I have none. He thinks it is only a temporary set back and is convinced that the medics (in time) will solve it and I will be back, fighting fit. I am not so certain. It has gone on so long.
As a consequence I am not walking in the mornings. Do I miss it? Not really. It took a lot of muster to get myself out there, especially when it is cold wet and windy. And the dark has always unsettled me. But I do miss the rush of power in my legs, the striding, the fresh air against my face and feeling exercised. I am made still. And must make the best of it.
They caught us in bed and all ruffled. And she the picture of health and happiness. I am glad, truly. But she always leaves me dislodged. It is my doing not hers. Let me be accepting of all that is. And be grateful. For there is so much love in my love. I am held and safe. And so many are not. Sadly.
