I have a survivor friend who wonders if the physical pain will ever be completely gone. She is tired of damaged nerve endings that torment, of areas that won’t heal after months and months of cajoling, babying, being ever so careful…
I wish I had answers.
A remedy.
The frustration ebbs and flows. Some days it settles in and lingers. Unrelenting.
I am watching someone suffer and unwilling to give pat answers that mean nothing. But some days I ponder if a lie is better than the truth. Harsh reality needs to come in small doses.
We have to let it slowly soak past the here and now.
Layer upon layer.
And keep hoping for the best, that illusive improvement that truly does have a chance but is never a given.
We are not hiding from the truth.
Just creeping along
at a pace we can endure.