You get a lot of invites to pity parties in the hep c game, some even come from yourself. My policy is to turn all such invites down, after all there are many, many people worse off than yourself.

A case in point was this morning. I had to be up early doors to go into work, I feel pretty rough in the am like the morning after the night before. Whilst my mind drifted towards self pity I caught sight of the postman struggling up the path [steep and long] burdened by two huge sacks of mail. Life could be worse I thought.

After he dropped the bags off I watched the wife as she opened the many hundreds of envelopes, a tear forming in her eye as she realised not a single Valentines card was for her. Life could be worse I thought.

Now don’t get me wrong I’m not perfect, my modesty is the flaw that means I fall short of perfection, and its not easy being me, but…..life could be worse.

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