In the world of patient bloggers, there’s a lot of talk about what’s fair. And I get, really. It’s not fair that we should have to deal with these diseases. It’s not fair that we should be in pain and exhausted and fight to remember words. It’s not fair that our loved ones should have to watch us struggle to do ordinary tasks. It’s not. I know.
I have days when I strive—and sometimes fail—to accept that. I have days when I just want to stand in the middle of a room, stomp my feet and shout, “But it’s not fair!” Or maybe, “Why me?” Still, usually before long, I see the humour in that image and shake it off.
And honestly, to answer my
whiny unhelpful question with another question, “Why not me?” If not me, then who? I don’t know if it’s just who I am or if the PsA and psoriasis had a hand in making me this way, but I feel like I’m a pretty strong person. Most of the time, I’d say I cope with this just fine. If not me, then maybe the person who would have gotten this in my stead wouldn’t be able to deal with it, wouldn’t have an amazing husband, great doctors, awesome friends and a boss that understands—or at least tries to.
I guess the irony in my life is that I’ve got it pretty good, even with dealing with a chronic, life-altering disease. So, maybe, instead of asking, Why me? all the time, I should do better at appreciating what I’ve got. (But don’t get me wrong—I reserve the right to have a pity party every now and then! It’s part of the membership perks of being a Chronic Babe.)