I love my family to pieces, but I have not been a fan of big family gatherings for years.
It's hard to maneuver when I am in a crowd.
It is also hard to hear unless someone is talking straight to me. Even if someone is talking to me, background noise makes it so hard. I have to strain so hard to pick up even scraps.
Tonight as I sat quietly through dinner unable to join in the boisterous conversation, I realized another issue: I can see the progress of my disease all too clearly.
I used to be able to take part in our dinner-table talk or group games.
Like so much in my life, "used to" is the key phrase.
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