The point is that we chose to live at a functional level. We do the best that we can. I still volunteer, (though less) I still run the business, have animals, my mother-in-law, my step-son, foster kids (though all "grown" ) etc, etc but I chose to take meds whereby when I can sleep. I wake in the morning and want to live. It's hard to want to live in increasing pain. But when you really think of dying, boy you want to live badly, it's weird.
Well, I guess its not really weird, its normal. We all want to live, we just don't want to be in pain all the time. We want to be able to plan our days and follow through without winding up in the car back seat crying. I'm doing so much more now that I have the right meds for me. God Bless my doctor. I hope he hangs in there with me.
Helen, you have helped so many people. You should be proud of yourself. You are there for your children and for us on the board and for your husband, God Bless Him, too. Love, Sally