The type and severity of the disease and illness I am in would eliminate literally everything you just mentioned except tying flies. Church and my faith are the two things I can do that I will hang on to. On the other side of that coin I do not know the suffering of Christ nor do I pretend to. However, Christ has used these sufferings of mine to teach me how to really, truly appreciate a good day.
If you can get up and look out the door, it's a start on a good day.
If you can dress yourself, feed yourself, it's a good day.
If you can walk 50 feet to your car without dragging your feet, stand erect, get into the car, without tears of pain, retching your guts out, it's looking like it might be a great day.
If you can drive to work, sit at the computer, type info in for the proper shipping of freight to the troops, put the freight labels on the freight, send it to the proper shipping area, drive home, help take care of your son who is still recovering from cancer treatment and now the loss of his thyroid by golly it turned out to be great day.
Of course you are going to take multiple doses of very strong pain medications throughout the day. You are barley able to eat a sandwich, drink some iced tea, take more med before you collapse on the couch.
forget about restful sleep because it ain't going to happen. Between the pain, the pain meds and the PTSD it just will not happen until the day I am dead.
I am not complaining because I am still alive. There are others that are in wore shape than I that need our prayers and thoughts. Just wanted to relate to everyone why I have lost interest in fly fishing amongst other things.
Bob,
You and I have a lot in common. You said things so well there. I am praying for you too brother.