Matter Of Luck

Many people say that when you get dealt the bad hands in life, it makes you appreciate all the good things you have. I'm hoping that for most people, that is true. I know for me it is.

Sometimes I feel like my luck could not get any worse. I have not even bothered to count how many different medical conditions I have, all confirmed by the doctors, which just seem to keep coming and coming. It seems like a pile of bricks fell on top of me, and every now and again another few bricks will fall, just as I'm climbing out of the pile. A very frustrating time.

On the other hand, sometimes you just have to stop and look at what is happening in the world around you. This weekend, I noticed just how much my partner looks after me, trying to make sure I'm as comfortable as possible, that I have everything I need, knowing when to take my pain killers, and most of all, that I'm happy. Little things may not always be notable, but they certainly count. There isn't necessarily any need for big gestures to make someone happy.

My partner means the world to me, and I know that I mean the world to him too. He goes out of his way to make sure that I'm alright, or at least that I'm alright as can be. This isn't just a struggle for me, it's a struggle for him too, and just like the way he'll never understand what these conditions are like, i'll never understand what it's like to look after someone in chronic pain.

Life can be a matter of luck. This time I know I was lucky enough to fall into the hands of my partner.