It's like a toothache. You can't escape the constant reminder of your loss. You have to be busy with an objective, a goal. This replaces the opportunities to think about your problems and forces you to concentrate on work.

Living a disabled life is like walking across a never ending dessert. You can't stand still, it's a constant battle and there's little sign or hope of relief.

On this journey you meet many. Some will walk with you and keep you going most will be distracted and leave, despite promises. The traveller has to keep walking. The choices are limited and pleasures few. Hope, faith and love are your true friends. Never rob or deny another any of these.