much like my birthday, I chose not to even think about it. The only thing birthdays are good for is knowing how soon you'll be eligible for Medicare (less than 2 months for me now), and what new discounts I'm eligible for from local, regional or national retailers. Birthdays are nothing but a reminder of why that new pain you woke up with, or acquired during the day, for no apparent reason, is now making you miserable. Worst of all, birthdays are a reminder things aren't going to get any better. They're a reminder of why you can't do what you were once able to do. The mind is willing (at least in my case), but the body just doesn't want to respond. We are of course all different, and many can withstand the inevitable longer than others. Heck, I even know a few, which makes this even more disheartening. Oh well, such is life! I could go on complaining more, but what would be the point? ...