I told her the same thing I told everyone else: Relax. I'm not planning to check out anytime soon. Just wanted to keep you apprised.
What about you? I asked. How are you doing?
I could have written the response myself:
I’m fine really. Not much change for me either and I feel good although I look a wreck. Very skinny arms, legs and neck but fat waistline from sitting in this stupid wheelchair. A big frustration is the amount of time it takes to do everything but I’m thankful to still manage to enjoy life everyday. A very passive life yet quite satisfying, so much so that I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I was cured.