Last time, we had some laughs. It’s always nice to take a break from real life and blow off some steam. Unfortunately, though, as it often does, responsibility comes crashing back in. It’s always easier to deal with it, though, once you’ve taken a break, and it’s a good thing I had one. Therapy, my R.A., the bills, and life in general were waiting for me to pick up where I left off.
This week I want to talk about fear. I‘m not sure why, but my gut says it’s because I am getting older and closer to parenthood, marriage, and all things “adult.” It may just be me, but if I were a betting man, I’d bet that fear is universal in some form or other to all of us who have suffered with disease.
Being chronically ill for a substantial amount of time comes with a multitude of dangers. These dangers vary widely and include things like an increased risk of infection and the inability of modern medicine to treat your disease effectively. I have been harping on one specific danger lately, though. Usually I’d educate myself to help put the fear at east, but there is not much information available on the subject.