Shaking so badly I cannot write.
Becoming breathless getting dressed.
Being unable to pick up the basket of wet washing.
Realising changing the bed is beyond me.
No longer being able to eat a three course meal - mostly one course is too much.
Having to accept a strict regime of medication.
That I cannot go out for the day without a wheelchair.
I can only do light cooking.
Housekeeping is limited to one task in a morning or afternoon.
Knowing I cannot offer to babysit my grandchildren as it is not safe.
I cannot go back to the profession I love.
Missing the people I used to work with, adults and children.
Knowing I cannot climb a hill or run down a slope.
Despite all this I am VERY glad I am still alive.