Sickness makes One Different

I have had this miserable cold for eight days and counting. I clearly am not "myself", although I am better than I was. I am struck by how miserable I have felt even though I have nothing serious to report. I consider those we know who are battling diseases that are ultimately life-threatening and know that their misery index is so much worse than mind.

The only positive aspect of the situation is that I am preparing for the time when I will join others in a real big medical battle with the powers of death is the sway. Based on my behavior during this week, I have to practice more. I witness the few we know at the moment who appears such towers of strength compared to my complaining about how badly I feel. I think of the hospice patients I have been involved with who typically never complain about their existential plight!

I hope that I can develop the strength evidenced by others. The examples only make me tremble when I consider how poorly I have done with this cold!