Missing out

Recently on holiday, with my lovely new knees I was able to scale three quarters of the way to the top of a really steep forest trail to see a wonderful view. But the steepness and difficulty of scaling the root-ridden path meant I couldn’t make it all the way (it would have taken six firemen to get me down) and I felt I’d missed out as DH and the others puffed, wheezed and struggled noisily on up.

Then, sitting alone in the silence with the guide who had been allotted to stay with me, I felt the forest around, and his gentle description of all that was there was worth far more than the view from the top.

In my forties I had a really badly slipped disc which left me unable to walk or sit for many months. I missed out on a lot then, but it was the effect on my family and the things they missed because it which hurt at the time. They now tell me the freedom they enjoyed because I couldn’t see what they were up to more than made up for it!

I’m sure you’ll be up to other things while you’re left alone GA, but missing your DGS’s dedication is a real bummer. Can someone with a smartphone do a live link for you?

Sorry to hear you haven't been well granny activist. Health stuff has got in the way of my ability to join things like the march in London yesterday, or to join friends on a trip to London to an exhibition. I've decided that's just how it will be at times and I'm not going to let myself feel left out or disgruntled. I treat myself to something instead, book, bar of chocolate, under a blanket on the sofa. Or, if I can, a massage. Self indulgent but very pleasant.
Hope you're soon fighting fit again x

grannyactivist, I'm sorry to hear you have been ill. I enjoy reading your posts.

I know exactly what you mean. I have been very unwell for the last six months, and have missed out on so many things, unable to leave the house for weeks on end.

There was a post on the Pedants thread about the difference between empathising and sympathising, well I certainly can empathise with you.
I go between feeling, hopeful, resentful, frustrated and sad!

However, as usual BradfordLass has words of wisdom. Enforced rest is essential to recovery. I was my own worst enemy and didn't do as I was told, neither resting when I should, nor cutting back on activities.
A part of me is actually glad I have been ordered to rest by the medics, I am now guilt free!

Grannyactivist, it will take time, baby steps, but it will happen.
Things may not be the same as they were, but we are strong women and will find a way through.

I was about to respond, but cataloguing all the things I cannot do because of this newly assessed disability, is too depressing.

I know how disheartening it is grannyactivist, so I simply wish you a good recovery and lots of good things ?

It's important to you and that's the point - and all that matters.

It's sad to miss things and feel on the outside, even if you know (and isn't it wonderful when you do?) you'd be warmly welcomed if you were able to attend.

Just see this as god-given time to rest and recover and be glad of it. To everything there is a season...'

There's always another event coming up