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?
The best thing to do now is to simply pass on, to those who can still benefit, two little bits of wisdom I've acquired over the past many years, and that is don't ever get old, but also realizing the inevitability of life, never forget
the future is just a concept we use to avoid living today
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Live for the moment, don't dwell on the past (learn from it or let it go) and don't worry about the future because nothing exists beyond this present moment. :-)
It's also a lot easier when it's only yourself you have to worry about.
BIG SIGH!