Today I was watching one of those tv channels at the doctors office. It was a segment about child care givers. So sad to see children taking care of their sick parents. I was so struck by this and really felt for these kids. I have had just the tiniest taste of this with my daughter. For quite some time she had to be my helper. It wasn't anything as severe as what these kids were dealing with. I was still able to get things done here and there, run my errands and take care of things in the home. She did have to help me on my bad days though. On the days I spent in bed, couldn't prepare food for us or clean up after myself. I felt so terrible having her do the things for me that I should have been doing for her.

The reason I have to go over these things over and over is so that I don't forget what it was like. I want to always remember how sick I was and how far I have come. I look back and I am so thankful for my health and being able to get out of bed and STAY out of bed. To be able to be out and about without a severe backlash the next day. To be able to help others get and stay healthy is now my mission in life.