Yesterday I was reflecting on chronic diseases, suffering from severe pain that even painkillers do not help.



It is still so sad to realize that my body cannot cope with even its main task - to function without problems, of course, medicine is to blame for this (paradoxically), because without it, my family would not have been able to continue in a certain generation and I would not have inherited this misfortune. At the same time, medicine has sort of coped with preserving life, but not with maintaining the quality of life, and if the first genetic disease requires lifelong pharmaceutical support, otherwise I will die, in general, with pills my body will be able to function in the same format, then the second one is not curable and cannot even be stopped normally and I just need to wait and guess whether I will live to +- 50 years and this will disappear on its own or I will lose the lottery and the predisposition to cancer will turn out to be sideways for me. The worst thing is that I can't influence it in any way. I can only live and wait for the time bomb in my body to go off.



Sometimes I envy people who are completely healthy, but I remember people who were born blind, deaf, without limbs and somehow it lets go. Maybe I won't live as long, but I can feel exactly as much as ordinary, normal people.