Being grateful for the little things, is one of the few gifts that FM brings us. How many of us, when healthy, just take our energy and ability to accomplish things, for granted ? If having FM has done nothing else for me, it has made me realize, just how precious the ability to do anything, really is.
FM for me, is only one, in a long list of bodily insults. I have lived with some kind of limitation or other, most of my life. I was diagnosed with arthritis for the first time, at age 16. I had a knee blow out, at age 23, ovarian cysts, that created years of pain and debility, until a total hysterectomy at age 25. Then of course, the joys of menopause.
And so very much more but I think you get the idea, and I had learned to live with each new challenge and over all, manged to overcome, or learn to adapt to them, then FMS struck. Needless to say, while I have learned adaptations to this new insult, there is, at least not yet, no way to overcome it.
Now, I tell you all of this, not to invoke pity, but to make a point. That all of these things, can make one honestly appreciate, the days when things work, when you have energy to do most of the things you had planned, when just the simple act of reaching for something, that today, didn’t create extra pain, is something to be savored, for the gift that it is.
It is said, we never fully appreciate, the absence of pain, until something like FM hits and we never know a day, without it … again. So we savor the little things, the small victories, in a way that the healthy, can never really understand.