Me too.

I've spent the past 9 months or so in Nursing homes as a patient. True, I was put there by mistake, but what an education. I spent the last 4 months with a woman who wanted to die and I watched it, the whole process with Hospice feeding her morphine every 4 hours for 8 days until she did die.

I felt drained and hopeless. I couldn't wait to get out of there. I finally did with the help of a good, Christian woman, who is my friend.

I am now in my own apt again but I'm finding it very difficult dealing with my newly diagnosed diabetes. I have constant nausea and am trying to put together my new life, which seems impossible most days.

I'm buying all the things that I lost through the internet but that seems taxing and endless.

I'm having an especially bad day today because of my blood sugar and find myself dizzy most of the time. I have some control of it but some days it gets away from me. I'm hoping I'll get better at this thing.

I can think of a couple griefs in my 81 yrs....

When my little 5 yr old was killed by a truck, I think of him so much, he would be close to 40 and never had a life.

My other grief is a hip replacement that ended up with many complications and has really changed my life and not for the positive.

Other losses were pretty normal in the whole scheme.

Count your blessings as there are many in our lifetimes.