The drunk walking is the worse. I wouldn't mind it so much if I were actually drunk. Boy I miss my martinis. I used to wear 3-4 inch heels all the time and looked like I was stomping down the runway at New York fashion week. Now I 'm lucky if I can make it out of my car without falling in sneakers. I go to the grocery store to buy one thing and use a cart to hold me up. I used to love shopping but now I dread it.

I always say things could be worse. Now my job has announced a downsizing and I 'm on pins and needles and I'm worried most about my blood work and MRI's. But other than that, it's the drunk walking and fatigue that gets me down.

Just keep trying to be positive and be thankful for what you can do and what you have. That's how I make it through the day. My puppy only weighs 4 pounds and walks me when I take her for a walk but I love her to death.