It is nothing compared to what some have to endure. I know this, even as I am enduring mine. My pain. I want to know it. To take it on. Not, I might add, in a war-like, combatitive manner, but to embrace it all. To know its ins and outs, mostly so that I might know when it is passing. I am made crochety by it. And I am sorry for it. I must try harder.
