Over the past 30 years that I have been chronically ill, I find my tolerance for drama and fighting is almost zero.
It's not that I don't like people, it's just that the more you are surrounded by them, the more involved you become in their problems and their dramas unfolding. These days, I prefer solitude and sharing my life with Chris and our cats.. as for people's dramas etc, I pray for them.
These days, I am so grateful for our home which is a haven to Chris and I. On the days that I don't have to leave my home, you will find me enjoying the peace of homelife. Our cats, Milo and Xena give us not only joy, but peace. I love their purring near me. It's particularly soothing.
Throughout the day you will find worship music playing low accompanied by the noise of the kettle as it boils the water for a cup of tea. It's going almost constantly.
Because of lympedema and peripheral neuropathy in my feet, coupled with severe fibromyalgia, Chris will often massage the fluid from my legs and rub my feet which feel like they are burning. He has done this for years and it is so soothing that I will usually be asleep within minutes.
Chronic fatigue coupled with aging has given me extreme sleepiness and I seem to be unable to function properly without a daily nana nap. I no longer whip myself with false guilt, but have accepted that this is out of my control. It is what it is.
Part of living a peaceful life when chronically ill is to accept that some things will have to go to the wayside, but I try and do as much as spoons allow.
Along with quiet enjoyment of your home, and acceptance comes peace and patience with oneself..
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