There's nothing like a dose of perspective to kick your ass into line.
I admit, I've been kind of on the down side of my depression cycle, lately. Not going to go into why or anything, because it doesn't really matter.
And y'know, it's not like I don't see people every single day who are far worse off than I am. I mean, I live in Sacramento, after all. We've got homeless people out the wazoo. Not a day goes by that I don't walk past several of them.
But I don't know these people. And while I can feel sorry for them, their personal plights don't really hit me that hard. Sad to say, but it's true.
Tonight, though, I had a late date with Lilith. And during the course of our dinner conversation, I asked how her health was. Lilith, you see, was diagnosed with relapsing/remitting multiple sclerosis back in November. At that time, she had no brain lesions. As of two weeks ago, she had two.
Her doctor said that this is not uncommon... that many M.S. sufferers will rapidly acquire lesions, then go for a long time with no growth... it cycles. On the other hand, sometimes this quick progression indicates a rapid degeneration. It's too early to tell which it is, yet.
She's still able to jog. Her doc says that when she can't, anymore, then he'll change her diagnosis accordingly. Meaning, from relapsing/remitting to progressive.
Lilith is twenty-nine years old. She has two young children and the promise of a great life ahead of her.
Provided this disease doesn't fuck that up for her.
Yeah. I've got no cause to gripe.
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