Up and down days seem to come and go. Something seems to have marred my mood this morning. Watching my daughter take part in her first Race for Life UK cancer research event has brought back bittersweet thoughts about my own struggles with cerebral palsy.
It was a long way back to the car, and as I struggled to walk in the 26-degree heat, I started to feel sorry for myself. I wanted to be back in that familiar place, until such a time I could deal with my feelings.
Of course, I am immensely proud of her, and she has my total support, but I need to find an acceptance on my own experiences and not feel discouraged by my own difficulties. Inevitably, something always comes along to change the way I think and feel about things, then I find myself having to build myself back up again.
As I see my family taking charge of their lives, I sit back and contemplate my own. I need to be more pro-active in my thinking even though I know I will potentially have set-backs to deal with, particularly because I deal with a disability.
It would be interesting to know if there is anyone out there who has reached old age and is still living healthily with cerebral palsy. It would take the pressure off any doubts I have.