At times, I go into bouts of depression; on dialysis, who doesn't?
Recently, I have been grappling with the dreaded bone pain rearing it's head again. In less than two months I embark on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to the US and Canada during which I plan to realize two lifelong dreams. I really don't want to blow it all!
This has caused me to be more worried than usual and yes, become depressed at times. Last night was one such occasion. I was worried whether the pain would allow me a good night's sleep. And as is usually the case, one depressed thought lead to another and another and another.
Just then I got an email from a lady from Dehradun. Her husband has been on dialysis for a while. Most endearing couple. She has been following my blog for some time now and every once in a way I receive an email from her saying hello or checking on some issue. Yesterday's was one small, simple email like most of her emails - she is obviously not very used to computers. Brief, often disjointed thoughts put together with considerable effort using monstrous devices. "Oh! Life was much easier with paper and pen", I can picture her chuckling to her husband!
I broke into a smile on reading the email. "We are very happy to know that you are going on a holiday to the US. How are you going to manage dialysis ( insurance )?" And then an update on her husband's health. The entire depression vanished. I became cheerful again!
The thought that there are people rooting for me in places I have never visited, there are people whom I have never met who are happy about things I do is very reassuring. I have been someone who has always looked for and yearned for affirmation. So, for me to receive this kind of email can be very uplifting.
Thanks so much Mrs. P!
Recently, I have been grappling with the dreaded bone pain rearing it's head again. In less than two months I embark on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to the US and Canada during which I plan to realize two lifelong dreams. I really don't want to blow it all!
This has caused me to be more worried than usual and yes, become depressed at times. Last night was one such occasion. I was worried whether the pain would allow me a good night's sleep. And as is usually the case, one depressed thought lead to another and another and another.
Just then I got an email from a lady from Dehradun. Her husband has been on dialysis for a while. Most endearing couple. She has been following my blog for some time now and every once in a way I receive an email from her saying hello or checking on some issue. Yesterday's was one small, simple email like most of her emails - she is obviously not very used to computers. Brief, often disjointed thoughts put together with considerable effort using monstrous devices. "Oh! Life was much easier with paper and pen", I can picture her chuckling to her husband!
I broke into a smile on reading the email. "We are very happy to know that you are going on a holiday to the US. How are you going to manage dialysis ( insurance )?" And then an update on her husband's health. The entire depression vanished. I became cheerful again!
The thought that there are people rooting for me in places I have never visited, there are people whom I have never met who are happy about things I do is very reassuring. I have been someone who has always looked for and yearned for affirmation. So, for me to receive this kind of email can be very uplifting.
Thanks so much Mrs. P!
