Continuing further on the distinction between pain and suffering. On Monday, when I was feeling sure that the pain in my hips was arthritis, rather than metastatic bone cancer, I found that the physical pain itself lessened. I was much more able to walk. I also found myself being profoundly joyful about the possibility of crippling rheumatoid arthritis, which shows again how suffering is so relative.
However it has turned out to be, in fact, the bone mets that are causing the pain. But what the heck. That felt really bad yesterday, but today extra help with pain killers and crutches means I’ve had a pretty good day, and done what I wanted to do today. What could be better than that?