It is that time of year again. It is the anniversary of my contracting CFS. I was in the middle of my first competitive season of figure skating. Yup, me, a 40+ fat chick was competing against other adults on the ice and getting medals doing it. Then the virus struck. My kid brought it home from school. He got better. I didn't. And here I am three years later on my forth anniversary.
The good news is is that I'm doing better than I was last year. I'm more active. I'm managing to read a bit more. I have about equal good and bad days now rather than them all being bad. I'm walking short distances unassisted, 25-50' typically. With the occasional 100' jaunt about once a month when I get really restless. I can walk the perimeter of my yard most days. This would have sent me to bed in a three day crash a year and a half ago. So I'm seeing progress.
The thing that made me really happy this spring is that I got to go into Boston proper for my birthday dinner. I got to eat at my favorite french restaurant for the first time since getting sick. Both of my prior birthdays I had to eat locally since I was too sick to travel. I had a marvelous time and a delicious dinner! It was so wonderful to be out and about even if it was in a wheelchair. For those who are curious I had a beet, hazelnut and goat cheese salad followed by duck a la orange and chocolate mousse for dessert. YUM!
Progress. Baby steps. Patience. And hope!